Chapter 463

I'm standing on the stairs.

Watching all this.

If these words had sounded to me, I would think it was a pot of dog blood.

But when it came to me, I found that more dog blood came from life.

It seems that everything is calculated. Whether it is accidental or calculated, the warm and muddy situation is not so good.

The smoke grew thick.

I remember I shouted to him, but I don't remember he turned back.

Just remember that in the thick choking smoke, I watched him go without looking back.

Hold the person in your arms.

The steps are in a hurry.

I stood in the smoke, trying hard to open my eyes, but I couldn't see anything clearly.

Even the abdominal pain can't offset the emotional tear pain.

The things on my head hit me with fire, and my eyes looked down without focus.

For a time, even any emotion didn't show up.

Numb, stiff, watching the fire around me become bigger and bigger, and the consciousness becomes more and more blurred.

Before losing consciousness, the only thing to remember is the severe pain in the abdomen.

The pain of the internal organs seemed to be pinched hard, and the blood and flesh were blurred.

It hurts

Pain from inside to outside.

……

When there is a sound in my ear, I even feel like I'm dreaming.

But the sound was clear for a while.

"Well, the patient is responding."

There are some professional terms that I don't understand.

The only thing that can be heard is the excited tone.

His eyes were dry and his throat dried up like a fire.

"Trifoliate orange?"

It was difficult for me to turn my head and subconsciously look at the position of the sound.

But the eyes are very vague, like something covered with a layer of white fog, which can't be seen clearly at all.

"It's all right."

I don't know who said that.

I waited for consciousness to slowly return before I tried to sit up.

After being held up, the whole body successfully stood up.

There is no red flame in my memory, nor is it in the scorching temperature.

Everything around is peaceful and strange.

Calm and peaceful is like a long lost thing in memory, which is not true at all.

"Do you still know me?"

My mother still frowns and habitually moves, but it's rare to lose a bit of sharpness, but it's more unreal than ever, with a little gentleness.

He shook his hands carefully in front of me.

This kind of disobedience makes me feel uneasy all over.

It is my reason that returns faster than emotion.

I don't know what kind of mood I should show at this time, but I habitually put my hand on my abdomen.

The voice was hoarse and said calmly, "where's the child?"

The abdomen is not flat.

As if there had never been any protrusion.

There were no waves in my eyes. I swept the people around me and didn't speak again.

But the emotions of the people around me are more obvious than me.

Lin Zhu gently hugged me. There were many emotions in his eyes that I couldn't distinguish. He just hugged me tightly and said, "it's just an accident. If you want, the child will have some."

These words, obviously deliberately avoiding any sharp, answered me tactfully in the most gentle and incomparable way.

But it still inevitably stabbed my heart.

As if it were countless sharp edges, they rushed into my heart and stabbed me hard.

A knife is like lingchi.

"Where is he?" I asked.

There is no hysteria or crying. The more this time, the more calm the mood is.

The silence after great sorrow and joy.

Consciousness gradually returned, and I remember what happened at that time.

Before losing consciousness, the scenes were clear in front of me.

"He'll be here in a minute. He went out with the doctor just now."

Lin Zhuda was still afraid of hurting me. When talking, he seemed to coax children and whispered to me.

There are not many people in the room, even Grandma, who doesn't show up all year round, but compared with being cautious, the emotion on her face is more real.

With a bit of dissatisfaction and scolding, probably because I thought about the surrounding situation, tightly closed my mouth, and the wrinkles on my face were wrinkled together without talking.

But the wrinkles on her face are enough to express her emotions.

Bent, leaning on crutches, standing aside with an expressionless frown, at first glance, it looks more like a Buddha, standing there coldly and inhumanely.

My eyes are full of calculations.

It's like getting used to all kinds of calculations and making profits from the moment you open your eyes.

I swept around and looked at everyone's emotions.

Whether sincere or false, everyone seems to wear their own unique mask.

At this time, I was still in the mood to take care of these, and even felt funny.

When they were almost gone, only my so-called family, the tightly closed grandmother who had been standing there disapproving, finally opened her mouth.

"What's the matter? Why didn't he bring you back? I heard that you were rescued later, so the child didn't stay?"

Grandma spoke as before.

The voice is old, but it is still sharp and cold.

He asked directly without any hesitation.

The crutches in his hand even poked heavily on the ground.

Seems to be expressing his dissatisfaction.

"I want to say, no matter what, you must grasp the man's mind. Otherwise, what did you work so hard for for so long, just to give others as a stepping stone. When you ran out, you were kicked away, and the children didn't keep it?"

She is even more excited about the children than I am.

Seems to be criticizing me for not keeping my last trump card.

But such words didn't stir up my emotions.

I was more silent than usual. No matter what she said, I just looked up at her without refutation or any other expression.

Hands still as before, gently stroked the abdomen.

It seems that the child has never disappeared and is paralyzed.

It's also like I knew the child would be gone. I had telepathy long ago, so I wouldn't be so upset.

"Why don't you talk? I didn't tell you before that a man is unreliable. You still have to rely on yourself. Look at you now. Even if you are kidnapped, at least the child will stay. Now all you can rely on is his shame..."

"Enough!"

Hoarse with suppressed anger, suddenly interrupted grandma's chatter.

Ah Xin has been standing in the corner.

It was not until he made this repressed sound like shouting that he was noticed.

"Have you said enough? When will you say such things now? If you really have the ability, why do you have to force your hope on my sister?"

Ah Xin's neck tightened, her blood vessels were even clear, and she pressed her voice hoarsely.