I forced myself to look away, unscrewing the drink in my hand and drinking it to hide my embarrassment.

A girl suddenly rushed up to me in excitement and asked me.

"Xue Duyun, is this drink delicious?"

I glanced at the drink in my hand and realized that it might have been the one she had just handed me.

Eyes casually swept over her chest, she was wearing a T-shirt that was more form-fitting than her school uniform, and her bust was larger than that of the girl. But I didn't have the feeling of blushing and heartbeat at all, and I quickly looked away.

"Thank you! Delicious! I said.

I didn't play in the second half, but we still won, and the girl stomped her foot, and I couldn't help but laugh at her annoyed look.

After the basketball game, there was a 3000-meter race, and I actually saw her at the starting line.

I was surprised that she was competing in the 3,000-meter endurance race, and I stood on the sidelines to see how her tiny man could complete the 3,000-meter.

At the beginning of the race, many people overtook her, but she was not in a hurry at all, and kept her rhythm and ran steadily.

Slowly, she overtook one after another, and by the last two laps, she was a little overwhelmed and her face was flushed. I couldn't help but sweat for her and cheer for her in my heart.

When she crossed the finish line, she finally couldn't hold on anymore and fell limply to the ground.

At that moment, I rushed over without a moment's hesitation, picked her up and rushed in the direction of the infirmary.

Several teachers and classmates who were present also gathered around, and the teacher asked me to hand her over to them, but I didn't let go. There is only one thought in her heart, she can't be okay, she must not be okay.

Until he carried her into the infirmary and put her on the bed in the infirmary.

She was not in a complete coma, she was still slightly conscious, her eyes were half-open, as if she wanted to say something, but she didn't have the strength to say it.

The doctor immediately examined her, said that she was physically exhausted, and immediately fed her sugar water and prescribed medicine and drips.

She was probably so tired that she finally fell asleep.

I stood in front of the bed and looked at her quiet sleeping face.

Her long eyelashes hung down, and occasionally she trembled slightly, as if she was dreaming something not good.

Her needle-piercing hand was on the outside of the quilt, so thin that my pity was quietly growing when I looked at her like this.

I didn't leave until the drip was almost over, and she moved, as if she was about to wake up, and then quickly left the infirmary.

Standing outside the window, I stopped, looked in through the window, and saw that she had opened her eyes, and I left.

The next morning, I waited on the opposite side of the alley, and saw her coming out of the alley with her schoolbag, and she seemed to have recovered.

I followed her all the way to the school gate, and she said hello to every teacher and classmate she met, and the teacher handed her milk and eggs, and she smiled and said thank you.

Her polite appearance is very touching!

Not long after this incident, I suffered a major blow.

In class that day, the head teacher suddenly called me out. By the time I arrived at the hospital from school, my mother was dying. She opened her mouth, as if to say something to me, but she didn't say half a word, and the only expression was tears from the corners of her eyes.

She is reluctant, she can't rest assured of me. I read all this from her eyes and tears.

The mother left with a lot of concern.

Although I have both parents, in fact, it is my mother who has always accompanied me and cared for me. It's true that she's been in poor health, but I don't think it's going to kill her, so this departure is still sudden for me.

I couldn't help but look at my father, who was standing in front of the hospital bed, with a calm face.

I don't know what kind of mood he was in at the time, whether it was a little heartache? Or did he find it a relief? He had been looking forward to this day for a long time, he had had enough of having a sick child at home, and he had enough of hearing his mother's coughing day and night?

And for me, without my mother, this home loses its meaning.

Just two days after my mother's funeral, I heard from my neighbors that on the day my mother died, my father brought the woman into the house, and it didn't take long for my mother to be taken directly to the hospital.

It dawned on me that my mother's death might not be so simple. When I approached my father and questioned him, he denied it. When I asked him in a hurry, he said that his mother suddenly fell ill and didn't mention it in one breath. Afterwards, I heard from my grandfather that my mother's bronchial atrophy was the main cause of her sudden suffocation. But I think the reason for this must be that my father openly brought the third child to the door, which angered my mother.

I think my grandfather also knew it very well in his heart, so since the death of his mother, his grandfather has become more and more indifferent to his father.

I was so disappointed in my father that I ran away from home in a fit of rage.

Together with a few classmates who often skipped school, I went to Internet cafes, played cards, drank alcohol, and got into fights. At that time, I didn't want to be a good student anymore, I was too tired.

I was devastated by that scumbag father, the shattered home that had lost its last shred of warmth. I just want to fall, to fall completely.

My dad came to me anyway and dragged me home after that I was so drunk.

When I woke up, I realized that I was back in my room and my father was sitting in front of my bed.

He was uncharacteristically not angry, and for the first time he communicated with me sincerely. He said that he understood my sadness about the loss of my mother, said that he would fulfill his responsibilities as a father, and said that he would quit drugs.

He was so sincere, I really believed him.

But a month later, when his mother's bones were still cold, he led the woman and the child into the door, and announced to me that the boy was his flesh and blood, and that he had changed his name to his surname, Xue Li.

Not only did he rob my father, but he also took over my home.

And now, I'm an outsider.

The boy really made this his home, and he always made a mess of it.

That day, I couldn't stand it, so I had an argument with him in the living room, but I didn't expect him to pick up the fruit knife on the coffee table and stab me. I thought he didn't dare to stab me, but it was just for show, but I didn't expect him to really stab me in the stomach.

My father and the woman were at home at the time, and I was shocked to see this. My father rushed me to the hospital, and I could still see a trace of worry in his eyes at that time.

But his worries didn't heal the wound in my heart, so I pushed it away, covered the wound myself and ran out.

I found my grandfather. Actually, I don't want to go to grandpa, I don't want him to worry. However, my grandfather is the only one in the world who loves me, and I don't know who to turn to except him.

Grandpa helped me heal my wounds, scolding my father and his son. Afterwards, I was worried that he would take me directly to him, and the home I had lived in for more than ten years was completely given to them.

Ever since I got to my grandfather, I've finally found a little bit of happiness that I should have at that age.

My first guitar was bought by my grandfather, and although he didn't support me in doing it, he still fulfilled my wish.

At that time, I felt that my outlook on life was distorted. Since my father can live so chic at the age when he should be responsible, why should I live so rigorously and tired at this age when he should be chic?

So since then, my personality has changed a lot, I play music, I have long hair, I go crazy with a bunch of guys, and I live like a crazy person all day long.

During the long vacation, my father would occasionally come to my grandfather's house to pick me up and go back to live for a few days, probably because I couldn't stand the pressure of public opinion, after all, my mother was gone, if my son didn't want it, what would others say about him?

I don't want to go back, but I can't be truly ruthless, after all, blood and family are constantly cut.

That woman was very good at disguise, pretending to be a good wife and mother in front of her father, and she was very kind to me on the surface. Xue Li has also become very tactful, and he will call me brother in front of his father, probably taught by that woman.

I know, even if I don't admit it, that he's my half-brother, and he's just as passively accepting it as I am.

As I matured, I also understood that I shouldn't put my hatred on him.

In the past, when my mother was around, my father didn't care much about me, but now he takes care of me. He said that I was not doing music properly, and the more he said this, the more I went against him.

At that young and frivolous age, I got acquainted with a bunch of brothers, and I did everything he didn't think was appropriate and shouldn't do, and it was my revenge to make him angry.

In hindsight, I was also naïve at the time, but at that time I was serious, seriously taking revenge on my father in this childish way.

I didn't want to accept his guidance and arrangement, so I wanted to go my own way. Because of the ridiculous things he did, he had already lost his prestige in front of me. I think there is something wrong with his values and outlook on life, and the direction he gives me is not necessarily right, and what he thinks is wrong is not necessarily really wrong.

I formed a band with a few brothers, and my cousin Xu Yafei was the drummer.

He has been very busy since he went to college, and he will use his spare time to work part-time, not only as a waiter at a café, but also as a tutor for several times.

I knew he was helping the girl.

He has a gentle and unassuming personality and does everything silently. Although he didn't say anything, I know what is on his mind, he should like her, right? Otherwise, why did you cry and refuse to move in the first place?

I was the least qualified person to be in front of that girl. So, I tried not to see him, and even tried to accept other girls' pursuits.

During that time, I was estimated to be like a prodigal son in the eyes of people, and I had dated several girls, who were fat and thin, and there were all kinds of them. But I know for myself that I don't have that heartbeat feeling with them.

I will never forget the feeling of blushing and heartbeat when I saw that girl on the basketball court that day, and I never came back after I came into contact with so many girls.

In the eyes of others, I am very chic and casual every day. In fact, I was like a bird that was constantly flying in the air, very tired, desperate to find a place to rest, but couldn't find a place to stay.

So I fell in love with cycling, and I like to carry my guitar on my back, ride my bike to the suburbs, go to the mountains, find a secluded place, and play and sing alone.

Later, I met Nanxi.

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