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Chapter 70

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    At that time, Wang Xiaohong and the others were shocked: "Who told you?"

    "No one." Ren Yin felt very strange, "My grandpa said it when he urinated me."

    When Grandpa Ren Yin was lifting Ren Yin's urine, Ren Yin couldn't get over his nervousness.

    Grandpa Ren Yin held his throat ferociously: "If you don't relieve yourself, I'll just throw it into the piss bucket and drown you."

    Ren Yin solved it.

    Ren Yin couldn't remember how old she was at that time.

    Can't remember what her grandpa looked like.

    Just remember.

    In the silence.

    The sound of ding ding dong dong.

    The urine in the urine bucket was fluctuated and gave off a pungent smell.

    The side facing her is a wall made of mud and blue bricks.

    There is no impression of the memory before that.

    It took a long, long time before Ren Yin began to have other memories.

    The memory of raising urine, the memory that seems to be on the verge of death, is like a solitary floating island and it is difficult to connect with its surroundings, but it clearly makes Ren Yin feel that it has really existed.

    However, after the death of Ren Yin's grandfather, the man's ferocious voice gradually disappeared, and the ding ding dong dong sound also became lighter

    At that time, the stench that emanated from it also began to be remote

    In the blink of an eye, more than ten years have passed, and the only thing she remembers very clearly is the blue brick.

    People die like lights out, don't waste your limited emotions on people you hate.

    The person with bad memories is dead, Ren Yin thinks that she should slowly heal herself.

    She didn't want to be the second Wang Xiaohong.

    Ren Yin: "Okay, okay, it's okay, I didn't drown, I've lived to be in my 20s now."

    Even Ren Yin himself began to give up, but Wang Xiaohong was still struggling.

    Ren Yin's grandparents have been dead for more than ten years.

    Sometimes Ren Yin wonders, how can we define death?

    If the death of the body counts as a death.

    Ren Yin's grandparents, those who persecuted Ren Yin, Wang Xiaohong and the others were already dead.

    Ren Yin: "Perhaps the whole world has forgotten it, and that is the real death."

    Her grandparents have been dead for many years, but they are still forced to live in the memory of others.

    Ren Yin once advised her mother: "Don't think so much every day, they are dead, what can they do anymore?"

    Wang Xiaohong: "I'm just so angry that they treated me like that."

    What can I do if I am angry?

    Everyone is dead, so you can't flog the corpse, right?

    The key is that Wang Xiaohong didn't have the guts to flog the corpse.

    Ren Yin: "Now you remember that it is you who are suffering from them! They are all dead, and you still let them torture you."

    Wang Xiaohong dreams almost every night, and even Ren Yin is about to have a nervous breakdown. Doesn't the dreamer have a nervous breakdown?

    No wonder Wang Xiaohong suffered from neuralgia and went to the hospital. He was too worried, which was probably part of the reason.

    Everyone advised her not to think so much, but she refused to listen.

    On the contrary, Ren Yin now sleeps at night, and sometimes wakes up suddenly without knowing why.

    Ren Yin suffered from insomnia.

    She began to have trouble sleeping at night or wanting to do anything else, like a ghost.

    As soon as she fell asleep, she began to have all kinds of dreams, and those that made her painful, anxious, and regretful were all turned out one by one.

    When I woke up after sleeping, my head was very tired, as if I had never slept.

    Sometimes when she wakes up, she lies on the bunk and can hear her heartbeat in the silence.

    The violent heartbeat fluctuates the fragile nerves in the exhausted body.

    Ren Yin looked at the ceiling above his head, his eyes were empty: "Maybe, I'm sick too."

    "I want to take medicine."

    It's so hard not being able to sleep.

    There is nowhere to put the spirit, and I am not interested in anything.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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