The treatment downstairs Ah Yan's mother was enthusiastic, and when she went to buy breakfast, she had already helped us line up.

The doctor said that it was better to eat some food before taking medicine, but I really had no appetite when I saw food.

With that slice of bread, I stuffed it into my mouth like an emotionless machine, and then drank it and swallowed it.

My parents were stunned by this operation, and they were afraid that I would swallow it.

My mother said helplessly, now I eat as if I have completed a task.

Actually, I also want to say that I am finishing the mission, and I don't feel hungry at all, but I eat something, and my stomach is still uncomfortable.

I went down with Ah Yan for treatment, followed by my mother and her mother, she was very attentive when I went downstairs, I didn't eat much, I was indeed a little dizzy, she took my hand.

Her hands were cold but soaked with sweat, and mine was warm but sticky with sweat on the palms.

No one said anything all the way, but she pulled me tight.

I may be the one who is warm to me now, I can feel kindness, and I may use that person as a lifesaver.

There are many warm people, but for some reason my heart is cold, and warm people are close to me, and I will be especially grateful to her.

I wanted to be friends with him, but I didn't dare.

I'm afraid, I don't know what I'm afraid of, but I'm afraid.

I waited at the door of the treatment room for a while, and when I got there, I went in and lay down, and the nurse looked really gentle, really gentle......

I used to think that I was a gentle person, except that at home with my younger siblings may be a little unpleasant, but at other times, I was smiling at others, I never knew how to refuse, my mother said that I would suffer like this, but I didn't know how to refuse......

And I'm kind to others, and I seem to have a good relationship with every classmate in school, and when people look at me, I smile at them.

But now I find that it is just a superficial phenomenon, although the new class has not been in the class for a long time, and people do not know how comprehensive, but I think the dormitory students should be familiar.

Friends who eat together should also be familiar with it.

But now I realize that I'm just acting alone.

The friend who eats with her is just that she is also alone, and I am also alone when I first came, and she just lacks a companion.

Thinking about it, she was the first to talk to me after I entered the new class, just wanted to go to dinner together, and I was excited for a long time, and I went home and took the trouble to tell my parents, sisters and brothers......

And the students in the dormitory are just a face-saving effort, and I will give them the snacks I get from school every week, and maybe I won't be able to eat them myself in the end.

Fetch water and I'll help them.

My friends at the next level came to me and brought me food or something, and if I could share it, I would give it to them.

At noon, my classmates have to wait for others, and I would rather not eat and accompany her.

And when I had a stomach ache or something, no one found out in the dormitory, and no one helped me, so I could only carry it, go back to the dormitory for self-study next night to take some medicine, and then nest in the bed, endure it by myself, endure it, and if I can't resist the sleepiness, I will fall asleep by myself.

At school, in order to cater to the classmates who ate with me, sometimes I didn't eat for almost a day, so I often had stomach problems.

Sometimes I often miss my former classmates, even if I don't go to eat, they won't eat, but when they know that I have stomach problems, they will pull me to eat, and they won't eat, but they will watch me eat.

My classmates asked me for a treat, and I never refused.

But in the past, they wouldn't let me have too many treats, and often they just got the same meaning.

When they came to see me in the new class, they were never empty-handed, they knew that I didn't eat and had a bad stomach, and they always came with milk and something.

I am an introvert, and I have always been very scared and scared to go to a strange place.

In the first week of school, I was so scared that I almost wanted to cry every moment, and when my mother came to see me, I cried a lot, and then I went to her good friend and comforted me.

Mustache, swallow, thank you both, I don't know if you can see it, anyway, I may be just you two good friends and best friends in my life.

Ah Yan is like this, I am really flattered, and then she finished the treatment first, she and her mother were still waiting for me outside the door, we came out, she took my hand again, and the coldness seemed to reduce the irritability in my heart.

She would let me in the front when I walked in and she would sit with me on the electronic biofeedback therapy.

But we don't really communicate much.

After the treatment, I was already very tired, and I just wanted to take a break, but the nurse sister asked me to participate in the activity.

The recreation room on the other side of the corridor, I didn't dare to go over, my parents accompanied me, when I went in, there was only a nurse sister and a lot of good drawing boards, with white paper on them, so I basically knew what to do, I was the first to arrive, it seems that there are so many drawing boards, there should be many people to come, I can't help but be a little nervous.

When I took the paintbrush from the nurse's sister, my hands were shaking, and the watercolor paint and bucket were all placed on the side.

The painting requirements are simple, a house, a tree, and a person.

I didn't study painting professionally, but I was recognized as a strongman by hand-copying newspapers.

But now I don't know what to paint, a house, a tree, a person.

I think of the water town in the south of the Yangtze River that I like, the ancient buildings, a begonia tree planted next to the house, and a woman in red is walking by with an umbrella.

It's beautiful to think about, but the reality is skinny, and I can't draw, it's a tricky question.

Let me imagine it myself, but I can't draw what I imagined.

So I can only draw the simple version.

I thought about it for a long time, and the number of people here gradually increased.

Patients, family members, this house is very crowded inside.

My dad gave me the courage to draw, but I couldn't put pen to paper, because my hands were shaking and I couldn't control it.

finally controlled it, adjusted the paint, and dropped the first stroke, but it was crooked, and I could only muster up the courage to make up for it.

Green bricks, a simple version of the house, two trees next to the house, I can't draw the distinct branches, so I can only draw some branches first, and then all of them are colored with green paint.

The characters, it can't be simple strokes, I thought about it for a long time, but I still didn't have a clue, but I didn't expect a black dot on the green brick accidentally saved me.

I can't draw a stick brush, I can't draw the back, I follow the black dot to remove the long flowing hair, and then use red paint to paint a flowing dress, and that's it.

After a long time, I always felt that something was missing, and I saw that it was blank.

World! The earth has the sky, and if you paint the sky with a blue gradient, it feels almost complete.

When she took it down and gave it to the nurse's sister, she analyzed it with her parents for a long time.

I said that I was careful, the green bricks, the branches of the trees, some details on the trunks, and the gradient of the sky were all very well drawn.

But the house I drew was just a triangle and a square underneath, with no windows and no doors.

The nurse sister asked me where the doors and windows were, and I didn't think about painting them and the windows, so I could only talk about them on the other side of the house.

When I was asked what the two trees on the side had to do with this house, I didn't think about it, so I had to say that it didn't matter.

She didn't see that the figure was human, because it was just a post-processing that I accidentally did, and it did not look like a person.

She asked me what the relationship between people and houses was, and I had to say that it didn't matter, why were people here, and I said passers-by, which made me wonder if I didn't think about it when I was painting, so I blurted out so much I don't know.

Finally she asked me what was missing or missing from the painting.

Person! I firmly said that people are people, and people shouldn't be there.

But the rules are there, and I can only mess around with my back.

After writing the name and returning to the ward, it was almost noon, and Ah Yan's family may have gone out to eat, and there was no one left.

But I still had medicine at 12 o'clock at noon, so after drinking the pill at noon, I couldn't resist that I didn't go out to my dad to buy food, and I was already tired and fell asleep in a daze.