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Chapter 22 Still moved the truth

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    "You didn't eat much today, and you didn't come here with a candle, you knocked your legs." My mother took my hand and pulled out the quilt, "Why cover your head with the quilt, do you have a cold? Do you have a headache?  ?" With my back to the candlelight, I randomly grabbed a corner of the quilt, wiped away my tears, and held back my sobbing nose: "No."

    "Do you have a fever? Let me see." My mother put one hand on her forehead, and the other hand reached over to touch my forehead.

    The rough hand made my body tremble, "Mom, I'm fine, I'm just a little tired, I want to go to bed early." The nasal voice was thick and heavy, making the voice low and harsh.

    I clearly heard it, and the sound made my eardrums buzz.

    My mother said: "Then go to bed early and get up early tomorrow." She spread out the quilt, covered me, and tucked the corners of the quilt under her body.  "Take off your clothes and go to bed later, it's easy to catch cold at night when you sleep with clothes on."

    "Well, mother, go eat, I'm going to sleep."

    "Oh." My mother held up the candle, moved cautiously, opened the curtain and went out.

    The hut was shaken for a while, and then it was dark again.

    My tears flowed out unstoppably, through the tip of my nose, onto the pillow, across my cheeks, and into my ears I stopped crying and let the tears flow.

    However, his body started to squirm, and the little bed also started to shake. Suddenly, he couldn't control it, and started whining uncontrollably.

    I tried my best to restrain myself, and the room became quiet again after a while.

    It was the chopsticks that slammed onto the table.  "Oh! This child is really moved." It was my father who complained.

    Since I was a child, I have never heard a word of scolding from my father. He was really angry this time, and my heart was broken.  cry.  I was so tired from crying that I couldn't cry anymore, only my body twitched convulsively, the veins in my neck swelled up, and I jumped hard and hard, and the pillow made a few rustling noises.  On the bedding, the salty dampness is cold.  Tears are too salty.

    I lifted the corner of the quilt, and the room was extremely bright, as if illuminated by a white cream street lamp.  Oh, it's moonlight, leaning over my bed through the window.

    I want to go for a walk.

    Very cold air!  I held onto the window sill, and leaned my face up. The moon was extremely round, protruding in the western half of the sky.

    It was quiet outside.  I pushed open the window and let in the cold humidity.

    I shuddered violently.  Someone's rooster crowed again, it must be the middle of the night, probably the rooster was confused by the white light.

    At this moment, my mind is blank. I don't know what I should do, I only know that my body can't stop. If I stop, I can only cry.

    I spread my hands and pressed them against the wall. The coldness spread from my palms, and my arms were also numbly cold.

    I leaned over the wall, and after a while, my face became numb from the cold. I was suddenly very tired, staggered to the bed, and fell down

    Am I in a dream, or in the real world?

    ? Yang Yue, flowers, grass, rain

    I carried her across the river, she was laughing, she was beating my back, she was picking flowers, she was rocking the boat, rocking the boat, rocking the boat, she fell into the water, no, I went I  to save her

    I struggle, struggle, who is pulling my soul, my body is so heavy, don't pull my soul, it can't come out!  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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