Chapter 353: Fragile Nerves

It should be said that it is the ruthless people who are unreliable. Unreliable is never love, nor is it affection, by no means.

(24) Nerve fragility

Xihong is really gone.

Doctors said she escaped her father's surveillance as soon as she was discharged from the hospital.

A few days later, she sent a telegram home from the seaside town where her sister went to college.

I my mom off. She needs rest, and her family needs her.

When a mother is always like this, always selfless, selfless, never tireless, you have to be anxious with her.

Shi Hui's mother and daughter also left, before their mother. Shi Hui is not good at all, not at all.

She's just very smart, and she always wins when she plays poker.

Her eyes were still rolling, and I will never forget that.

Poor Shi Hui, her mother comforted her and said that she would go to study when she went out.

I remember one day, little Jasper came to me and said, "Shi Hui is sick!"

I went to see that Shi Hui was holding his pants and cursing in the toilet.

Only then did I know that the direct cause of Shi Hui's illness was that he found someone peeping outside the toilet. Alas, people are sometimes too fragile and fragile!

I wish I could be a little stronger. Someone is expecting me to disappear, should I appear more brightly?

If I can be discharged from the hospital, I will have to endure more retaliation!

(25) Dull, dull days

I lived alone in a room, and sometimes Meishuang came to accompany me. She slept in the bed where Shi Hui slept and always talked about the people who were gone.

However, the next morning, before the doctor could find out, she was back in bed.

Meishuang likes to talk, but I'm not interested in what she says.

I probably didn't know what she was talking about, just laughed with her.

She always spoke with English words, and she even translated the duties and rules on the wall of the doctor's office into English.

Sing with Little Biyu, laugh with Meishuang, whisper with Qingyun, and dance with Aunt Zhen. And so the days passed.

I don't pay attention to the other people who come and go.

Sometimes accompany Xiao Zhu to reply to letters.

Sometimes I see Aunt Zhong trembling and writing ** quotations. I wish I could write so beautifully, and I would be able to write so well at the age of 50.

Secretly, I still hope that Xihong will come back, just for a moment, let me see her as a teacher.

But I know I'm going to be disappointed, but I think that Xihong's parents are destined to lose the joy of seeing their daughter from time to time.

Xihong will go its own way in faraway places.

Maybe she's already across the ocean now.