In the quiet cemetery, Gong Xiaoqiao was wearing a black umbrella and a bright red dress, which looked a little weird.
"Mom......
Is Little Joe looking good today?
She crouched down, her face pressed against the cold tombstone, her expression gentle.
I didn't want to, but as soon as I relaxed, the tears began to fall completely uncontrollably.
She buried her head in frustration, her shoulders shaking, "Hmm, what's going on......
I don't want to cry!
” "But, Mom, Xiao Qiao is so sad, so sad......"
"All the people bullied me......
I hate it......
I hate ......."
She caressed the photo of her mother on the tombstone with attachment, "Mom, I really want you to hug me, I really want to hear you scold me, and hit me, but I can't ...... anymore" "I'm sorry, I'm sorry......
Why did I say that to you that day!
Let you leave with such sadness......"
Four years ago, she pushed away her mother who was catching up like crazy, and screamed at her- You have never raised me, what right do you have to control me!
That was the sentence she regretted the most in her life, and she regretted it painfully.
Gong Xiaoqiao clenched his fists tightly, "I have never hated you, I know your hardships, and I believe what you say."
I've always understood that you love Little Joe, heh, you just can't ask Little Joe to ......"
She tilted her head and tried to stop her tears, "You all love me, but you can't ask me to ......"
"Don't want me to ......," she knelt against the tombstone with tears, her body trembling and choking, and occasionally let out a violent coughing sound.
Not far away, a pair of muddy shoes were hidden in the withered blades of grass, and the rain wet his shoulders.
After a long, long time, Gong Xiaoqiao still maintained that posture and did not move, and he stepped forward worriedly, only to find that she had closed her eyes and was tired and asleep.
"Silly girl, why do you want to make people feel so distressed......"
Gu Xingshen carefully took her into his arms.
A word of love can't be wanted, which makes his heart like a knife.
She still had the smell of hospital potion on her hair, and she had been coughing just now, so she must be sick.
The scars on his face had not yet faded, and Gu Xingshen carefully reached out and touched them.
This girl's skin has always been very tender, and the exaggerated description is that it can be broken by blowing, and a slight touch will leave traces, not to mention the slap.
How did it get out of control......
She saw that Xiao Rou and Qin Yao were out of control, why did she even have to follow her out of control!
Gu Xingshen took her hand and saw that in addition to the pinholes on the back of her hands, there were also scars made by nails in the palms of her hands, and piercing wounds on her arms.
Gu Xingshen frowned, he sat down, turned his back to the wind and rain, placed her in his arms, let her fall asleep in a comfortable position, and then took out a keychain in her coat pocket, on which hung nail clippers in the shape of a green frog cartoon.
Gu Xingshen held her tender white hand, which still had baby fat, and carefully trimmed her nails one by one, and her serious appearance seemed to be doing extremely sacred things.
If the blank card doesn't expire and is still valid, he just wants to forgive.
However, the little girl must hate him to death now!
Otherwise, how could he disappear without a sound, hanging his heart in the air and abusing him.
Although he was smiling when he saw her, he kept holding on, and only here can he get a moment to vent.
I haven't seen him for a few days, and I'm so sick, my little face is pale, and my chin is thin and pointed.
She clearly knew that the best thing she could do to hurt him the most was to hurt herself.
He pressed close to her lips, paused, and eventually just moved to her forehead and kissed the dragonfly with water.