Xia Beiqing shook his head, his expression suddenly becoming painful, he held the pen tightly, took out the new paper, and tremblingly wrote on it.

--you go! I don't want to see you, I don't want to live under the same roof with you, you live in another place!

"No!" Shen Zhiyu grabbed Xia Beiqing's hand: "I live here, I won't be separated from you."

Xia Beiqing stared with blood-red eyes, looking at Shen Zhiyu, his pale face suddenly twisted and became savage, and his chest rose and fell violently, as if he couldn't breathe.

He withdrew his hand, picked up the alarm clock on the side, and slammed it at Shen Zhiyu.

Shen Zhiyu stepped back a few steps to hide. The alarm clock hit his feet and fell to pieces. Before he could react, he raised his head and saw Xia Beiqin picking up something on the side again and slamming it at him.

He smashed books, smashed clothes, smashed pillows, and even his favorite picture frame. He seemed to be mad and mad. No matter what it was, he copied it and smashed it at Shen Zhiyu. I want to use this method to drive him away.

With a loud bang, the delicate vase exploded on the ground, and the flowers fell aside, already dying and dying.

Xia Beiqin raised his hand tremblingly, pointed in the direction of the door, and desperately opened his mouth towards Shen Zhiyu, as if he let out a silent roar from his throat.

go!

you go!

Get out!

Shen Zhiyu could see that these words were spoken by his mouth.

"No, I won't go." Facing Xia Beiqin, Shen Zhiyu said very firmly: "Catch me, I won't go."

Xia Beiqing's emotions were instantly angered, his anger seemed to burn his reason, his pale face was gradually flushed, twisting his upper body, struggling desperately in the wheelchair.

He gritted his teeth, tried to get up from the wheelchair with his arms, but fell back violently, and tried so many times.

Shen Zhiyu's heart was stung by his behavior.

"Beijing, what are you doing? Your legs..."

Your legs can't stand up.

Shen Zhiyu couldn't bear to say the following sentence.

Xia Beiqing didn't listen to him at all, still struggling to twist, his fist slammed the wheelchair frantically, and the wheelchair shook in place, making a clanging sound.

Suddenly, Xia Bei leaned forward, leaning to the side, turned over from the wheelchair, and fell heavily to the ground. His hands hit the vase fragments on the ground. The fragments pierced his palms, and blood poured out instantly. come out.

"Northern!" Shen Zhiyu hurriedly rushed over, trying to help Xia Beiqing on the ground to check his injuries.

Xia Beiqing curled up, evading backwards, grabbing the debris from the ground with both hands, holding it in his palm together with blood.

Shen Zhiyu noticed his actions and immediately stopped him with a loud voice: "Northern Qing, don't touch those fragments, they will cut your hands!"

But the more Shen Zhiyu said, Xia Beiqin grasped the fragments tighter, blood seeping from his fingers, he didn't seem to feel any pain, and there was a fierce force on his face.

Gradually, Shen Zhiyu understood what he meant, so he stood up slowly, stepped back a few steps, and cautiously said: "Okay...I'm not close, I'll stand here, you loosen the fragments!"

It wasn't until Shen Zhiyu was far away that Xia Beiqing slowly let go, but the fragments were already deeply embedded in his wounds.

The door of the room was suddenly opened, and flowers rushed in, and saw a mess in the room, and the ground was full of smashed objects and debris.