Sir, Please Conduct Yourself

She is now like a plant, can't touch, so there are tottering, look frightening, how dare to reach out to touch.

Xiao Jingye even if again bastard, even if in the weekdays again nerve big, this point of truth is also clear.

He clenched his fingers with all his strength, searched his stomach with all his strength, uttered a few scattered words, and trembled, "Mom, how can you... How can you think that? Do you think it's a strange light rain? "

He Wan'er had no blood on her face, but her words were extremely stubborn and tenacious. She didn't know where the power came from to support her, which made her feel that it should be like that.

She gave Xiao Jingye a blank look. Her eyes were very strange, as if Xiao Jingye had said something incredible.

She said, "I didn't say who was to blame for this, but Xiaoyu is really unlucky for her. This child is not suitable to marry home."

Xiao Jingye couldn't even ask why. The green tendons in his temples were almost all jumping out of the temple by his own instinct. He was very happy to jump across a layer of flesh.

If, according to his usual habits, he heard someone dare to say such words, he would have been taught to be a man with one fist.

But now the person who has said such a thing is his own mother, who is in a very unstable mental state when he just lost his spouse.

Xiao Jingye forcefully pinches his finger, with the back of one hand behind him. The sweat flows out from the gap between the palm and the finger tightly, leaving a trace of different depth at the hem of his wrinkled clothes.

After a long time, he worked hard to organize a sentence, "but... But mom, didn't you like light rain very much before? You also said that Xiaoyu is a good child. She is so good and sensible. How could she... "

He suddenly stopped for a moment, his lower lip was about to be bitten by himself, his brow was twisted deeper, and he continued with difficulty, "how can it be unlucky?"

Bad luck.

God knows how Xiao Jingye calmed down the sudden thunder when he heard such an adjective just now.

But he Wan'er didn't feel the pain that he was about to crush his internal organs in his heart, and didn't feel the pressure that he was trying his best to bear in order not to hurt her. She gently turned her head and said goodbye to him,

"When you first met her, your father didn't like her. I should have thought of that at that time. He has been in bad health since then... Yes, it has been since then... "

As she spoke, her words gradually lost their logic and became her own self talk.

"This child is unlucky... It's all my fault. Why didn't I find that at that time? Your father, he's going to have an accident, it's all because of me! Because of me

All of a sudden, he Wan'er's voice suddenly raised eight degrees, and her warm voice suddenly turned into a sharp knife, which stabbed into the remaining three men's eardrums.

In an instant, Xiao Jingye felt that all the hairs on his body stood up.

He thought it was because he accidentally touched something. He stood up in a panic and held he Wan'er's shoulder. "Mom, what's the matter with you? Is it uncomfortable? Ah? Talk to me

He held he Wan'er's shoulder in fear, but he didn't dare to use his fingers too hard. He was afraid that if he was not careful, he would crush her thin butterfly bone, and all his extra strength would be concentrated on the tip of his fingers.

But he Wan'er didn't seem to hear him at all. Her eyes hung blankly. Her light colored pupils were like two old glass beads, without any expression.

Her eyes seemed to fall somewhere in the air without a clear focus.

Xiao Jingye could only hear her voice piercing her eardrum and breaking into hysteria, just like a traveler struggling with a trapped beast, "... It's all my fault! It's all my fault. I killed him... "