Mom took the three freshly washed apples and gently pushed the door open. In the room, only Shao Hao was left lying on the hospital bed, his eyes that used to be like stars were now like a battlefield after a rain of bullets, barren and desperate. Mom sat on the edge of the bed and asked softly, "Are they in a hurry?" ”

Shao Hao nodded, he tried his best to hide his emotions, but his eyes betrayed him after all. The mother is well aware of her son's sadness, as well as his self-esteem and habit of digesting emotions. My mother peeled an apple, cut it into small pieces, put it on a plate, and said, "I'll go to work first, and I'll come early in the afternoon." I'll go talk to the nurses and ask them to help you make your bed in a moment. There are novels and mobile phones in the bedside table, you can play games when you are bored, and remember to eat apples! Mom looked at her watch and hurried out of the room.

Shaohao was not a taciturn child since he was a child, but because he spoke too sincerely, he did not please adults. His straightforwardness, without malice, can be misunderstood as an attack in the hearts of narrow-minded people. In his cognition, the direct punishment for talking too much is people's indifference and leaving. At some point, silence slowly became the most common armor he used to protect himself and others.

He was never a child who would take the initiative to socialize with people, but he would never turn away any friends who approached him. Not only will they not refuse, but they will cherish it even more. Because he shows the worst of him, and the more you get to know him, the more you will find his good.

On a hot afternoon, the wind from the ceiling fan doesn't do much. "Or give up, right? I was born ordinary, why did my mother take me to learn so many talents? Going to the competition?" Shao Hao's hands tightly grasped the futon, as if the harder he tried, the more he could crush the unwillingness in his heart. "Can my leg be fully recovered? Will you be able to dance after that? If you can't jump, don't jump. "No, I've been dancing since I was five years old. Could it be that eleven years old is forever over? "No, it won't. I'm sure there's still a chance. "But when will it take for such a serious injury to heal?" Will there be any sequelae?" This teenager tortured himself over and over again with these unanswered questions. These questions are like rusty nails nailed to the heart, and you want to pull them out, but you are suffering from reality, and the answers need to wait. Trying to forget them, the sharp pain in his right leg reminded him over and over again of the fact that he was already injured.

"Gollum, Gollum" The walnuts on the bedside table rolled on themselves again. Shao Hao turned sideways and slowly grabbed the walnut. Rays of light scattered out of the cracks in the walnuts, and these rays swirled and intertwined, converging into the light and shadow of a twelve or thirteen-year-old girl.

Shao Hao looked at the girl Shao blankly. The girl looked both familiar and strange. Especially the fluffy curly hair, I don't know where I've seen it. But that slender and slender figure seems to have never been seen before. "Who are you, I seem to have seen you?" Shao Hao was slightly surprised.

"Sister Eryu," the girl replied with a little impatience.

"Ah, it's you. Wasn't it a little fat before? What happened? Are you sick? Shao Hao was surprised. Because the image of Eryu in his heart is still four or five years old, round and round.

"I'm naturally skinny, and I wasn't very fat before. But it looks like you're sick. Eryu looked at Shao Hao so miserable, and tried her best to resist the urge to roll her eyes thousands of times.