When ten minutes were up, Mu Ke jumped up like a cat that had been stabbed in the butt by a needle that grandma had left somewhere. He opened the door and peeked outside. After making sure that the teacher had not come over, Mu Ke jumped up. Ke started knocking frantically on the door of another handicraft classroom.
"Bai Liu!" There were anxious tears in Muke's eyes, "Bai Liu! I listened to you and waited for ten minutes, and now the ten minutes are up! Come out!! I don't want to run away alone!"
Miao Gaozhang picked up Xiaomuke from the center, who was still beating him: "The teacher will be here later! Let's go first, Bai Liu will follow later! You can run faster than him slow!"
"No!" Xiaomuke cried hoarsely, "I don't want to leave him and run alone! We must run together! He has never left me!"
Miao Gao was stunned for a moment, but Xiaomuke took the opportunity and slipped off his shoulder.
Muke held back his tears and wiped the tears all over his face with his elbow. While looking at the corridor to see if any teachers were coming, he continued to choke and knock on the door frantically: "Bai Liu!! Open it! Forget it! I beg you, please! Open it!"
The door opened suddenly, and Xiao Bailiu was intact, but standing at the door with a pale face.
He glanced at Xiao Muke, who was crying and crying, expressionlessly: "Didn't I tell you to leave by yourself?"
Xiaomuke sobbed and shook his head, with tears streaming down his face, like an unwanted kitten that was about to pounce on Bai Liu. He was frightened and accused: "You scared me to death! Why didn't you open the door?!" "
"Liu Jiayi won't leave." Xiao Bailiu avoided Muke who rushed towards him. He shook palely and finally maintained his calm expression. Although he stayed still and did not fall down, bloodshot eyes oozed from the corners of his mouth. He lowered his head. He looked at Muke, who was clutching his hand and crying very sadly, with an expression that was a little confused and at a loss.
He had never received such strange and passionate tears, which made him a little tired and didn't know how to deal with it.
Finally, Xiao Bailiu patted Muke on the shoulder and pushed Muke away who was still wiping tears. He retracted his hand calmly: "She wants to stay here and let me draw a picture for her." My brother, I painted it for her. Maybe I was too focused on painting and didn¡¯t hear you calling me. Now that I¡¯ve finished painting, the teacher is coming over, so let¡¯s go quickly.¡±
Bai Liu endured the corrosive feeling in his internal organs and followed Muke with a very calm expression. Before leaving, he looked back at Liu Jiayi who was sitting on the window sill.
Liu Jiayi raised her head and closed her eyes, bathing in the rising sunlight. Her messy and yellow hair looked like golden threads surrounding her in the sunlight, covering her cheeks and head, like a layer of holiness. With a halo, she leaned peacefully against the window, and her eyelashes were painted with a brilliant gilded color.
Under the golden, hopeful morning light, Liu Jiayi slowly opened her eyes and looked at Bai Liu who looked back at him.
Liu Jiayi turned against the light, her eyes were hazy and pure. This thin and frail little girl was as pure as an angel, and in her hand was a simple drawing that Bai Liu had just drawn for her - Liu Jiayi in the painting. Sitting on the hospital bed, she was completely opposite to her current open look - she was holding her head and curling up under her knees like a fledgling that was afraid of everything. She was wearing a hospital gown that was too wide and holding it tightly in her hands. A white willow-style rag doll whose head was twisted by her at an angle of 180 degrees.
¡¾Why do you want to save me in the future? ¡¿
¡¾I have no idea¡¿
¡¾Then why are you saving me now¡¿
¡¾I don't know either¡¿
¡¾Thenwhat do I look like in your eyes? ¡¿
¡¾Hmmthat's probably what it looks like, can you see it? ¡¿
¡¾Well, my visualization props have expired and are now invisible¡¿
¡¾Then just wait, wait until you can see it again, there will come a day, Liu Jiayi¡¿
A poisoned person and a poisoned person talk very peacefully, and doing bad things is like something that flows in their bones and blood.
They are all born bad children, with no awareness of the seriousness of bad things - they were born in bad things, tortured by bad things, and are numb to and accustomed to bad things.
But because there are people who are willing to do good things to them, unconditionally, and are willing to give them sunshine, temperature and rain that they have never seen before despite suffering, so their plants and flower buds will eventually grow towards a brighter place.