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Chapter 512 The Pain from the Comparison

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    When I calmed down, my guilt, and my heart beat, I was greeted by that time, we were going to go out for a walk with grandpa, all of us together, after dinner  Start preparing after a full meal and hang out.

    To be honest, the pressure brought by this situation is not the usual feeling that he can go for a drive after a full meal.

    Rather, I fear, I see a contrast.

    I am afraid that I will see the appearance of my grandfather that I like more, I am afraid of seeing him wandering in the village, looking uncomfortable, or looking quiet, even if I want to go to the river with tears  feeling.

    I am afraid that in his heart, he has always been in a place that resists other things, only wanting to go to grandma's place through a wheelchair.

    We also set off smoothly, when we arrived at that place.

    I have been thinking about one thing.

    So why didn't Grandpa show any reaction or performance when he didn't have a wheelchair before? He wanted to go to the riverside?

    It is impossible for him to completely keep this matter in his heart for many years, and he has never mentioned it to his grandson. Therefore, there are still contradictory decisions about these things, but the next second I seem to find  If there is a bottleneck breakthrough, that may be because.

    Grandpa felt that it was necessary now, and he could go to grandma for a while, because now he had a completely free space, and he probably didn't want grandma to see him in such a mess.

    So it is precisely because of this feeling of sadness, that I feel that some people are beginning to worry about gains and losses, and it makes me feel a little glassy.

    I am also a little, uncomfortable.

    That feeling is beginning to be exposed in my mind!

    That chaotic, uncomfortable feeling!

    Grandpa has no thoughts at all!

    He is like a walking dead, he doesn't like the feeling of wandering in the village at all, he is like that, the word bored is written all over his face, and the word he doesn't like is written all over his face  which type.

    I really can't accept it, his attitude can't be called an attitude, it's such a feeling, but I saw his missing voice today, and now I can't stand it anymore, he  This kind of feeling of being extremely cold and lonely makes me feel very sad. I even want to take him directly to the other side of the river now, and let him breathe fresh air under the condition of ensuring safety.  felt it.

    I really can't control myself now, I feel that my whole body is going crazy, my madness is already the kind that will swirl my whole body into a whirlpool, or be involved in that kind of  In the fish tank with sharks, the kind, with some bloody madness.

    You have to know that those bad tastes that spread seem to be really painful.

    Or I simply don't know how to describe or evaluate those things.

    My parents seem to be particularly stiff now, because they must be able to directly see the expressions on Grandpa's face, as if half of the whole person has withered away.

    Like a rose, withered in its proper season.

    I really started to be unwilling to be outdone, and my unwillingness to be outdone was for myself. I even wanted to start fighting against the skinny monkey, because I really wanted to know what would happen if I asked him to go outside.  How much does it cost?

    So now I have started to get entangled, I am so entangled, I seem to have almost forgotten how to talk, I just want to push everything away and overthrow everything now.

    Really, I have begun to drift, I really don't know how I should explain to these people now, or how to have a useful communication with them.

    Or in the end, is there a way to make this matter the best of both worlds, because I'm really scared.

    I saw Grandpa, looking lost, because his loss was different from his loss by the river, when he was by the river, he had love, longing, and longing, but it was different here  .

    So now I really don't know what to do.

    I kept scratching my head by the side, like a monkey possessed, the general kind, constantly thinking about some kind of understanding, anyone who looks at it knows that I am now.?? Thinking about something.

    So my parents also spoke.

    "What are you thinking? What's wrong? Why are you still frowning all of a sudden."

    My parents kept giving me winks, they were telling me, what are you thinking about right now, stop your thoughts quickly, because you seem to be disturbing someone else¡¯s leisurely walk,  Because the two of them really started to take a walk, they must feel that although nothing happened today, they are very happy.

    It's just that my father and the thin monkey talked a few words and the matter was settled.

    So it's comfortable to be with the two of them.

    That's really called one, and it can be described as the feeling of Chinese New Year. The two of them really zoom in and look at the whole type, but I am different.

    I completely feel that I am nestled in my own little room, constantly circling and swimming there.

    And for me, these things just don't seem to impress me at all, I don't think this is enough at all, I am the most sensitive person in the world, I just want to have a spin with this god.

    So I couldn't take it anymore, so I directly proposed a sentence, a particularly impolite sentence, I said.

    "Sorry, I might go to another place for a walk first, I have to go back to the house first."

    To be honest, these things make me feel that it is too vague.

    I also don't want to be such a condescending person, I don't want to be such a blunt person.

    All in all, all in all.

    I really hate this feeling a little bit.

    Or rather, I don't really like it at all.

    I don't want to, I speak like this.

    So now I have begun to have some resistance.

    I resist the way I am.

    Because of my parents, they kicked me right away.

    It's like saying that I don't understand flattery, like saying that I have no manners at all, like saying that I don't care about occasions at all.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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