Mrs. Di Shao is abusing the scum again

Chapter 789 I finally woke up
"Then I told you, as a reward, can you wake up?"

"..."

Tang Qixie couldn't lift his spirits up and was in a daze.

Taking a deep breath, he slowly said: "There is a little boy who lives in the castle, but he is not a prince. This little boy is less than three years old, but he lives carefully because his mother doesn't like him, and he Everyone around him didn't like him. He knew he was isolated for as long as he could remember, and that feeling, it was very uncomfortable."

"In the castle, there is another boy who is two or three years older than him, but this boy is different. He lives, just the opposite of the little boy. He has life, material things, affection, and play that little boys don't have. Companion. If he is unhappy, he can beat and scold others at will, and others can only greet him with a smile..."

"The little boy would often lie on the edge of the window, look at the boy playing below, and say he didn't envy him, but he was lying. At that time, he didn't know why others didn't like him. He always felt that he had done something wrong. That's why others treated him like that, and later, he knew..."

"Once, the little boy heard the word father king from the boy's mouth. He came back and asked the maid who took care of him. The maid told him that father king means father."

He went to his mother expectantly and asked, "Mother, where is my father?" ', what answered him was a slap from his mother. "

"That time, he was terrified."

"But every time he heard the boy call his father, he couldn't help but want to call. Once, he bravely followed the boy and called the boy's father, father."

"Do you know what happened?" Tang Qixie asked himself and answered with a self-deprecating smile: "He was beaten again..."

When Tang Qixie said this, he frowned slightly, as if he felt sorry for the little boy who was beaten.

"Then one day, the little boy left with his mother..." Tang Qixie stopped at this point, and looked at Tang Moyun: "I will tell you the rest when you wake up."

"Actually, he was originally a little boy who loved to laugh, and he also had small canine teeth. A maid once told him that people with canine teeth look very good-looking when they smile." Tang Qixie laughed along with him.

Two rows of white teeth are exposed, and the iconic canine tooth is looming between the lips and teeth, looking so naughty.

As he himself said just now: People with canine teeth look particularly good-looking when they smile.

"Since then, he loves to laugh very much. He wants to show his best side to others. He hopes to use his smile to win the favor of others. He hopes that others will like him. He will repeatedly look at himself in the mirror. Practice how to smile the best."

Tang Qixie smiled: "Tell me, is he stupid?"

"Whether you think so or not, anyway, I think he is stupid and stupid."

"Because people who don't like you, no matter how much you smile, let's try to please them, no matter how we try to please them, they won't take a second look at you. In their eyes, no matter what you do, it's all wrong."

Tang Qixie sighed slightly. He sat on the chair and kept looking for topics to talk to Tang Moyun. He didn't talk much, but he insisted on talking non-stop for two hours.

He even repeated the half of the story he just told seven or eight times because he couldn't find a topic to talk about.

And every time, there is no difference. It can be seen that in his heart, some things when he was a child have left him with much influence.

Time passed by every minute and every second, and his voice was so hoarse that it was difficult to speak.

But what was more uncomfortable was his heart.

What a painful thing it is for a person who doesn't like to talk to be forced to speak, but also to suffer tremendous pressure and despair.

If you don't experience it yourself, you really won't understand Tang Qixie's suffering at this moment.

The night was getting deeper and deeper, and Tang Qixie's hope was gradually swallowed by darkness.

He slumped on the chair, his lips were chapped, his throat seemed to be on fire, and he couldn't speak a word.

He looked at the white edge of the bed, motionless...

He just sat there quietly for another two or three hours, as if everything was still.

The door of the ward was pushed open and the nurse came in.

Take out a new potion and put it on again.

"...Sir?" Seeing that Tang Qixie was motionless, not even blinking, the nurse thought he was sleeping with his eyes open.

Tang Qixie's eyelids moved slightly.

"Sir, would you like some water?"

"... Can she still wake up?"

"What did you say? I didn't hear clearly?" The nurse was a little embarrassed.

Tang Qixie's voice changed completely, it was really hard to hear what he said.

"..." Tang Qixie didn't seem to hear what the nurse said, but he didn't seem to have the strength to say it a second time.

Anyway, he didn't answer.

"Sir, your fever hasn't subsided yet. You should go back to your own ward. If you continue like this, your vocal cords will be burned. If... the situation is serious, you may not be able to speak in the future." The nurse advised.

"..."

Seeing that Tang Qixie ignored her, the nurse could only leave.

The ward became quiet again, so quiet that only Tang Qixie's shallow breathing could be heard.

Not long after, the doctor came in.

After another examination, the doctor looked at Tang Qixie who had lost his soul, opened his mouth, hesitant to speak, and finally left the ward without saying anything. This time, he didn't even have words of comfort. Didn't say anything.

After the doctor left, Tang Qixie slowly turned his head and looked at the wall clock on the wall.

He stared at the time for a long time...

However, 24 hours have passed, passed...

Tears flowed uncontrollably again, he looked at Tang Moyun, weeping: "...Are you really not going to wake up?"

His voice was hoarse and ugly, so hoarse, I'm afraid only he himself knew what he was talking about.

"If you don't wake up, what will you ask my brother to do?"

"Be obedient, don't sleep, get up, brother will take you home."

"Go back to the imperial capital, go back to the Tang family. If you don't like the Tang family as much as I do, I will buy you a new house. I will give you whatever you want."

"Wake up, okay..." His eyes were covered with tears, and Tang Moyun's pale face was blurred.

"Brother, please, please wake up."

"Brother, please, stop torturing me." Tang Qixie cried and begged, holding his head, bent down helplessly, and shrunk himself into a ball: "I can't take it anymore, I beg you, I beg you……"

In the ward, his helpless and desperate cries sounded.

"Brother..." A voice sounded so weak that it seemed as if it would be blown away.

However, Tang Qixie, who was immersed in grief and pain and could not extricate himself, did not hear it.

"I beg you to wake up, don't sleep, don't sleep."

(End of this chapter)