Chapter 3159

The scene was once chaotic!

Rao is that I'm scared on one side, I haven't been able to react for a long time!

Dad immediately stopped her. Suqi pushed Dongyu and said angrily, "Yin Dongyu, calm down, too!"

However, Dong Yu grabbed his collar with both hands and stared at him. He roared, "I warned you, I warned you!"

"Suki!"

I covered my ears and screamed, "stop fighting!"

They all looked back at me.

I was tottering, and I said weakly, "it's not him..."

"What?"

Dong Yu was also stunned.

Suqi frowned slightly. Before I could stop her, I said, "it's not him. It's not him So, don't fight, don't fight... "

Han Xiao can't see any more. He came to hold me in his arms and prayed, "uncle, aunt, I know I have no right to talk! This is your family affair, but Xia Chun also knows that she is wrong! But what can she understand!? How much care do you give her? She doesn't understand anything. She makes mistakes. You only know to beat her and scold her. But who really cares about her? "

Han Xiao cried, "if you say you do something wrong, you have to pay a price. Xia Chun has paid! Isn't that enough? Isn't that a heavy price?! Are you grieving for her or for your own face? "

I held my lips to the death to keep my tears from falling.

Because in the past, when I made a mistake, as long as I shed tears, my mother would be very angry and ask me, is there a face to cry when I do something wrong.

I have no face to cry, so I try not to shed tears.

I don't want to make them angry.

Not at all.

After the farce, how to end, I have no concept, only know that mom and dad resolutely returned the drug fee to Suqi, and then went back.

Leave Dongyu and Suqi to take care of me.

I don't know, at that time, what kind of mood Dongyu kept by my bed, and what kind of eyes he looked at me.

I only know that when I wake up from a nightmare in the middle of the night, he lies beside me and hugs me hard. Even in my sleep, he unconsciously hugs me, as if he wants to give me the greatest sense of security.

I saw his face and closed his eyes. His face was quiet, but his brow and heart were slightly frowned. Even in his sleep, it was hard to smooth them.

I really want to hold him, but every time I stretch out my hand and hold it in the air, I withdraw my hand angrily.

Can't hold him.

If you don't get close, you won't think about it.

If you don't touch it, your heart won't stir.

We can't be the same as when we were children. When I was in my hometown, I held him, pinched his nose from time to time, ravaged his hair, and then leaned on him to listen to his story.

But now, we can't do that.

After leaving the hospital, my father and the school applied that I was in a bad condition and went through the formalities of suspension.

I rest at home, a person in the room, eat very little, occasionally read books, write a diary.

Every time Dongyu comes home from school, he will come to my room and sit beside me silently.

He didn't talk much, and I seldom talked to him, so I held the drawing board in my arms and painted on it.

Sometimes he would come up to me, hold my shoulder, and say something to me, which seemed to be out of my hearing.

At that time, such changes, for me, almost destroyed the sky and the earth.