A year later, Tao Yao finally came to Bailu Academy to take classes, and she was always depressed. She said she hated the city and hated the school. She's going back to Tranquility Mountain Village. A place without her sad past.

I said where to go.

She said it's okay to go anywhere, just don't be in this place.

"Don't you want to go to college?"

"No, nothing. ”

We were silent for a long time.

"You don't want to leave with me?" she asked, tears welling up in her eyes.

"Maybe we have another choice"

"Why do you keep pushing me, why!" she suddenly sat up and roared at me, like a wild beast.

"I just want to keep a little bit of goodness, even a little bit, you too, mom, dad, you are. ”

She wailed and sobbed. In the end, like a beast, he licked his wounds and curled up in the corner of the bed.

And this happens every night, during the day she is like an ordinary student, greeting her classmates warmly, attending classes at school, and at night she is hysterical.

The time lasted more than half a month. On a hot summer afternoon, the fan turned tiredly on the ceiling. Outside the window, the sound of screaming is like a dense net. The class was scattered with a few people, drowsy.

I lay on the table and my mind was like a fast-forward drama, Tao Yao, Mom, Hua Han, Zijun and Ling Bo. They are like a marquee, and every time they go, they have to take something with them, leaving me behind, like a watchful stone statue in the cold wind of the void.

I cried out loud, inexplicably. The cold water of sorrow poured out of my chest, and I couldn't stop the tears from flowing. I was terrified by the sudden sorrow. But after the tears welled up, we had to breathe. I think I'm mentally devastated by Tao Yao's mental trauma. I couldn't find a solution, it was like a door closing towards me, I was outside, she was inside.

"No, what's wrong with you" Hua Han is a sensitive girl. She asked me in a panic, I had probably never seen me so helpless.

"I'm fine"

"Is it because of Tao Yao's business?" she seemed to know something.

"No, I'm fine," I hope she doesn't ask.

Hua Han didn't ask, sat next to me. I knew she was looking at me, as helpless as I was.

In the evening, I chatted with Xiaoming, and when Xiaozhu flicked his nose to Xiaoming's jade liquid to show us the new stick method, my aunt called me. I had a bad feeling.

"No, what are you doing now?" she was excited on the other end of the phone.

"Chatting with classmates at school. I glanced at Piggy and Xiaoming, who were wrestling on the ground.

"You hurry up and take a leave of absence to go home now, your father has an accident. It seems to be in the terminal stage of cancer, and you will go back now. ”

My aunt's words pressed down on me like an invisible mountain, and I pressed against the darkness under the mountain. The world is infinitely magnified, and I am small as a speck of dust.

"How... It's an advanced stage of cancer. I asked.

There was a long sigh on the other end of the phone: "The doctor said that he drank too much, you go back first, and your uncle and I will also go back tomorrow." ”

After hanging up the phone, I kicked Xiaoming: "Xiaoming, help me take a week's leave." ”

"Find your son" Xiaoming was pressed to the ground by the pig's weight of two hundred catties, and he couldn't breathe.

"What my son?" I left their dormitory for some reason. It took me a long time to understand why Xiaoming said this. Because Zijun and I were always fighting at that time, this woman didn't shoot lightly or heavily, and pushed me down from the third floor several times. So there was a lot of commotion. I feel that Zijun and I are a couple.

After leaving the dormitory, I went to find Hua Han, who was doing her homework in the library.

"If you have time, help me take care of Taoyao. I said.

Hua Han didn't hear clearly, she gestured while reading the book: "Huh?"

"Have time to help me go see Tao Yao"

Hua Han mysteriously pointed to the bookshelf, and I turned my head to see Zijun standing straight by the bookshelf, with his hair stripped behind his ears, and was flipping through the books there. Hua Han compared a "six" phone contact posture to me, and I will contact you later. I still don't know why, anyway, just listen to the meaning of the flowers.