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Chapter 33

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    I walked into the ward with heavy steps. There were no other patients in the ward, and the lonely Dewey packed his luggage with his back to the door.  He turned around and found me inadvertently, and smiled bitterly: "Xiao Yang, you are here." "Yeah." I responded, leaning my head against the wall, not knowing what to say.  Dewey gave me an embarrassed look, then lowered his head and continued to pack his things.

    His messy hair that had been twisted off, with new strands of hair growing out of his scalp, looked ridiculous.  His face had subsided, and the distorted scar was like a disgusting caterpillar, crawling from the corner of the eye to the wing of the nose, completely destroying the originally beautiful and handsome face, leaving behind a hideous look.  I saw in this young face the terrible price paid for profit.

    "What are your plans for the future?" I asked calmly.  Dewey's hands trembled slightly, and he said calmly, "I'm going to cut my hair. This hairstyle is no longer suitable for me, do you think so? Can you go with me? It's boring to go alone."

    "Okay." I nodded helplessly involuntarily.  I accompanied him to pack his luggage silently, and then went to the inpatient department to pay the hospitalization fee.  Dewey took out a black plastic bag from his backpack, which contained bundles of brand-new old heads. The red RMB seemed to make my eyes red like a hot iron.

    Dewey turned his head and gave me a silent look.  This is what he deserves. He exchanged his dignity, body and soul, and even life for money. I have no reason to blame him.

    After completing the discharge procedures, we walked out of the hospital and found a beauty salon with luxurious decoration.

    Dewey sat on the chair and said to the hair stylist confidently: "Get a decent hairstyle, it's okay to be short as long as it looks good." The hair stylist looked at his dog-like hair strangely, and joked: "Don't worry, I cut it  The hairstyle is definitely better than your current hairstyle."

    I sat on the chair behind and looked at Dewey in the mirror, and I also looked at myself in the mirror in front of me. I stared hard, as if I was afraid that my eyes would not be able to bear it and I ran away.

    The hair that Dewey once cherished so much fell down like snowflakes. I recalled rubbing his head and being scolded angrily by him.  He blushed like a shy little girl when he was angry.

    I never believed that one day Dewey would be willing to cut what he thought was the most handsome hair.  Dewey smiled at me in the mirror, showing those two lovely canine teeth, and his young and immature face was full of vicissitudes.  I smiled stiffly at him.

    "I bought a ticket for the night, and I will go back to my hometown tonight."

    "Ah? Hmm" I just took a sip of the green tea in my mouth. Although I knew that Dewey was about to return, I didn't expect him to leave in such a hurry. "Are you in such a hurry?"

    Dewey looked out the window longingly, as if he saw his long-lost hometown in the distance.

    "I miss home, I miss my father and mother." His melodious voice seemed to come from afar.

    I nodded, this was the best result for Dewey, but when I thought of him leaving, I felt infinitely disappointed.  I played with the empty bottle of green tea in my hand and asked in a low voice, "Are you still coming?"

    He didn't answer and was silent for a long time.  I raised my head and stared at me in the mirror, with pain that couldn't be concealed in my eyes.

    "I won't come again. I don't like this city, and I think it's better to be in the countryside. I have lost a lot here, but I also get what I want. I have nothing to missI will miss you." He said vigorously  shook my hand.  I don't know what there is in this city that is worthy of nostalgia.  Countless young people flocked to this city full of feasting, drinking, and money with countless expectations and longings.  This is not a paradise of dreams. Under its gorgeous appearance, life is rotten and ugly.  No one knows, only those who have been injured here, and those who have fled back, will tell others that this is a casino-ten bets and nine loses, not many people can take anything away from here, except pain.  No one outside would believe that this gorgeous place is full of evil; even if they believed, they would try their luck and gamble with fate.  If I were Dewey, I wish I had never been to this sad city.

    Dewey was about to leave, and I personally sent him to the long-distance bus, watching his waving hands disappear without a trace in the rising dust in a touch of sadness.  Several cars from other provinces stopped around, and a group of young people with big and small bags got off the cars in twos and threes.  Their smiling faces are as innocent as Dewey's, full of longing and expectation for the future.  This is another group of people who come here to seek their dreams. I can only silently wish them all the best and good luck.  When I got home, I simply made some dinner.

    "Mom, eat slowly, the TV won't start until later!" I cleaned up my mother and dropped the rice grains all over the floor.

    My mother glanced at me, turned her head and ignored me with a "hum", and just tried her best to pick up the rice.  She's still angry, it's all my faultIt hurt Wei Ling, but she couldn't understand her helplessness.

    I shook my head with a wry smile and said, "Mom, can I take you to the park this weekend?"

    Her eyes lit up, like a child who easily puts his unhappiness behind him.

    "Then let's take Xiaoling to play with me by the way!" Seeing the anticipation on my mother's face, I was dumbfounded, Wei Ling left such deep feelings in her mother's heart.  It's a pity that I can't fulfill her wish. I must make my mother forget her sooner, which is good for everyone.

    "Xiaoling won't come again in the future. We had a fight."

    "You are a bad person, I ignore you." The mother stood up annoyed, left the messy bowls and chopsticks, and turned to go into the inner room.  I sat there in a daze, unable to do anything about the current situation, I could only pray that my mother would forget her soon.  After everything was tidied up, I walked into the bedroom dejectedly.  I haven't gone to work since the riot in the bar that day. The bar reminds me of Dewey and the ugliness in the dark.  If it weren't for the helplessness of life, I even hope that I have never been to that ghostly place.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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