Paranoia he is a treasure

Chapter 25
Staring at the message on the phone, Wen Luo sighed.

She was also quite lonely in the class. Those girls looked good on the surface, but they were very hypocritical inside. She hated those hypocritical girls and hadn't had much contact with them since the beginning of school.

I don't know why, Wen Luo feels that Yun Nianqing is different from those girls, how do you feel?Like a clean angel, very obedient, very quiet and unaffected.

Especially those clean and clear eyes, as if filled with stars and the sea, very watery.

It is inexplicably full of protective desire.

During the two days of the weekend, Yun Nianqing did not live well.

Saturday night.

She dreamed of the scene where Yan Shuo committed suicide in front of her tombstone again...

Woke up in the middle of the night, as if lying on cotton, unable to exert any strength, had a splitting headache, and was sweating all over.

His face was wet, he might have cried himself.

There was no light in the house, and the wind and rain were blowing outside, and the sound of the wind was like a lion roaring, eroding the girl's heart again and again.

Yun Nianqing curled up on the bed, overwhelmed with grief, powerless, and the pain spread all over his body.

In the room, the girl was crying heartbreakingly.

Outside, the wind is howling.

At one o'clock in the morning, Li Yinhui put down the embroidered shoes in his hand under the urging of his wife again and again.

Zhang Chong was half asleep and half awake, muttering: "What time is it, what's there to embroider on the shoes, turn off the lights and go to sleep, no matter how old you are..."

Although the old man blamed him, his words were full of love for his wife.

Li Yinhui glared at Zhang Chong who was snoring and fell asleep just after he finished speaking, and murmured dissatisfied in his heart: I don't care so much when I'm asleep.

His face was full of happiness.

There was lightning and thunder outside the window, and it was pouring rain. When the curtains were drawn, Li Yinhui looked at the opposite window uneasy.

That silly girl Qingqing should be asleep, the weather is so bad, I don't know if the little girl is afraid or not.

After hesitating for a long time, Li Yinhui made a call.

Called twice, no one answered.

Only then did Li Yinhui draw the curtains with peace of mind, turn off the lights and go to sleep, it seemed that he had gone to bed early in the morning.

In the morning after the rain, the raindrops hang all over the branches, the leaves are greener, the flowers are more colorful, and the appearance is delicate, like a girl who is ashamed to speak.

Li Yin will prepare breakfast, and the old man will go to practice Tai Chi after eating early.

I called Yun Nianqing several times but no one answered.

Thinking that the girl must still be asleep.

After a while, there was still no answer, and Li Yinhui felt a little worried.

After knocking on the door for a long time, there was no movement from inside.

The girl on the bed was wearing light yellow pajamas, her hair was fluffy, her face was haggard, and her face was frighteningly pale.

She was very uncomfortable, so uncomfortable that she was going to die.

Hearing the continuous knocking on the door, she got up in a daze to open the door. She didn't know how long she cried last night. Her eyes hurt so much that she couldn't open them. She opened the door with a hoarse voice: "Grandma Li..."

Seeing the girl's tottering appearance, Li Yinhui quickly reached out to support her: "Oh, you child."

You are so sick, why don't you tell me?How could she bear to blame?
Sin Yo God.

On Monday and Tuesday, Yun Nianqing asked for leave and did not come to school.

Wen Luo didn't have much to do in class, she was really boring.

Tuesday, second class in the afternoon.

The teenager who was sleeping on the table suddenly sat up, made a big movement, and kicked the table he had just climbed over, his face full of hostility.

bad mood.

Huo Angfeng was awakened by the sound, his consciousness was hazy, and he uttered common sayings in a flat tone: "Fuck - trough."

The lecturer was taken aback, and quickly returned to his original state: "Yan Shuo, this is a classroom! If you don't study, there are others who will."

(End of this chapter)