Yang Ji's mother was very happy after getting Tuo Feng's praise, and decided to make chicken soup for him to drink every day, Yang Ji cried and laughed and said: "Mom, people are just injured in the leg and not confinement, you really don't need this." ”

"Then I have to be sent to the hospital as well." Yang Ji couldn't help but have her mother, so she had to send it every day.

Tuo Qifeng has already been discharged from the hospital, as long as he goes over and changes the medicine every day. But he had to wait for Yang Ji to come over and deliver chicken soup every day, and then he would not go back until he had a drop left.

Yang Ji has to admit that she also has selfish intentions, and she will see him every day when she runs to the hospital.

In fact, she herself understands that the feeling between the two has changed, and she can't go back to the beginning. What she likes is just the person in the past, the person who gently cared for her in the past, would stand up when she was in trouble, and would read black fairy tales to him in the middle of the night.

But the person from the past can no longer be found, and they have all become new selves.

She could only find the shadow of the person in the past from the current him. She was so sad that she didn't know who the person she loved for so many years was.

Yang Ji once again walked to the hospital with a thermos box as usual, but saw Tuo Lifeng and his mother at the door going through the discharge procedures.

It turned out that he didn't have to change the dressing anymore.

In order to avoid the embarrassment of seeing his mother, Yang Ji hid in the toilet.

Tuo Lifeng looked around and made sure that Zhang Yangjiao really didn't come today, so he followed his mother out in disappointment.

Yang Ji looked at the thermos box in her hand, and if her mother knew that she didn't send it out, she would inevitably be scolded. It's better to give it to that person to drink.

Thinking about it, she walked into Ma Yingying's hospital room.

Yang Yisheng was not there today, Ma Yingying leaned on the hospital bed and looked at her with a wary face.

"Don't look at me like that, I won't poison you." Yang Ji opened the lid and took a sip first: "Don't you want to drink?" Today, my mom made an extra one and gave it to you. ”

She sat up straight, took the box, and gulped down.

"It's delicious." She smiled and said, "Sister, it's good that you have such a mother." ”

For the first time, I heard someone say that she was envious of herself, but she thought that although her mother was knife-mouthed, she did still love herself. The face of the fat woman I saw back then really didn't look like a mother who would give selflessly.

"Where's your Yisheng brother?" Yang Ji changed the topic and asked.

"Today is my sister's death day, you don't know, Brother Yi Sheng went to see her." When she talked about her sister, her eyes were full of jealousy: "I don't understand why people like her have so many of you who love her. It's clear that she did something wrong, but you all still protect her. ”

"You won't understand, death is invincible." Yang Ji wondered if she could understand this to a ten-year-old child, and then she decided to say it differently: "Your parents don't give her enough love, of course we as her friends should give her more love." ”

"You all love her, but she doesn't pity you." Ma Yingying laughed while drinking chicken soup: "She still has to put you together when she dies, don't you know?" ”

Her smile at this moment was very strange, it was not at all the smile of a ten-year-old child, and she continued: "My parents don't love anyone, they only love themselves." So now I have to hold on to Brother Yi Sheng, if it weren't for him, I would be the same as my sister, only death. ”

"What do you mean?" Yang Ji couldn't understand what she was saying now, and her brain was buzzing.

"Actually, the person who wrote the report letter was my sister herself, and I recognized her handwriting. Although I was only seven years old, I knew my sister too well and she didn't want anyone else to get what she couldn't get herself. It's been like that since I was a child, her dolls I touched, she would burn them. No matter how much I cried, she wouldn't be merciful. When Mom and Dad came back, she would say that it was the stove I threw the doll into.

It wasn't until she was found out that she had stolen the bracelet her mother had just bought for me that she was so cruel to send her away. She said and closed the box, looking satisfied, "Now you know who she is." She writes a report letter in your name to test the sincerity of the art teacher. True, then they live and fly together, false, she is dead, but you don't want to be happy. ”

Yang Ji ran out of the hospital in a panic with the thermos box, she didn't know why she was suddenly scared, she didn't know who to believe.

It was as if a huge hole had been dug in her heart, and it was so black and so black that it was getting bigger and bigger, and it was clamoring to sweep everyone away.

She remembered that when she questioned Tuo Feng, Tuo Fengfeng said with an innocent face: "Why did I write that letter? What does Ma Tingting's matter have to do with me? ”

"Okay," he then admits with a wry smile, "even if I wrote the letter, then I wrote it only because I didn't want you to be so upset."

Don't you want to be with Yang Yisheng? You go and tell him, I did all this, it has nothing to do with you, you see if he believes you or not. ”

Yang Ji ran and ran, and suddenly fell to the ground with no feet in the air. The thermos box was slammed in front of her, and the lid swirled on the ground.

She looked at the lid and watched it slowly stop. Then the insulated box was picked up by Tuo Feng.

"What are you running?" He held out his hand to her: "Did you come late today and didn't see me, so you ran to look for me?" ”

Yang Ji grabbed his hand and was pulled up by him, feeling some pain in her legs.

"Tuo Feng, I have something I want to ask you." She patted the ash on her ass and looked at him seriously.

He smiled, and smiled brightly: "Shh," he gently took away the leaves on her head with his hand, "Let me guess, did you secretly drink the chicken soup, so you want me not to tell your mother?" ”

"No, I want to ask you, why do you want to admit that the letter was not written by you?"

"The letter?" He thought it was the letter he secretly stuffed into her desk every day: "I wrote it." ”

"Don't pretend, Ma Yingying told me, in fact, the letter was written by Ma Tingting herself." Yang Ji's eyes were red and tears were rolling.

He thought about it for a while before he finally remembered the incident, and then he said: "You were so sad at the time, I was afraid that you would choose to leave this world like Ma Tingting, if hating me can keep you awake and make you feel a little happier then let me take the blame."

In this way, if you choose to retaliate against me in the future, you will at least have something to do with me. ”

"You don't have to be like this." Yang Ji couldn't help but burst into tears, his attachment to her was just like his own to Yang Yisheng at the beginning, in this chasing game, no one was willing to stop first.