Inhibition Marking Committee

Huan Xiubai felt that his blood was coagulating bit by bit.

Xi Mohui's prayer was close to his ears: "Mother, I am also your son."

Xi Min's tone was too calm, seeming unreasonable: "It is precisely because he is my son that he cannot drag on such a hindering disease and live forever."

"I will take the medicine on time, as long as I take the medicine, I will be fine, mother, you know." Simo's voice gradually lowered, and he seemed to understand clearly that no matter how many times this scene recurs in the nightmare, the struggle is all In vain.

The doomed ending is bound to happen.

"There will always be a day when you forget to take your medicine." Xi Min said slowly.

"This is just an excuse for you to exercise your power!" Xi Mohui suddenly choked.

Xi's father was furious: "Are you going to neglect your mother's painstaking efforts again!"

Xi Mo shook his head in a daze: "I didn't..."

"Yuelan, you don't need to be so harsh, just feed the medicine." Xi Min stopped turning the bracelet, and looked up at him quietly.

Du Yuelan turned sideways slightly, supported his wife's arm and asked her to sit down, allowing Huan Xiubai to see the man's face through the dim light in the hall.

He doesn't look so young. Compared with Xi Mohui and Xi Mozhi, he looks more like a calm elder brother.Although his voice is a little hoarse, he sounds like a middle-aged man, and on the surface he is no more than 30 years old at most.The appearance is sharp and handsome, but it is obvious that Mo Hui's gentle and beautiful appearance is more inherited from his mother.Xi Mohui only looks a little like him. When they are not talking, the elegant temperament of the two father and son is almost the same.

Xi Min sat upright in the middle of the wide high chair, not looking around, only resting his hand lightly on the left armrest, Huan Xiubai could only see her meticulously pulling her hair.

Xi Min slightly raised his right hand, and Du Yuelan said to the waiting doctors, "How many times do you take the medicine?"

"Several times are fine, it's better to finish it once."

Finished? !Is this what a doctor can say?Huan Xiubai couldn't listen anymore, he struggled around on the small edge, hung himself in front of the window with a rope, picked up his gun, and fired at the nearby wall without hesitation.

At such a short distance, if the ammunition was reflected back, it would be able to smash himself into a sieve in an instant.He pressed himself against the wall, only to find that there was not even a single shot fired.

Huan Xiubai suppressed his breath in a low voice, and took a look with his head. The sound of the gun seemed to be sucked in by the thick fog, and no one cast even a suspicious look at the window because of the loud noise.

He squinted his eyes and looked at the wall, which was as flat as before the gunshot. The bullets from the shotgun hit the wall without leaving a trace, like a snowflake melting into the lake.

It should be the defensive barrier of Xi's mansion——

Huan Xiubai quickly attributed the weirdness to this.

However, what Huan Xiubai has not yet realized is that the owner of this play has a strong sense of ensuring that its plot can be progressed smoothly and cannot be interrupted midway.He confessed himself and unraveled his heart, because he subconsciously wanted this man to watch and accompany him when he was suffering.

Huan Xiubai punched the empty window, his fist sank into invisible softness, making it difficult to move any further. "Damn it!" He yelled angrily in a low voice, urgent and sad, his beloved was victimized in front of him, but he was helpless, he was blocked outside and could only watch it happen.

How pale his promises now seem.

Huan Xiubai, you are really overthinking yourself.

He moved to the window and was in a precarious situation. If he was not careful, he would fall into the cold spring and die.But what could be more important than Xi Mohui?He couldn't rush in to stop it, no matter how painful it was, he still had to open his blood-red eyes wide, stand at this window, and see everything in his eyes.

Xi Mo's pain and abuse, he had to see clearly frame by frame, and then caressed back one by one; he had to remember the faces of the perpetrators one by one, and take revenge one by one!

The bloodshot eyes of the foreigner were tearing apart, he almost lost the ability to breathe, and some images that he could not see from this angle also rushed into his mind violently, setting off a huge wave, shaking him cold all over, I can't feel my own existence.

Huan Xiubai turned into a sculpture, standing stiffly in front of the window where the wind and snow were whistling.

The hem of the doctor's white robe was dark yellow, and the medicinal juice in the jar exuded an unbearable smell, and just smelling it made one feel sick.Turning away from the window and walking to the brightly lit place, the executioner's face is unclear, and the white lapel of the coat is getting closer and closer.

He wanted to stand up, his stretched and soft brows were frowned, the corners of his mouth were straightened, and the pupils of the eyes that had been kissed by Huan Xiu Baizhen sorely constricted.One hand, two hands, and three hands firmly held him down. He staggered and knelt on the ground, his jaw was grabbed, and he forced his mouth open. The mouth of the medicine jar was as cold and rough as he remembered. , His lips seem to be scratched, but they don't seem to, who knows?

No one cares about this.

The taste of the soup was strange and sticky to his tongue, gums, and throat. It would remain in his memory forever and could never be washed away.

"I don't want to drink..."

"I don't want to drink..."

He could no longer recognize human faces, and he was begging helplessly to everyone around him.Every time he said a word, the medicine jar tilted a little bit, and more medicine was poured into his throat and into his stomach.He didn't have time to swallow, so he coughed and choked out, the coating on his tongue was so painful, the medicine flowed out onto the front of his front, and his beautiful robe was polluted and no longer beautiful.

"Brother, drink it, you will be saved if you drink it, and you will be cured!"

"We're all for your own good."

"You are my child, you cannot be a defective child, don't let me and your mother's expectations down."

Simo opened his eyes blankly, the ceiling slowly rotated in front of him, he grinned, and more medicine spilled out, he coughed violently, fell to the ground with his hands on his chest, his long hair blocked him He smiled under his long hair: "Ha... ha ha... drink it and you'll be fine... drink it... drink it... for my own good, for my own good!"

That scary little jar seemed to be filled with an endless sea, and he was vaguely conscious, and he didn't know how long it had passed, nor how much medicine he drank.

The effect of the medicine was strong and took effect quickly. He was in the flames for a while, and fell into the ice cellar for a while.He heard the comforting talk of his mother and father, his brother's sigh of relief, and the sound of the medicine jar being emptied.

I just didn't hear even a word of warm comfort.

Is there anyone who can come... Is there anyone who can come and save him?

Whether it's pretending or cheating, who can save him?

He finally ran out of medicine, and Huan Xiubai's blood also ran out.

At this time, a burst of gunshots came late.Everyone in the room looked out the window vigilantly, but there was no Huan Xiubai in their eyes, as if the man was not there at all, holding a gun.

As if the theater had ended, the heavy velvet curtain fell down, and the Xi family discussed going out to check the situation. After a few breaths, there was only one person left in the room.

Huan Xiubai's stagnant blood slowly began to circulate again.With stiff hands and feet, he climbed onto the windowsill and fell into the house.This time there was no invisible wall to stop him, the shot/shot/gun was too heavy, and it slid off the window, plopping and hailstorming into the cold spring.

He felt that his hands and feet were no longer his own.The room was silent, Huan Xiubai staggered and walked over to Xi Mohui's side.He was lying on his side on the ground, motionless, like a stranded mermaid, with long black hair messily spread all over his body, and his breathing was so light that it was almost imperceptible.

Huan Xiubai knelt down in front of him.The man picked him up, looked around helplessly, opened his mouth to make a sound, but there was something stuck in his throat, and the trachea was bleeding from pain, and he could only force out a meaningless "ah... ..."

He knelt and hugged Xi Mo back on his knees. This man who had gone through hardships and was as stable as a mountain trembled all over his body. His steel-like body and mind seemed to be crushed by a machine, and it was completely shattered.He looked at his lover who was playing with him in the rain a few hours ago, shivering weakly. Before he had time to dry his long hair, it was in his hands, strand by strand, inch by inch, becoming pale and white.

His silver hair turned out to be like this.

Once upon a time, the young beauty leaned against the window under the setting sun and told him lightly——

Hair turns gray through certain things.

Huan Xiubai once praised that the silver hair he loved was formed after soaking in the bloody reality and fading.

Huan Xiubai's heart ached to death.

A hand tremblingly lifted from his arms and touched his cheekbones. Simo panted back on his knees, his fingertips moved weakly on his cheeks, and a hoarse chuckle emerged from the white hair. The next one came out: "Why...you have an eye disease again."

Huan Xiubai gently brushed his long hair behind his ears, and Xi Mohui's cloudy eyes were fixed on him.

"I'm not going to die... cough cough, it's just medicine, I've drank it many times... I'll drink it all my life, I can't hide it..." He turned his face to the inside, his lips barely moving.

Huan Xiubai held his slipping hand and hugged him even tighter.

"I," the man gasped deeply, before he could swallow the sourness overflowing his throat, "I'm here to save you."

Simo's shortness of breath and rapid heartbeat, he didn't know if this was the effect of the medicine, or some other new side effect, which had never happened before.

He carefully stuffed the things hidden in the sleeves into the man's rough palm, and said to him with a gentle smile, "You... put it on for me again."

After a long time, he heard the man's broken voice: "Okay..."

He is satisfied.The man's hand used to hold the gun was once so steady and powerful, but it was so carefully and pitifully trembling when he fiddled with his hair. Sorrow and doting.

"Okay..." Huan Xiubai bent down, hugged his neck, buried him in his silver hair, and said with a sob: "It's ready, it looks good, you look good no matter what."

"Does it look good with white hair?"

"nice."

Simo bit his lips back, hooked the honest man's neck with his forearm, and his young back was bent because of the pain.

"It looks good because I'm young."

Huan Xiubai hastily denied it: "No, you look good when you're old."

"That's unlikely."

They enjoyed a brief moment of tenderness, temporarily forgetting where they were.Until the clear birdsong sounded outside the window, piercing through the white mist, Huan Xiubai seemed to wake up suddenly, helped him to stand up, and squatted in front of him: "Come up, let's get out of here."

Seeing the soreness in his knees, Xi Mo stared at Huan Xiubai's low back and said, "You can't carry mine."

Huan Xiubai looked back, his eyes were red: "If you can't recite, you have to recite!"

Simo rubbed his curled fingers against his palm, feeling a slight itch, "Okay," he agreed.

Huan Xiubai finally carried him on his back and walked out of the room.

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Wow, I'm crying, beautiful, so pitiful, my heart aches so badly (although in reality he didn't suffer such a serious crime, and his parents weren't so indifferent, but it also left a psychological shadow)

We Huanhuan cubs are real men!Instead of escaping the pain, he stood at the window and forced himself to watch, no matter how painful it was, endured it, and was tortured with Meimei.

It is true that Xiaomei’s hair turned white because of the medicine. This is considered a medical malpractice. In reality, the parents blamed themselves very much after the incident. They felt sorry for the child and actively compensated for it.

But beautiful allergies are really going to be okay, everything will be fine.

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Thanks to the fairy godmothers for not killing (I was chased and beaten into a swollen fish. I will send sugar soon, give me a chance (wipe my tears and hug my thighs)

Thanks to the little angels who voted [Landmine]: Wanzi is very happy, sysy, Shuoaizhehua, Yunfei, Jiujiu, sweet wine and fruit milk sauce, 1 piece of water moon ripples;

Thanks to the little angel who irrigated [nutrient solution]:

Eleven Cherish 10 bottles;