Love's Gone

Together with the symptom of black eyes, I was accompanied by shaking hands. It was not easy for me to stabilize my feet and dial back the string of mobile phone numbers.

The voice that has been away for a long time is deformed through the transformation of radio waves, which makes me feel strange.

I don't know whether I have taken too many things seriously with the accumulation of my experience, or whether Liu Duoming has really faded his spirit of the year, and his voice is haggard: "Ann, I can find you. Ann, do you have any money? Can you lend me some money, ANN, can you... "

The throat seemed to overturn a bucket of chili oil, which made my nose sour. I wanted to scold him. Finally, retribution came, but I couldn't scold.

The sad thing I can't escape is that I hate my once ruthless and cruel so-called family from my heart. I can't wait to engrave those hatred into my bones in order to always remember them and make them never brown. But my hatred that I think is towering is just a sad product based on self deception. They can't turn into a sharp blade to cut me away from the past, And I'll never come back from hell.

I hate, but I can't be really indifferent.

More importantly, Dousha Bao, Liu Duoming's son, is my only attachment to the home I can't go back to.

I can't and can't pass on my hatred for Liu Duoming to him.

With a restrained voice, I interrupted Liu Duoming: "which hospital is the bean paste bag in now? What did the doctor say? "

Liu Duoming, he will be today.

In his voice, there was a faint cry: "in Lianjiang people's Hospital, the doctors here are not sure whether the leukemia of bean sandbags comes from familial inheritance. I checked on the Internet. Baidu did say that 7% of leukemia comes from familial inheritance. If so, it would be more troublesome... The medical level here is also limited. The hospital suggests taking advantage of the child's good condition, Quickly transfer to Zhanjiang people's hospital. But I have no money on hand. I'm afraid I'll be transferred to another hospital. If the money is not in place, it will be more troublesome at that time. Ann, can you help me? Bean paste bag is the heart of your sister-in-law and me. Please help me, Ann. If you can lend me some money, I'll use it in an emergency. Even if I'm a cow and a horse, I'll give it back to you. I'll certainly pay it back. I'll never be vague about your account... ANN, can you lend me some money? The bean paste bag is less than two years old, and his life has just begun. "

I was hit hard by Liu Duoming's last sentence. Even though I thought I had a heart of stone, my eyes were astringent and wet. My heart seemed to be bitten by thousands of ants. My emotions were so complicated that I couldn't help it. I clenched my teeth: "go and arrange the transfer of Dousha bag. I'll take money back now."

Hang up the phone. I stuffed some clothes into my suitcase as quickly as possible, and then put all my bank cards on it. When I went out, I sent a message to Ma Xiaoyan, asking her to find the finance department tomorrow and draw 200000 yuan into my account. In addition, I asked her to work harder these days to coordinate inside and outside the company.

Or she was already asleep. Ma Xiaoyan didn't reply to me. I was running all the way with my suitcase in one hand and my mobile phone in the other. I was embarrassed as if I wanted to escape.

After getting on the bus, I felt like a shadow of suffocation. I had to roll the window to the bottom and let the wind run through several places together, blowing me to pieces.

History is so amazing to repeat, but things are not people. I can finally go to a redemption with money, but I still can't get the real redemption.

I think of Liu Duohui again. I think of her in the most green years. She was also severely broken by the cruel reality when her life just grew stamens and was about to reveal fragrance. My tears flowed continuously and blurred with me on the empty road in the deep night.

At five in the morning, I finally arrived.

Just after the transfer, it was midnight and the bean paste bag was not ready for the bed. Liu Duoming and his wife Yu Wangying sat on the chair in the corridor with their children, looking sad and haggard.

While Huang Fang was carrying big bags and small bags to one side, talking about the suffering of the cub.

I stood at this end and looked at the family silently. After watching it for about two minutes, I stepped up gently.

It's Huang Fang. The agreement is just a few pages. The points indicated on it are a little simple beyond my expectation. I smoothed it out before long. I didn't find anything unusual. Naturally, I started writing and signed my name.

When I handed the agreement back, I followed a polite sentence: "I'm really sorry. Let Mr. Luo run here from lianjiang."

Luo Zhizhong blew the smoke ring freely. His tone was light: "have you eaten yet?"

I was slightly stunned, and then pulled out a smile in front of me: "I've eaten. Miss Luo, haven't you eaten yet? Or I... "

But he suddenly took most of the cigarette out of his mouth and put it out in the ashtray in front of him. Luo Zhizhong's tone was lighter: "I've eaten, don't greet me."

His eyes were floating everywhere. Luo Zhizhong was not in a state of cold, and he jumped again: "Zhou Wei didn't come back with you?"

Based on my relationship with Luo Zhizhong, I really didn't want to share with him the details of why Zhou Wei was not around me. I could only reluctantly smile and intend to perfunctory the past in one or two sentences, but Luo Zhizhong still didn't give me this opportunity.

He pulled out another cigarette like a trick, and then he suddenly said something completely contrary to his style.