The elevator in the dormitory was broken. Everyone climbed the stairs upstairs. I did n’t dare. I did n’t dare to climb the stairs, and I did n’t dare to climb the stairs with others. I was afraid that people would see it, but I did n’t go back to the dormitory and did n’t know where to go. I'm afraid of the hotel, the playground, the classroom, and I dare not go anywhere. I'm afraid of being seen. I hid behind the trash can, issued a card and swiped my arms. I told myself I was dreaming, and the blood on my hand was dry. Then the dream will wake up.

Obviously I have taken the medicine on time, and as I said, I have been reminding myself that this is a dream, but I ca n’t wake up. I feel that sometimes I ca n’t tell whether it is a dream or not. "

...

She had a low voice, like a whisper in his ear, but it wasn't very pleasant.

He could even hear the despair and pain in her words. He listened and burst into tears unknowingly.

So many recordings were her nightmares. He repeatedly heard it, and he had heard it again and again, and he felt sad every time he heard her, but he couldn't help listening to it again and again.

After Yange got in the car and reported the address of her school, she didn't pay any attention to her. She dropped her head and looked at the schoolbag held in her arms.

Seems to be lost in thought.

But if you look closely, her brows are frowned, her eyes are closed tightly, her hands are tightly squeezed together.

He glanced again, and realized stupidly that the **** of her hand pressed tightly to the gauze around the other wrist.

No, it's not called pressing, it's banging, she's banging her wound.

At the wound wrapped in gauze, blood stains spread out. Although she lowered her head, he could see the corners of her mouth stretched slightly at this time, as if laughing.

The red light at the intersection ahead turned on at this time, he made a sudden brake, and her body leaned forward because of inertia immediately.

He turned his head at this moment and grabbed her shoulder: "Mianmian, what are you doing?"

There was a large space between the front and rear seats, and he only caught her by leaning forward.

She saw the man in front of her, and after a moment of surprise, she stepped back and detached her shoulder from his hand.

He asked him softly, "You, why are you here?"

Fei Yunze turned to stare at her, pursed his lips and said nothing.

She didn't feel the anger emanating from him at all, raised her head and smiled gently at him, and said softly, "Your nephew, he is very good today and has listened carefully to the lesson, because his foundation is not good. I gave him the paper, and he only answered one question correctly. Right, do you want to see his answer paper? "

His hands holding the steering wheel were all jumping.

He calmly asked, "What were you thinking?"

Yan Ge smiled at his eyes floating from the rear-view mirror: "I wasn't thinking about anything. I ate so much in the afternoon at Fei's house, thinking about going back to the dormitory and going to the playground for a while."

His teeth were clenching, the green light changed after that, and his car turned on an accelerator. This way, he never spoke again.

He wanted to roar, but she was so weak and weak that she even spoke so quietly, crying softly when she was in bed, and if he yelled, it would frighten her if he didn't know. go with.

The car didn't go to school, it still drove into the small courtyard yesterday.

He got out of the car and opened the door. He couldn't help but hold her in his arms and walked towards the room.