Zhong Mingwei was sitting on that rather rough straw mat, with his head bowed, without saying a word. Ah Chou couldn't see his face, but he could clearly see his two big hands firmly grasping the straw mat. The veins on the back of the hand were all bulging, and the straw mat was fine. They were all scratched by him.
"Zhong Mingwei, you, you, don't be angry," Ah Chou panicked, having been with Zhong Mingwei for so long. Zhong Mingwei had never been angry before, but this time, it was obvious that Zhong Mingwei was angry. Also gave birth to the atmosphere. Ah Chou was so busy that he knelt down on the ground and said at a loss, "Zhong, Zhong Mingwei. I was wrong. I was wrong. Don't be angry, okay? Please, don't be angry..."
Zhong Mingwei clenched his fist even tighter. His nails were digging flesh, but he didn't feel the pain at all. Really, it doesn't hurt at all, because there is a place that hurts a thousand times more than that.
"Zhong Mingwei. I was wrong, I was really wrong..." The blood slowly flowed down the uncomfortable fingers, and fell on the dry yellow straw mat bit by bit. Ah Chou burst into tears in fright. She was so scared, she took out the veil and wanted to wipe Zhong Mingwei's hands, but she didn't dare to move, so she just pinched the cotton veil, whimpered and wanted to cry but didn't dare to say loudly, "Zhong Mingwei, don't be angry Okay? I... I was wrong, I will never make you angry again, please... "
"You go!" After a long time, two words came out of Zhong Mingwei's mouth with difficulty. He still kept his head down, and his whole body was full of terrifying hostility.
Ah Chou's crying stopped immediately, but the teardrops grew bigger. She opened her eyes wide, as if she wanted to hold back the crying, and seemed to be too shocked by what Zhong Mingwei said, so she became hoarse for a long time Said: "You...you let me go?"
"Yes! I let you go!" Zhong Mingwei raised his head suddenly, staring at Ah Chou with scarlet eyes, looking fierce like a Rakshasa, "What kind of life do you live with me, a half-dead paralyzed man? What do you think? What? What exactly are you expecting?! Do you have to risk your life to know what regret is?!"
"I..." Ah Chou's tears burst out like pearls with broken strings, her eyes were blurred, and as soon as she opened her mouth, she couldn't speak anymore.
She doesn't feel wronged, really not wronged, what's wrong with sleeping on a straw mat? Didn't she also survive the days that were ten times more difficult than this? Where is it so delicate
She is sad, distressed, sad, why should she make Zhong Mingwei so angry, distressed for how long he has been sitting on this broken straw mat, and how long has he been guilty and self-blaming, she doesn't feel wronged, but if it falls on On Zhong Mingwei's body, she felt wronged and sad for Zhong Mingwei.
"Let's go," Zhong Mingwei's voice became much lower when he spoke again after the roar just now, not only low, but also piercingly hoarse. He took a deep breath and looked at him with scarlet eyes. Ah Chou, "Let's go, don't come back again, forget about Ning Guta, and also forget..."
"No way!" A Chou wailed, and suddenly wrapped her arms around Zhong Mingwei's neck. She let out her heartache and distress, and tightly wrapped her arms around the man's neck, regardless of tears and snot sticking to the man's neck. "Zhong Mingwei, you can't do this to me! You can't do this to me! You know what I'm planning, and you know what I expect. Zhong Mingwei, don't do this to me! Please, don't do this to me..."
Zhong Mingwei straightened his back, gritted his teeth, and tried hard not to lose control, but the girl was lying on his shoulders, her skinny body was clinging to him, crying As he watched, her ribs hurt his chest, Zhong Mingwei felt the blunt pain in that place, tears could no longer be held back, and they slid down the corners of his eyes, the hands that were clenched into fists gradually eased. Unfolding it, tremblingly encircled the painful girl, and the next second, the crying of the girl in her arms suddenly became louder.