Women's Private Club

"Zi Xiao, what's wrong with you? Zi Xiao, wake up quickly." There was a rush of shouts, and Huang Zixiao woke up suddenly. sat up again.

"Zi Xiao, are you okay? Zi Xiao, are you okay?" Hou Zhikai called him while pushing him with his hand.

Huang Zixiao was still in shock. He didn't fully wake up until now. It turned out that he had a nightmare.

Hou Zhikai looked at him worriedly, and saw that he was sweating profusely all over his head, face, and body, as if he had been washed with water, and the beads of sweat on his forehead were still dripping down.

"Zi Xiao, are you having a nightmare?" Hou Zhikai asked worriedly.Women's Private Club 114

Huang Zixiao's face was pale, and he was panting heavily. He hadn't completely escaped from the nightmare, and was still in that kind of heart-piercing pain.

While Hou Zhikai was soundly asleep, he suddenly heard horrified screams. He woke up suddenly, and saw Huang Zixiao lying on the bed kicking his legs and waving his hands, calling out to his sister heartbreakingly. ...

Hou Zhikai was stunned, he didn't know what happened to Huang Zixiao, he didn't care about the pain, he hurriedly struggled to get off the bed, ran over and pushed and shouted, and finally dragged Huang Zixiao out of the nightmare.

Huang Zixiao's eyes were dull, his expression was painful, and he was sitting on the bed, looking out of his mind.Hou Zhikai limped in a hurry, took the towel over, handed it to Huang Zixiao, and said, "Zi Xiao, wipe off your sweat quickly."

Huang Zixiao stretched out his hand to slowly take the towel, shook his head violently to wake himself up, lifted the towel, and wiped his sweat slowly, still feeling undecided.

This dream was terrible. In the dream, he dreamed that his dear sister was buried under the collapsed house. Thinking of that scene in the dream, Huang Zixiao couldn't help but tremble all over.

Seeing Huang Zixiao like this, Hou Zhikai was even more worried, and said, "Zixiao, are you having a nightmare?"

Huang Zixiao had no choice but to nod in pain, Hou Zhikai hurriedly comforted him: "Dreams are unrealistic, don't be afraid. After wiping off your sweat, take a rest."

Huang Zixiao asked, "What time is it?" When he spoke, Huang Zixiao realized that his voice was hoarse.

"It's already early morning, and it's almost dawn," Hou Zhikai said.

Huang Zixiao slowly got down from the bed. He felt exhausted physically and mentally, and felt like he was on the verge of collapse.

Nightmares are nightmares, and only when you think about it every day will you have dreams at night.Huang Zixiao knew very well that it was his family members, especially his poor sister, who he was deeply concerned about all the time.

Huang Zixiao was about to cry but couldn't cry, his mood was extremely irritable, and he said hoarsely, "Zhikai, I'm fine, you can rest." As he spoke, he picked up his face and took the towel, and walked out of the dormitory.

Coming to the corridor outside the dormitory, a cool morning breeze blew, and Huang Zixiao, who was sweating profusely, shivered involuntarily.Then go to the bathroom.The whole person felt as if he was sleepwalking, calling for his sister from time to time in his heart, and when he came to the bathroom, he was already crying unconsciously.

The house in my hometown is really unlivable. After spring, summer will soon come, and summer is a rainy season. The adobe house where my parents and sister live is dilapidated, and I really can't live in it anymore.My sister's illness can't be delayed any longer, and we must find a way to cure it as soon as possible.But so much foreign debt owed has to be repaid.

Thinking of this, Huang Zixiao squatted on the ground collapsed, put his head in his hands, and began to cry in a low voice.

"Zi Xiao, Zi Xiao, what happened to you today? Why are you hiding here and crying?"

Hou Zhikai was worried. When Huang Zixiao walked out of the dormitory, he limped and followed. When he came to the door of the bathroom, he heard a low sobbing sound from inside, and he hurried in. It was found that Huang Zixiao was holding his head in his hands, squatting on the ground and crying.

"Zi Xiao, get up quickly, don't squat on the ground and cry like this." Hou Zhikai walked over quickly with a limp, stretched out his hand and pulled Huang Zixiao up from the ground.Women's Private Club 114

Huang Zixiao's face was full of tears, tears and sweat intertwined, which made Hou Zhikai feel sad when he saw it.

"Zi Xiao, what's wrong with you?" Hou Zhikai asked worriedly.

"Zhikai, I had a dream. I dreamed that my house collapsed. I dreamed that my sister was buried under the house. I..." Huang Zixiao said in a hoarse voice. At the end, his voice choked and he said I can't go down.

"Zi Xiao, didn't I tell you, dreams come to dreams, dreams and reality are two different things, don't take it too seriously."

Huang Zixiao couldn't help but shed tears again, shook his head sadly, and said hoarsely: "I have to find a way to solve the family affairs as soon as possible. If this continues, there is no way. That old house can no longer be lived. My sister's illness I have to hurry up for treatment, and I can't delay it any longer, the foreign debts owed by the family..." At this point, Huang Zixiao couldn't continue speaking sadly.

Knowing about the situation in Huang Zixiao's family, Hou Zhikai sighed helplessly along with Huang Zixiao.

"Zhikai, go back to the room, I'm in a mess right now, let me calm down." Huang Zixiao's voice became hoarse.

"Well, okay, but you can't cry here anymore, the classmates will get up after a while, it's not good for them to see."

Huang Zixiao nodded, and Hou Zhikai limped back.

The sad Huang Zixiao couldn't get rid of his upset mood, so he simply stood directly under the shower head, turned on the valve, and let the cold water splash from head to toe.