What's wrong with you

The windows of the hospital are very large, Qiu Qiming lives in a ward on the first floor, he can even see the figures walking in the farthest part of the garden.Even in the sun, most sick people have haggard and helpless smiles on their faces.The morning sunlight penetrated into the ward, giving Qiu Qiming the illusion of being in another world.He opened his palm, and the scar across the middle was clearly visible like the fingerprint of the severed palm.While bowing his head in thought, a black shadow blocked the sunlight, and Qiu Qiming had to look up.Seeing Song Hanzhu handing over the porridge, he remained motionless.Qiu Qiming remembered the way Song Hanzhu looked at him when they first met, contemptuous and cruel, and even hostile.Qiu Qiming pulled his lips, shook his head, and gently pushed Song Hanzhu's hand away.

Song Hanzhu hated Qiu Qiming's attitude the most, and his tone was also very bad: "Is your mouth long for decoration? Can you speak human language?" He pulled a chair and sat down straight away, picked up the hot porridge and scooped it up. The spoon was sent to Qiu Qiming's mouth: "Open your mouth!" Qiu Qiming just didn't open his mouth, pulled up the quilt and fell asleep.Seeing this, Song Hanzhu felt anxious, "Damn it, I have plenty of time today, so I must teach you how to be a younger brother!"

Song Hanzhu snatched the quilt from Qiu Qiming and threw it aside. He patiently preached to Qiu Qiming who was lying on the bed and pretending to be a dead body: "I said, it's fine if you don't accept my favor, can you look at your mother?" In order to save face, I ate breakfast well! Being a son is so ignorant, what does he look like!" Qiu Qiming opened his eyes wide, and the corners of his mouth slightly twitched: "Your mother?" Song Hanzhu felt angry when he saw his lips raised slightly. Come up from the chest cavity.He pulled Qiu Qiming up and stared at Qiu Qiming viciously: "Say it again!" Qiu Qiming was not afraid, he raised the corner of his mouth and asked again in the same tone.In the next second, Song Hanzhu's fist greeted Qiu Qiming.Qiu Qiming was punched and kicked by Song Hanzhu on the ground, his face was still neither sad nor happy, he didn't want to resist at all.In the past in Jiangnan, the psychiatric department of the hospital was broken by him, and his illness never got better.Qiu Qiming felt that he was too special, so special that he didn't dare to get too close to others, let alone let go of his defenses.

When Qiu Qiming's unwavering and even somewhat gloomy eyes met Song Hanzhu's, the anger in his heart was instantly extinguished.Song Hanzhu dropped Qiu Qiming, straightened his coat, and walked out of the hospital after spitting.Song Hanzhu felt very uncomfortable, he was the one who beat the person, but why was he in such a bad mood?

After Song Hanzhu left, Qiu Qiming laughed.He clutched his stomach and slowly got up from the ground.The chicken porridge on the cabinet was still steaming, and he was really hungry.After leaving the ward with the bag in hand, he threw the porridge into the trash can.After eating soybean milk and fried dough sticks at the breakfast shop across the road, I went back to the hospital bed in a daze.Qiu Qiming didn't understand the meaning of life to him. From the time he could remember, he seemed to have no other pleasant things except pain and darkness.The days are so pale that there is no hope...

Even with the bottom of her hand on the keyboard, Li Lihua's mind is still not on work.The child born by myself knows that the child is too sensitive.In the past, because of his illness, she used to accompany the child every day. Even when he went to school, she followed him secretly.But during that time, Qiu Qiming's condition not only did not improve, but worsened a lot.The doctor also told her that the child should not be under psychological pressure.What else could she do but worry?The leader came over to ask her for a report, so she put away her thoughts and concentrated on the business at hand.She secretly counted the days, and it was time to take a look at that man!Thinking of that person, her eyes are no longer soft, but sharp and vicious!Everything is due to that person!

After going downstairs, Song Qitian's car drove up to her side.Song Qitian got down from the back seat and personally picked Lihua into the car: "Are you tired! Let's pick up Qiming and go home!" Li Lihua looked at the co-pilot and asked, "Where is Hanzhu?" Song Qitian's thoughts were all on Li Lihua, so why not care That brat Song Hanzhu said: "He lives on campus, except for the day we got married, he went home, you saw him come back before!" Li Lihua's expression was gloomy, and Song Qitian realized that he had said something wrong, and hurriedly hugged Huafeng: "That little boy The cub is born slutty and loves freedom, he loves to play with young friends, don't worry too much! Really!".Li Lihua couldn't help laughing when she saw Song Qitian's face flushed with anxiety.A big man, who is usually majestic, seems to be a different person when he is in front of her.Li Lihua suddenly remembered the lush years of her youth, and she sighed in her heart.This man is the last barrier between her and Qiming, she will never tolerate anyone hurting her child or her happiness!

The single-family villa on the hillside is hidden in the forest. The iron gate slowly opens after a bell rings, and the car drives into the long stone road.Qiu Qiming has long been accustomed to the grandeur of his stepfather's family. He looked at the guards in black and leather shoes, and his brows became more depressed.He was even more lazy to respond to his mother's caring words nagging in his ear.While Qiu Qiming was washing up, Li Lihua secretly put a cup of hot milk and then tiptoed back.Qiu Qiming held the handle of the bathroom door and happened to see all this through the crack of the door.Qiu Qiming opened the wooden door of the bathroom and looked at his mother coldly: "What are you doing?" Li Lihua smiled at him immediately, and then exited Qiu Qiming's bedroom after timidly saying: "Mom just wants to bring you a glass of milk. Good sleep!" Qiu Qiming plunged into the bed resentfully, closed his eyes and fell asleep.Why did you act like this while looking at his face when you obviously did nothing wrong?Obviously, his own existence was a mistake!

Song Hanzhu beat up Qiu Qiming, and was waiting for his father's call when he returned to school, but after returning to the dormitory, he waited until ten o'clock in the evening to see any movement from the phone.Mo Xuanxuan from the same club sent text messages to harass him from time to time, and Song Hanzhu responded politely.A pure school girl like Mo Xuanxuan is not his thing. He has been very clear about his preferences since he was a child. He likes girls with thin breasts and thighs.He neither refused nor accepted Mo Xuanxuan's harassment.As a man, Song Hanzhu was undoubtedly smart.After fighting with his roommate all night, Song Hanzhu fell asleep with his head covered, and went to meet the beauty in his dream.

Qiu Qiming got off the car, slowly walked into the crowd of people and rushed into the school with them.The bustling classmates, the colorful smiling faces, Qiu Qiming walked on the road alone, and he clearly heard the discussions around him.The news that he fainted on the road yesterday has already spread in the school.Sports committee member Yang Xiaoxi is a girl with a round face and dark skin. The reason why Qiu Qiming is closer to her than others is because she speaks and does things neatly, which will not make Qiu Qiming feel irritable.Today, she looked at him with sympathy, and gave Qiu Qiming a box of milk.Qiu Qiming's gaze was like a torch, and he threw the milk into the trash can beside the road in front of Yang Xiaoxi.Yang Xiaoxi was stunned, the tears in her eyes kept spinning.With her schoolbag on her back, she flung Qiu Qiming away and never looked at him again.

The morning self-study is English, and the English teacher in class 23, senior high school, is an old woman with a bad temper. Qiu Qiming and his classmates call her "Master Miejue".At this moment, Master Miejue was very gentle to Qiu Qiming who usually slept in her class for the first time, and asked him softly about his homework in the past few days.Qiu Qiming hung his slightly pale face, he didn't want to talk to anyone, let alone catch those pity looking eyes around him.The sound of reading aloud made his heart look so sad.He piled the books high, buried them in the books and closed his eyes.What is there in him to be sympathetic to?It's best that no one bothers him, no one...

The bell rang loudly in the corridor outside the classroom, and it was time for exercises between classes.Qiu Qiming dragged the shoes on his feet, but was stopped by the head teacher and asked him to stay in the classroom to clean up the housework.Qiu Qiming took a broom and swept the ground casually a few times, and he was done. He dug out the belly of the table and found many things, even a quick-acting heart-relief pill.Qiu Qiming was upset and threw the things into the trash again.He really wanted to tell people that he didn't lack for anything and didn't need any care, and he just hoped that none of them would talk to him!