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"You sit here now." Zhao Mingting put He Zhixu on the sofa.

"I'm fine." He Zhixu said.

Zhao Mingting looked at his originally gentle face, but now it turned into a sick face, and said angrily: "It's okay, you big-headed ghost."

He Zhixu was amused by the childish words, and the corners of his mouth twitched upwards.

Zhao Mingting went to the kitchen and poured him a glass of water, sat on the chair on the other side of the tea table, leaned his elbows on his knees and looked at him, "Can you tell me what happened?"

He Zhixu looked at him and didn't speak.

Zhao Mingting also stared at him, but he didn't know that Xu's weak appearance made him really embarrassed to lose his temper at him.

Relatively silent.

Zhao Mingting got up and went to the kitchen, "Have some millet porridge, it's good for the spleen and stomach."

He Zhi Xu reluctantly stood up, followed behind Zhao Mingting and said, "I want to eat something delicious, but my mouth is too bitter."

"Then I'm cooking some side dishes."

"Yeah." He Zhixu leaned on the door frame and watched Zhao Mingting take out the vegetables from the refrigerator, pick off the roots of the vegetables under the faucet, and rinse them under running water.

He looked at it for a while, then returned to the sofa.

Zhao Mingting's voice came from the kitchen, "Take the medicine, and the medicine should be taken before meals."

He Zhixu took out several medicine boxes from the plastic bag on the coffee table, "Do you want to eat all of them?"

"Well, the doctor prescribed it." Zhao Mingting said, but Xu Xu could hear the sound of a kitchen knife cutting vegetables in the living room.

He raised his head and took the medicine, turned on the TV, and flipped through the channels without interest. Except for the silly variety shows, it was the drama of mother-in-law and daughter-in-law. He sat on the sofa for a while, then turned and went into the study.

There was a notebook on the desk, and next to it was a pile of printed papers, which were placed in a mess on the desk. He Zhixu bent down and picked up a few pieces of paper from the floor and put them on the desk.

He took a deep breath, rolled up the messy papers on the table and filled the trash can in the study.

If you don't look at it, if you don't look at it anymore, you can escape from reality.

He leaned heavily on the back of the chair, looked at the ceiling, and exhaled.

"Where are you?" Zhao Mingting slammed open the door of the study, the trash can at the back of the study was knocked down by the door, and Xu Zhi immediately sat up, staring at him with two red eyes.

Zhao Mingting was taken aback by this situation, quickly lowered his head to lift up the trash can, and caught a glimpse of the content on the paper.

An introduction to a mental hospital.

Zhao Mingting froze in place.

He Zhixu leaned on the back of the chair, moved his lips and finally said, "That's where my mother lives now."

Zhao Mingting stood up and looked at He Zhixu.

"My dad is an anti-narcotics policeman. He lurked into a drug cartel as an undercover agent for his mission. The last drug deal, the drug dealers let my dad take care of it. It was all good, all right." He Zhixu said with his other arm He lifted it to cover his face, tears streaming down his face.

"But he doesn't trust my dad, it's fine if he doesn't trust him, and he can take care of it with someone he trusts." He kicked his foot on the desk as he spoke, and he fell to the ground without sitting still, "Why do you have to force me?" He, why are you forcing him to take drugs?" He waved his arms back and forth, and he didn't budge when he knocked on the desk.

He raised his head, looked at the ceiling, and finally stopped moving, with his arms drooping to the ground.

Zhao Mingting stood at the door and did not dare to move.

He didn't know what to do, how to comfort him.

I had no choice but to stay with him like this.

After an indeterminate amount of time, Hezhi Xu suddenly said: "Later, my dad was sent to a drug rehabilitation center, and the family owed a lot of money. The creditor came to force my mom every day, and even went to my mom's workplace to gamble. My mom finally After losing her job, she hugged me and hid at home, and the man smashed the glass of my house with his head. He came every day, really every day. My mother sneaked out to buy vegetables and cook for me, but was accused by the neighbors. Cursing down my spine, saying that my dad is a sucker for white noodles, and that my family deserved what they did.”

He Zhixu leaned his head gently on the chair and closed his eyes, like a sculpture in the dark night, his face was so cold, all the hatred gathered on the frowning eyebrows.

Then he said softly, "My mother was driven crazy like this."

When he said this, he seemed like a warrior fighting with bare fists on the battlefield exhausted his last breath of strength, his brows gradually calmed down, and the bruises on his hands and arms were glaring on his fair skin.

"I was eight years old at that time, I knew it clearly, why did I still forget them, why?" The last sentence was obviously crying, he opened his eyes and looked at Zhao Mingting, "Why?"

"Why did I forget them?" he cried.

The calm face suddenly cracked, and tears rolled down and fell down the chin.Why is every sentence a hoarse roar, like a beast being suppressed by a boulder, suddenly opening its mouth can change the color of the world.

Zhao Mingting approached He Zhixu, squatted in front of him, put his arms around him, and gently caressed He Zhixu's back.

He didn't know what to say, to be precise, he didn't know what he would like to hear if he encountered such a thing.

Don't say anything, no matter what, the drug-addicted father is still locked up in the drug rehabilitation center, and the crazy mother will no longer buy vegetables for him.

For an eight-year-old child, how at a loss should he be in the face of all this.

Then what?He chose to forget.

Did he walk to the orphanage by himself?

Or was she sent to an orphanage after her mother was forcibly sent to a mental hospital?

At the age of eight, he buried all unacceptable, fearful, and frightening realities, and then lived for 11 years with a sunny appearance.

He was dug out by the 19-year-old again.

Why?Why dig it out?

Because no memory is like stepping on the clouds, so I want to step on the soil.

I want to know how cruel parents abandoned their own flesh and blood, want to scold, want to vent their anger, even if they blame their cold blood for a lifetime.

Instead of such a result, which makes people's scalp numb, but there is nothing they can do about it.

He changed from squatting to kneeling, and he didn't know how long he had been kneeling, but Zhao Mingting still hugged He Zhixu like that, stroking his back gently with his hands.

The millet porridge is probably going to be boiled dry, Zhao Mingting thought, let's go out and eat after forgetting it for a while.

Feeling that his legs were numb and he was unconscious, he turned his head and glanced at He Zhixu, the guy seemed to have fallen asleep after the outbreak, and he touched it with the hand that was stroking his back. He touched Xu's forehead, but fortunately it wasn't hot.

Fortunately, he was obedient and took the medicine.

Fortunately, it's all over.

it's already over.

He slowly stretched out a leg to regain consciousness.

After his stomach rumbled for a while, he realized that he was hungry, so he helped He Zhixu to bed and then went down to buy some food.

At this time, He Zhixu suddenly raised his head from his chest, blinked his misty eyes and said, "I'm hungry."

"... eat later."

"I'm hungry." He Zhixu repeated again, with a coquettish tone.