Qing Shui and Qing Hu caught up for dinner when they returned to Qing's house, and Qing Yi was about to go find Qing Shui. When he saw Qing Shui come back, he invited Qing Shui and Qing Hu to have dinner. Today is the last day of a month. On the last day of every month, the whole family will be here. Having a meal together and being reunited can be considered as a way to connect with each other.
Qing Luo is at the main table, and at the same table are Qing He, Qing Zi, and Qing Glaze. Next down are the other second generations, and then the third generation, which is a bit chaotic.
Qingzi and Qingglai are able to sit there because of their strength. This is an incentive method implemented by Qingluo. The purpose is to mobilize the aggressiveness of these brats, because sitting at the head table is an honor, and pocket money is also required. Much higher than others.
Qing Shui finished his meal in silence next to Qing Yi. The others were in groups of three or five, with a few people who were quite close together. Qing Shui had always been a lonely person since he was a child. As his mother, Qing Yi But he was helpless.
Qing Yi lamented that three years had made his son become like this. Although he was lonely three years ago, he was not like this. After all, sometimes he could see his childish side, but now he looks nothing like a child. If he continues like this, this child It will collapse. Looking at the lonely little figure walking outside, tears fell from Qing Yi's eyes again.
In three years, I don’t know how many times I have shed tears.
Qing Shui walked out of Qing's house lonely. He had no place to go except to the hillside outside. Once again he came to the place he had been to countless times. Looking at the steep mountains and cliffs in the distance, he even thought about dying. , but he knew he couldn't. Every time he saw the hope in his mother's earnest eyes, he told himself that he must live strong, not for anything else but for that look of hope.
Qing Shui was unwilling to be such a waste. The more he thought about it, the sadder he became. The sadder he felt, the more aggrieved he felt. He felt like he was going crazy. He couldn't help shouting to the sky: "God damn it, I won't admit defeat. You are oppressing me." I, I'm going to turn you around." The childish and unwilling voice sounded far away.
After shouting, Qing Shui ran towards the mountain like crazy. He wanted to run out and vent all the dissatisfaction and anger in his body. Otherwise he felt like he would explode.
But his body did not allow him to do this. He felt suffocated within a few breaths, but he still gritted his teeth and continued rushing towards the mountain as if unconsciously.
Sweat flowed down like a stream, flowing into his eyes and stimulating his nerves and will. That was the result of shortness of breath and pain in the internal organs.
"I won't admit defeat. I want to get stronger, I want to survive..." He ran randomly for an unknown amount of time and finally fell down and fell unconscious.