Zhou Mo smiled awkwardly, "Sorry, I forgot."
It's a bit embarrassing and awkward.
The atmosphere fell silent again.
No one spoke.
"Thank you."
Jiang Rao thanked her again.
At least the man in front of him had helped him without any purpose.
There was no trace of calculation in those eyes.
Maybe he shouldn't have been so defensive.
"The first time I discovered I had this disease was when I saw my parents quarreling and smashing everything in the house. I was so scared at the time that I suddenly felt like I couldn't breathe and kept coughing."
He looked up at the ceiling, and his memory suddenly went back to his childhood.
Everyone says he was born with a silver spoon.
You are destined to have no worries about food and clothing since childhood and live a carefree life.
But no one knows.
His parents, who seemed like a loving couple in front of outsiders, were quarreling at home.
Whenever my father comes home, my mother is bound to make a big fuss.
Like crazy, more like an enemy.
They would hurl at each other the most vicious words, using all the strength they could get their hands on to attack the other.
The scary thing is that no matter how much they quarreled that night.
The next day, in front of outsiders, they presented the image of a sweet and loving couple.
When they quarrel, they are careful not to inflict injuries on obvious parts of the body.
This extreme contrast plunged him into endless pain.
The previous second, they were good parents who loved him.
As soon as the camera leaves, the two leave instantly.
He was left there alone to feel a little warmth.
The two emotions kept tearing each other apart.
He would be surrounded by such emotions and suffer terribly.
Every day is painful.
Whenever he opened his eyes, he would panic.
I don’t know what kind of parents I will face.
I even have a hope, how nice it would be if the camera was always there,
This way, he will always have smiling parents.
The imagination is too good.
It is impossible for people to live under the camera forever.
Seeing the disgust in my parents' eyes,
He tried to ease the relationship between the two in some way.
Some small attention-grabbing methods had no effect.
He began to hope that if he got sick, his parents would stop arguing.
Just as imagined.
He seemed really ill.
He couldn't bear to see his parents quarreling, so he huddled in a corner and took deep breaths.
He exhaled rapidly and choked on the air and started coughing.
The coughing became more and more severe.
I wish I could cough out all my internal organs.
My small body cannot bear the pain.
He is in a coma.
When my parents were arguing the most intensely, I fell under the coffee table.
Before he lost consciousness, he vaguely saw his parents forgetting their quarrel and running towards him anxiously.
At that moment he looked relaxed.
I feel like I did the right thing.
It turns out that his illness really can make his parents forget about quarreling.
Then let him continue to be sick.
With this strong thought, his illness became more and more serious.
My parents really don't argue anymore.
Every day I am busy taking him to major hospitals for check-ups.
Looking at those authoritative doctors shaking their heads in distress.
He knew his illness had no cure.
Either good or bad.
At least he could ease the relationship between his parents.
It's okay to keep going like this.
God heard his voice.
There is no cure for his illness.
It also seemed like nothing happened, I just felt uncomfortable at the time and it would be fine after a good night's sleep.
When he went to boarding school, he could no longer pay attention to his parents' actions.
Being young and ignorant, I constantly long for the affection of my family.
As you get older.
Change of concept.
It would be a pain to let two people with different frequencies live under the same roof.
Out of sight, out of mind.
He lives in the school and rarely goes back.
What can I do when I go back? Family affection is very weak in this kind of family.
There is no such thing as missing.
His parents were also mentally tortured by his repeated attacks and were not as loving to him as before.
He didn't want to speculate what his parents were thinking with malice.
There might be a moment when I feel that it would be better if he died than to be such a burden.
What his parents think is no longer important to him.
To prevent his classmates from looking at him strangely.
His illness remained a secret.
Nobody knows.
Every visit to the hospital was done in secret and no one knew about it.
Parents have done a great job in this regard.
After his stay, his mood swings were almost nonexistent and he rarely had any attacks.
He was also able to cope when the attack came.
During the years he has been staying here, he has had only a few attacks.
There have been some errors recently.
The onset of the disease was only a few days apart.
How could it be so fast?
He has always been mindful of his emotions, and there are very few situations that make him angry.
I haven't been too emotional recently.
Why does the disease occur?
Has your body reached its limit?
Jiang Rao had a vague guess in his heart.
He was forced to ignore it.
Briefly describe your medical history over the years.
He said it lightly and didn't take it seriously at all.
Over time, he got used to it.
When you say these things it's like you're telling someone else's story.
It has nothing to do with him.
He didn't care at all.
Unexpectedly, the girl's eyes turned red.
Zhou Mo turned her head away and wiped her tears, not wanting the boy to look at her.
The more lightly you speak, the more suffocating the pain becomes.
She couldn't imagine how the boy had spent all those years growing up.
Her experience is somewhat similar to that of the boys.
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