"I've told you hundreds of times, I have to clean up the kitchen more, I'm too lazy to be like a pig, and these good dishes are rotten again!" A man roared and shouted in anger.

"Will you die if you buy less? You don't need money for anything, do you pick it up for nothing? Does the high salary make you so bad? Buy so many things, you can't eat them all, it's no wonder it's not rotten. I know that I spend money indiscriminately, I have no ability at all, I never know how to take care of children, and it is a failure for a man to live like you! "A woman is fighting back.

"You're the fuck, you're a failure! If you want to be cultured or not, if you want to have no ability, you should be laid off! Grow like a pig, fat to death, only eat lazy than eat than wear, no woman-like broom star! The man continued to curse hysterically.

In front of me, it is gradually clear that the two quarreling men and women are my long-deceased parents. Similar quarrels began almost from the birth of my sister and I until their deaths. Parents blame and complain to each other every day, and they can find reasons to quarrel with each other, from major national policies and policies to the color of buying a pair of slippers.

My father was especially good at standing at the gate, balcony or hallway and shouting at his family, lest the neighbors not know that there was another quarrel going on. I have never understood what my father did, his education level is not low, he is a rare famous college student in the era of workers, peasants and soldiers, but from the bottom of his heart, his father's own literacy and living habits are terrifying.

This may be the reason why his grandmother and grandfather died early and he lacked a tutor. Maybe it's because I left home early to join the workforce and didn't respect my elders. Maybe it's one meter to raise 100 people, because of the character. In short, when my mother married him, the purpose of life seemed to be to quarrel, even if with our birth and growth, the quarrel did not change in the slightest, but became more and more intense.

Children who grow up in cold and violent families are easy to lose their self-confidence and sunshine, and they either repeat the mistakes of their parents in life, or work hard all their lives to become a different person from their parents, and this kind of pain that I don't want to mention is also the root cause of my sister and I don't want to have conflicts with others, including sometimes being wronged and tolerating sluts, and pleasing others and reluctant to express.

My sister has been suffering from this kind of cold violence for a long time longer than me, so she knows the damage. Every time I argued, she would try her best to protect me. Or plug my ears, or take me out, or sing to me, as long as my sister is there, there will always be a refuge in the house, and she is the angel who guards me.

When I was a child, I always believed that my sister said that the quarrel was that the parents were playing games, and then I was isolated and bullied by the children around me, and was ridiculed by the adults.

"Sister, where are you?"

Faced with familiar furniture, familiar rooms, familiar childhood everything, I was terrified, and I couldn't wait to find my sister, the only person who would protect me. The angry parents, who were scolding each other loudly, had no time to take care of the rattling kettle on the kitchen stove, and soon they began to smash the dishes and chopsticks, doors and windows, and the sound was terrifying. I ducked as fast as I could, hiding in my small home, lest I be used as a punching bag for my upper body.

"Xiaolou, come here, my sister is here!"

The smiling sister stood on the windowsill of the bedroom, wearing a blue and white striped tracksuit, waving at herself, and quickly ran over and climbed onto the windowsill. Just about to hug her sister, she opened the window and jumped off. No! Desperately shouted to pull the corner of my sister's clothes, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't pull it, and in my nervousness, I fell off the windowsill and fell into an abyss。。。。。。

"Ahh I was awakened by a scream, a dream, a nightmare that I would never want to mention.

"Xiaolou, are you awake?"

What caught his eye was the anxiety on Lin Suo's face, his beard was unshaven, his eyes were black, his hair was messy, as if he hadn't slept or bathed for a long time. Nodding suspiciously, he found himself still lying on the same bed before, in that room. It's just that there are some extra medical equipment next to the bed, and there are a lot of tubes in my hands, legs, and arms that connect to the equipment.

"What's wrong with me?" I wanted to speak, but my voice was very weak.

"You're a little agitated and fainted. I'm sorry, it's all my fault for my bad attitude in a hurry, which scared you. It's good to wake up, it's good to wake up, I'll call the doctor! ”

Lin didn't give me time to digest and react, so he hurriedly brought in two doctors in white coats. After a closer inspection, they made sure it was all right, pulled out the tubes, and told me to eat slowly. Lin Suo was very happy to go to the doctor, and as soon as he left with his front foot, Mu Ruoyan and an aunt came in with his back foot, and pushed in a small food cart.

"Sister Lou Lou, you can be regarded as awake! The forest guarded you, and you didn't close your eyes for three days and three nights, which really scared us to death. Come slow down, drink something first! ”

Ruoyan's mouth spoke quickly, but his hands were not idle. She first helped me put the pillow behind me, then carefully propped up the table at the foot of the bed, and instructed my aunt to arrange the tableware with all kinds of porridge and soup on the dining car. When the aunt closed the door and went out, she urged herself to eat while she began to tell the story of what happened after she fainted that day.

It is said that the sudden fainting made Lin Suo mess with her, and in a hurry, I contacted my lover Xiao Wenhui, only to know that my sister and I were emotionally traumatized when we were children, and we couldn't see others angry. But because such symptoms have not appeared again in these years, I and my family have gradually forgotten about it.

Hearing the news of fainting, Xiao Wenhui was very worried, and insisted on taking his nephew to ask for leave to return to Wudu immediately. After knowing this, Lin blamed himself, thinking about everything that happened to me from his sister's accident to now, he has always blamed himself for being too impulsive, so he didn't sleep for a few days and nights to take care of himself in a coma.

For what happened, Ruoyan advised me not to take it to heart, Lin Suo was so angry for his reasons, and said that I would understand later. Of course, the most important task for me at the moment is to take care of my body, and then call Wen Hui back. I listened carefully to her persuasion, drank soup and porridge quietly, but in fact, I already had all kinds of flavors in my heart.

Not to mention that I didn't do a good job in many places before, I have long been dragged down by the Thirteen Institutes, and now I am emotionally ill again, and I really don't have the face to continue to stay here and drag everyone down. All kinds of emotions are rolling in my heart, I just want to call Wen Hui quickly, maybe only in front of him and my sister can I have no scruples.

After boiling until my body had some strength, I asked Mu Ruoyan to hand over my small bag, took out my mobile phone, and silently dialed Wen Hui's phone.

"Wenhui, it's me!" Laboriously say hello and say goodbye.