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Ke Guoguo seemed to have had a long dream.

She is the heroine of the dream. She grew up in a villa since she was a child. She has a beautiful painter mother with a gentle smile, and a high-spirited businessman father who seems to be unable to overcome anything.

Ever since I can remember, my parents have been very affectionate.

It fully explains what parents truly love and children are just accidents.

The businessman father is always very busy and is often missing from home. The few moments he spends at home are spent with his painter mother.

Dad would always considerately put on his coat for Mom, and they would take a walk together under the caress of the early autumn sunset. The two of them would always forget the time while chatting, and when the night was getting late, they would return home together, talking and laughing.

My mother would invite my father to stay in the studio, where no one else was allowed to enter, and handle official duties while she was painting. Even if she occasionally needed to communicate via voice call, it didn't matter if she made a sound. The two of them stayed together for afternoon after afternoon.

Although my father rarely cooks, every time my mother has a birthday or some special days decorated with lights, he will put on an apron, enter the kitchen, and carefully prepare every dish. My mother, who hates the smell of cooking fumes, will always frown. He leaned against the bar, waiting to be fed during the cooking process.

In Ke Guoguo's eyes, such a scene seemed to be covered with a layer of gauze, vaguely soothing his young and lonely soul.

At that time, although Ke Guoguo could only receive sporadic love and care from her parents, she did not find it too difficult.

Little Ke Guoguo felt that this is what the world should be like——

Mom and dad should love each other.

I deserve to grow up day after day in such an environment,

Even without Dad around, the house was always quiet. Everyone was like a clockwork machine, doing what they were supposed to do without daring to make the slightest sound.

The little Ke Guoguo was always under the care of a nanny, watching her mother stay in the studio all day long, swaying with various colors and drawing various paintings. She would only have a little rest when her father was at home.

Colorful colors are swaying on the painting, but Ke Guoguo's mother is like a withered flower that has been drained of its vitality.

My father is getting busier and busier, and my mother is getting more and more silent.

Ke Guoguo wanted to do something, but was shackled in his young body, feeling powerless and sad.

Ke Guoguo also gradually fell silent, watching like a bystander, his young body standing outside the studio - not daring to go in, but not wanting to stay away.

Her father was getting busier and busier at work. Ke Guoguo saw her father hug her mother apologetically several times, then take a few steps away to answer the phone, speaking fiercely and arguing with reason, followed by deep silence and dejection. .

There were more and more drinking parties. Every time my father came home, he would stand in the courtyard for a long time before he would rub his face and walk home with a smile on his face.

But the smell of alcohol always made my mother wake up in the middle of the night and vomit in the bathroom.

The communication between the two became less and less, and the time they spent together became more and more tense, but their quarrels increased day by day.

The most intense quarrel broke out when my mother called an uncle to come to the living room of the house. When my father came back, his expression changed.

Naturally, this gathering ended on bad terms. The uncle ruffled Ke Guoguo's hair before leaving and left a bag of beautifully packaged candies.

Although Ke Guoguo in the dream never saw that uncle again, Ke Guoguo outside the dream recognized him - his uncle Shi Wan - while half asleep and half awake.

The painful days that followed seemed to press the accelerator button. Dad spent less time at home and spent more and more time standing in the courtyard.

My mother spent more and more time in the studio, but once she left the studio, she seemed anxious. This anxiety is particularly obvious every time I see my father, and my nerves become more and more sensitive.

Every time Ke Guoguo saw a quarrel, the two of them would sit in separate places and cry silently.

Something is wrong, but nothing seems to be right.

Ke Guoguo also had few friends in school. After all, no one wanted to stay with a girl who was so quiet that she almost didn't exist.

They all said that she was like a cloudy sky, always making people unhappy.

Ke Ke Guoguo didn't understand all this. She just thought that as long as she was quiet enough, her mother and others would not be in pain, and her life could return to the way it was when she was a child.

Due to her withdrawn personality, her classmates were reluctant to pay attention to Ke Guoguo, and even took pleasure in teasing her.

Ke Guoguo wanted to tell someone, but she didn't know who to tell, so she could only become more and more withdrawn.

The days are like the beginning of a vicious cycle, or the decaying wood by the water, flying by at an unstoppable but extremely fast speed.

Ke Guoguo saw herself standing at the door of the studio, but never saw her mother walk out the door with the gentle smile of her childhood.

A stranger in a white coat.

Traveling in a hurry, all kinds of strangers.

A stranger named Daddy.

The villa fell completely silent, just like Ke Guoguo's heart.

Ke Guoguo really didn't understand why her mother was so unhappy that she left her even though she was so quiet. Dad would still stay away from home all day and all night.

But it doesn't matter, all the answers become meaningless when dad walks in with a strange aunt and a girl of his own age, and makes people lose the idea of ​​exploring.

Ke Guoguo heard him say, "Guoguo, this is your aunt, she will take care of you in the future."

Ke Guoguo heard her say, "Hello, Guoguo, this is my aunt's daughter and your sister."

Ke Guoguo heard her say, "Hello, sister."

But she didn't hear anyone ask her what she thought.

Ke Guoguo refused, denied, resisted, and was distressed, but none of them could stop the originally quiet home from becoming noisy.

In the noisy environment, Ke Guoguo became completely quiet. She only wanted to huddle in her room, caressing the photo of her mother smiling gently when she was a child on the table, and closed all the curtains.

The room is getting darker, my hair is getting longer, my body is getting fatter, and there are more and more acne on my face.

It was getting more and more lively outside the room.

Finally, on the day when he received the admission notice, Ke Guoguo suddenly felt that he should do something - despite how familiar, how safe, how comfortable, and how addictive this dark room was.

Maybe, we have to go out and see, we have to go to the future to see.

The little Ke Guoguo silently picked up his little suitcase. For the first time in his life, he pushed open the door of his "home" alone and stepped out of this strange yet familiar prison that he had stayed in for 18 years.

wake up.

Ke Guoguo opened her eyes and saw the unfamiliar ward, which was completely white. She felt a headache swell in her temples, but she felt clear in her heart.

The sunshine outside was just right, passing through the lush leaves, and he was lively climbing over the window lattice and climbing onto Ke Guoguo's hospital bed.

Outside the ward, there were faint sounds of people walking around or talking, but it didn't seem noisy.

Ke Guoguo pushed himself up and sat up with difficulty, only to see Wangrong Huan, who was holding his right hand and sleeping by the window.

The sunlight also bypassed his thick eyelashes, dark circles under his eyes, his nose that was straight enough to sit on a slide, and his slightly white lips, and fell on his slightly stubbled chin, making him look a little embarrassed.

"Hey."

Ke Guoguo didn't know why but wanted to laugh. Maybe it was the sunshine, maybe it was the warmth coming from her palms, maybe it was because Wangrong lying next to her bed looked like a dejected dog with scribbles that could not sleep well. .

Wangrong's eyelashes trembled and he opened his eyes. His red bloodshot eyes blinked dryly, as if he was half asleep.

Seeing what she saw in front of her, the girl who was almost judged by the doctor to never wake up smiled in relief.

He said, "Wake up and come home with me."

Wangrong wanted to say ten thousand words in one moment - he wanted to say what happened during this period, how worried and scared he was, there were many, many things he wanted to say, but in the end they all came together into a somewhat distressed smile. ,

"Okay, let's go home."