I lay on this bed again, as if I had foreseen it.

On my left hand side is my attending doctor, a man who is on the verge of dying. It was said to be a well-known neurologist, but the way he looked made me feel disgusting.

On my right-hand side should be the little nurse who keeps track of my daily situation, and she likes to touch me with her dirty hand every day when she takes my temperature.

It's disgusting!

As for my parents, oh, they're no different from dead.

They were busy people who were always on business trips and entrusted me to a nanny.

The same disgusting person, she was the one who took me when I was not very old.

I ate the leftovers she had eaten every day, and she took all my pocket money, and she would come and beat me when she was a little angry.

Yes, she'd hit me the top of the head with a feather duster and whipped me on the back with a leash.

However, she didn't allow me to tell my parents, otherwise it would be a worse beating.

My poor parents came back in a hurry every month and found nothing, just like my love was a toy.

Of course, the so-called crystallization of love is also a wrong result, or maybe a mistake of theirs.

Or do they have to maintain the appearance of mutual affection on the surface?

It's disgusting! This world!

One day the nanny was old enough that I brought some surgical blades while she wasn't sleeping in her room, and mixed them into the tonic she had to eat every day, yes she lived in my room and I lived on the couch.

Every month my parents would come back at that fixed time, and that day I would be able to stay in my own room, and that day I would be holding my little bear and crying in the dark, and I didn't dare let them find out because I might experience more severe abuse.

It was a really dark time.

Luckily, the blade I broke was pouring into the cloudy liquid, and I watched her drink it.

Then he looked at her throat and eyes were bloodied with blades, and she couldn't say anything, just kept pinching her neck with both hands.

She was looking for me everywhere, and I was waving at her at the door.

Later, she was taken to the hospital, and no one knew that I did it, and I looked like a good boy in front of everyone.

Naturally, my parents came.

They confirmed like me, but my answer was that I didn't know anything, I didn't know how my dear aunt could have become like this, how could there be a blade in the water she drank.

It's disgusting, when I say those things myself.

Later, I changed several aunts one after another, some of them were still amiable, while others were disgusting and wanted to be nice to me. Who allowed them to interfere in my life?

They all left, and one day, my father, who cared about me, came back unexpectedly one day, with a sister I didn't know.

Well, she's probably only a few years older.

He said to me very seriously: "Xiaole, come and call Auntie." “

"Where's my mom?" I heard myself ask him this with a cold attitude.

"I'm divorced from your mother. This is the new mom I found for you. "He's afraid that when I'm young, I can accept anything.

Coincidentally, I just nodded indifferently and went over and affectionately called "Mom".

I was relieved to see the man in front of me, it was disgusting.

In the days that followed, I finally saw the man in front of me at home a little more often, and I also knew from his mouth that my mother, that woman, was also living a happy life and forming a brand new family.

That's great. I've never felt like there was such a good story in the world.

Later, something happened to the man in front of me.

A car accident.

I swear it has nothing to do with me. Maybe it just happened that there was something wrong with his brakes that day, and it happened that he stepped on it to no avail, and a big truck happened to come on the opposite side.

Well, he just left, and a large part of the inheritance that should have belonged to me was taken by the sister he brought back.

She must have been waiting for this day for a long time, and I heard her say to me that day, "Xiaole, I will take good care of you in the future." “

Well, that's right, and then I cashed out everything I could and went to a new place.

But only if I want to meet the girl I like, it's my girl.

Lee IELTS!

I should be in a hospital bed, but I'm not sure because I can't see.

From the moment I woke up, I went to her. I'll find my favorite clothes, clean and tidy.

Later, if I saw her, I would take her away.

Of course, I don't care what state she is, maybe she likes it too.

It's time for me to go out again.

Later, I would hear a mysterious voice telling me that I should do it all over again, and that I would walk down the street that I knew that day.

We went to the familiar street again, and sang each other's songs.

I hummed a little tune and squinted at the people coming and going in the street.

That's nice! They were all disgusting.

So, I came back again, and as I expected.

I'm going to do that great thing again, and I'm going to confess to the girl I like.

Her name is Li Yalts, and she is a girl I have liked for three years.

Well...... How to say it. She is tall and thin, with neatly trimmed broken hair, and she looks very energetic. There was always a sparkle in my eyes, but I rarely saw that light. may be due to her personality, she is usually a bit taciturn. Always sitting near the window reading a book, it is a "Lover".

A sentimental female writer Margaret. Duras wrote.

I bought it and saw it, but I didn't like it.

Crushes are always sad, and as long as you muster up the courage, you may be able to have a good outcome.

I sent her a text message last night. Ask her to sit at the café on the corner, and ...... by the way Give her this love letter!

I don't know what the result will be? Oops, forget it, I don't want to.

Don't you know if you go?

I don't know how many times this is. But I went anyway, I had no other choice, I didn't know what else I could do if I didn't go to her.

It's really exciting for this world to continue to live.

I should like the disgusting world.

But I'm still going to get into an accident, and that Santana is like a sword in fate, and it's going to cut off my future, and it starts here and ends here.

I! Not again!