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Chapter 759 Grandpa's Depression and Strangeness

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    Because I heard a few particularly heavy beating sounds.

    Those few voices were really thunderous.

    Those few strokes seemed to exhaust all the strength of the whole body, and you could hear the shaking of the hospital bed, which was not so good because of the hard conditions.

    "Grandpa, what are you doing?"

    "Why are you hitting your own legs?"

    "Why are you doing this to yourself?"

    I heard a lot, the voices of those men I was familiar with were in my ears, behind my back, and I slowly remembered that the voices of Xiaoyu and the others were very loud. Are you sure you can hear them all?  I feel like I'm struggling to hold down Grandpa's hands like a fight.

    The sound like a shaking glass kept infiltrating into my ears anxiously.

    I heard a lot of dissuading voices, and I also heard some voices tearing the vocal cords like a hobby, so I said that my whole body was a little bit broken, as if it was torturing my ears.  .

    It really made me feel that I had reached a state that I couldn't bear, so I took a few steps forward, but because I completely activated one of my own defense mechanisms, put my  My ears were covered so I wasn't sure, I remember how loud the footsteps were.

    But when I took a few steps forward and breathed steadily, I really didn't seem to hear any sound.  Only at this moment did I realize that maybe my movements and my frightened walking had been heard by them, and they had slowly quieted down.

    But it was only the teacher, the child and the monkey who were quiet. Maybe they realized that they might have scared me, because it seemed to involve some psychiatric problems. You really can¡¯t imagine grandpa suddenly  The sudden heart-piercing and hammering feeling in the state of my throat is not so good, it made me feel so heartbroken.

    But grandpa was still making some noises.

    "Grandpa, can you stop doing this? I know you are in great pain now. You may feel that you can't make a sound, and you may feel that your vocal cords are worn out, which makes it difficult to say. You also want to talk to Teacher He, but  If you continue to speak now, you may not be able to speak for a few days."

    Mr. Zhao, the very loud one seemed to start with the sound that I also heard, and it slowly flowed into my ears like playing with water.

    Gently and softly, with a little warning tone inside.

    Grandpa, it seems that he has calmed down, because every time he speaks, all the words are acceptable and contain the real truth in it.

    To be honest, my heartbeat is beating very fast now.

    Almost to the point where I'm starting to get a little bit affected by it myself.

    Because now I really feel a special feeling of suffocation. That feeling really makes me feel not so comfortable and makes me feel depressed.

    It seems that I really can't stay in this hospital any longer. This feeling has already begun, which makes me feel less comfortable.

    But it was because of his sudden emotional restlessness that I could understand how irritable the teacher said he was, how emotionally unstable the teacher said he was, this unstable factor  It's too big. I can probably understand and understand his anxiety and conflicting psychology now. Maybe he really can't bear himself to go on like this.

    But also after that I heard some crying, some very small crying, I heard sobbing.

    I don't know why the whole ward is so quiet, it seems that no one talks at all.

    I don't know if I locked myself in that room, so that I can only hear the sounds in the ward and my own heartbeat.

    Therefore, I really feel a little bit now, the so-called devoid of conscience.

    I even started to have some doubts about whether this could go on smoothly and smoothly.

    This is the sound of footsteps coming from behind me.

    I was also taken aback because suddenly a person started talking in my ear.

    "Mr. He, I'm sorry. Grandpa's mood is really bad. You heard it too. I'm also very sad. If you can't stand it, why don't you take Pepe back home."

    yesMonkey, monkey came to my ear to apologize.

    I just shook my head. At this time, I realized the so-called sense of mission, I realized that kind of firm strength, and I realized what I think I can do.

    But I don't know why, I just started to move a little bit into a field that I can't control myself, and finally I think the whole person is floating on the water.

    It seems that I am following them all the time to do some solo things. There are many wild animals beside me, as if I am in the jungle at this moment.

    And I really have no way to completely offset and knock down those things.

    It seems that there is a scorching sun above my head.

    There are countless thorns under my feet.

    There are more of these things that I can't control myself, which makes me feel weird.

    "Teacher He, you really can't go on like this!"

    Suddenly, a special passage of words that made me feel strange and related to me sounded behind me.

    I even wondered if I went wrong, my first reaction or what kind of things I just did wrong, why did I suddenly hear my name?

    However, when we realized it, we realized that I was the voice of grandpa this time, because everyone was communicating with me with a very sorry attitude, anyway, it was because of a night of bad mood that made me feel  disturbed.

    I was completely at a loss, and I turned my head immediately. When I turned my head, I saw Grandpa's appearance. Grandpa was so depressed that he didn't even have the dirty feeling that no one took care of his hair.  Such a complete sense of decadence made me dare not look directly at him, and immediately lowered my head.

    "What did you say?"

    I think maybe I shouldn't communicate with him, if I do, I don't think being sober is not particularly good for his vocal cord repair.

    But I didn't hold back.

    Because it is too brainless.

    "You can't go on like this!"

    Grandpa, said with difficulty in his throat.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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