I was about to shout again, a big wave came, and I was photographed underwater. The bubbles were spit out in my mouth, and I tried to support the small body of ingot, until the air in the lungs was a little bit used.

The seawater rushed into the nose, and in the suffocation, my body began to sink.

The sight was getting more and more blurred. Looking at the lights that passed through the sea, I don't know if it was a stimulus of hypoxia. The brain suddenly exploded as painful, and then ... I remembered everything.

Those memories I forgot, the lost, and the remains of the remains belonged to their positions.

Chapter 55 I always watch them in the distance

It is not accurate to restore memory, it is more like a life of life.

At the age of four, my mother took me into the musical instrument and bought the first child 10/1 cello. Since then, I have completely associated with the cello. It has become my hobby and my profession.

At the age of eight, the family changed dramatically. To say that before the age of eight, my life was Yan Mu's father and family happy. After eight years old, it was a complete subversion.

I remember having dinner that day, I was doing homework, and my family was rang. My mother picked up for a few minutes, and nothing had to do with me. She panicked out of the door with a big belly, and even on the stove even stewed the soup prepared for my dad.

After I finished my homework by myself, I was afraid to sleep, turned on the lights at home, and went home to sleep in the sound of TV in the living room.

At about 1 am, my mother dragged her tired body into the house.

When I heard the sound rubbing my eyes, I got up from the sofa, and the words "Thank you for watching" on the TV screen. My mother put down the key like a wandering soul, and sat on the sofa opposite me, and her face seemed to be ten years old in just a few hours.

She was holding her back, staring at the coffee table, except for the normal fluctuations in her chest, even her eyes rarely blinked.

I don't know what happened, but how much she panicked like this. I climbed down the sofa and carefully approached her and asked her what happened.

She looked up slowly, looking at me for a long time, and the arm hugged me into her arms. From the sobbing of the forbearance, to the crying no matter how she was crying, it was eight years old. I was still watching her crying like that for the first time.

I always remember that when my mother was promoted to produce in the delivery room, I was sitting alone in the empty hospital corridor. The kind of loneliness, fear, and the "cold" felt in my heart, and even summer.

In the next few years, my mother tried her best to raise me and my younger sister. When the most hard work, a few people worked alone and could fall asleep when they were tired of cooking.

In order to learn the cello and learn to dance, she completely gave up her life. She made money throughout the day. The heavy pressure of life destroyed her, making her breathing. She did love us very much, but she was really trapped by us.

I thought that she later believed in religion because she needed a "support", otherwise such an hopeless life really made her support.

At the age of fifteen, I obeyed my mother's arrangement and successfully admitted to Honggao, and became one of the many freshmen in high school.

The school is very good. The distance from several buss in my house is not far away, but there are high schools with poor reviews next door. My mother was quite worried about this and warned me specifically that I was far away from those people and should not be broken.

"Those who like to fight and make troubles, and those who have cigarettes in their mouths all day long, are not 'students'. Which students don't learn to specialize in gangsters? Ji Ning, you must not be friends with that kind of people.,do you know?"

My mother was dying to me, and I agreed, but felt that she was too exaggerated. Even if I want to be broken, how can I contact this kind of person? The Hong executives are so strict. Do n’t want to go out when you enter the school gate when you enter the school gate. Do you still go over the wall and become friends with me?

The corners of the eyes were sticked, and the corner of the mouth was bruised. Ran Qingzhuang stared at the ground with his eyes, leaning on the wall without any positive shape. People passing by the door of the office will look at him involuntarily. He doesn't care, always maintains a posture and letters.

When I saw him at first glance, I unconsciously flashed my mother's words. This is probably the kind of person who must not be friends in her mouth?

"Is he fighting with the people in the South?"

Looking back, I continued to go forward. After the two girls in front, they just heard them talk about the topic about Ran Qingzhuang.

"Teacher Liu had a headache to death. He seemed to be a grandma at home and couldn't control him."

"He looks so fierce. If you are fine in the future, you still stay away from him. Who knows if he suddenly becomes nervous?"

"I think he really entered the wrong school, and it should be right next door."

"Then his grades are still very good, otherwise Teacher Liu will not have a headache ..."

I turned around and parted ways with them, gradually getting farther away.

After a few days, I looked down from the window and just saw the "fierce" one. I do n’t know when I would "become nervous" "violent madness" holding a broom to play "tug of war" with the little black dog.

This is a semester.

I can't tell when it started, maybe when I saw him playing with Little Black with a gentle face; maybe when he ran into the rain alone and left my umbrella with me, maybe when he pushed me away, himself.When I was injured by a prop; or maybe he could hear my injury just from the sound of the piano... that time.

My heart fell a little bit, and was occupied by unknown strange emotions, and my fool, at the beginning, even used it as a "friendship" for Ran Qingzhuang.

Knowing that he often had low blood sugar because he had no time to eat breakfast, I started to send him breakfast secretly every day.

After leaving the school after practicing the piano, I will put the breakfast packed in my schoolbag in his locker. The locker stands against the corridor against the wall. His cabinet never locks, and there are only some books in it, which is messy.

There are two red bean bread, a box of breakfast milk, and a signed biscuit in the breakfast bag. At that time, my mother would go to the night market to set up a stall to sell snacks. The things were ready at home. I took one more, and my mother only wanted to eat when I was practicing the piano.