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Blood, mixed in the water, filled the bathtub and then spilled onto the floor.Like a poisonous snake, it meanders on the ground.

Who's in the bathtub?His complexion was pale, his eyes were closed tightly, and there was no trace of life on his body.

Oh, it's his mother.

Shen Mu was at the door of the bathroom, his face was as pale as his mother's, his hands were clenched into fists, and his whole body was trembling.

Tears fell suddenly without warning, one drop, two drops, three drops.

With despair, and fear.

He should have called and asked for help.

But he understood.

It's useless.

All struggles are in vain.

His mother is dead.

But he still couldn't believe it.

He moved his stiff legs, little by little, to the front of the bathtub.

Hands under her nose, not breathing.It's cold to the touch.

She has been dead for a long time.

And this was exactly what she had been looking forward to for a long time.

He should laugh and bless her.

Thinking of this, Shen Mu slowly curled the corners of his mouth, revealing a smile that was uglier than crying.

At this moment, he suddenly noticed that the corners of his mother's mouth were also slowly raised.

Two people, life and death, are laughing.

The smile reveals despair.

For some reason, Shen Mu suddenly felt cold all over.

Like being blown by the wind.

But isn't he in the bathroom?

Suddenly thinking of something, Shen Mu suddenly opened his eyes.

Sure enough, everything was just a dream.

And he was standing in front of the window at this moment.

Only one step away, he fell into the endless abyss.

is it you?

You want me to go down with you?

It was still night at this moment, but the sky was slightly white, and it was almost dawn.

Shen Mu looked into the distance and closed his eyes.

Hid his sad eyes.

Mother……

He whispered the name he had called for 18 years.

A week is still too short.

So short that he couldn't put it down.

By the way, today should be my mother's first seven days.

I don't know if I will see her.

Shen Mu closed the window, leaned against the glass, and lit a cigarette.

After one is drawn, another is another.

By the time the sun rose from the horizon, it was already a pile of cigarette butts.

There was a sudden knock on the door.

And shouting.

"Brother Mu! Brother Mu, are you at home!"

A puff of smoke that should have been spit out was sucked back immediately, Shen Mu covered his throat and coughed persistently.

What the hell is Brother Mu!

Want to kill that little trouble!

Shen Mu opened the door with anger all over his body, and his movements were so loud that he wanted to pull the door off the frame: "Today is Wednesday! What the hell are you doing here again!"

"Bring you breakfast, Brother Mu." Anyang said with a smile, and at the same time mentioned the Roujiamo and soy milk that he bought, "Brother Mu, if you don't eat well, your stomach will not be able to take it."

"Are you sick? And don't call me Brother Mu, just call me Shen Mu." Shen Mu rolled his eyes, and looked at Anyang with a mentally retarded expression, "Tell me why you came here today. Are you going to class?"

"Come on. Hehehe, I actually just want to see if you're back." Anyang smiled and explained, "I came to look for you after class on Sunday, but you weren't here. Your neighbor doesn't know where you went, I had no choice but to come over every day to see if you came back. After all, didn't the teacher ask me to give you tutoring, and I always have to fulfill my own responsibilities!"

Listening to Anyang's nonsense, Shen Mu rolled his eyes again, and finally decided not to expose his pettiness.

"Okay, I'll take the breakfast and go to school." After finishing speaking, Shen Mu snatched the rougamo and soy milk from Anyang's hand, and then slammed the door, shutting Anyang who was still foolishly happy.

Wandering back to the bedroom while eating, put the soy milk on the bedside, turned on the mobile phone to connect to the Internet, and then the WeChat message notification sounded like an explosion.

It was all sent by Ling Zimo's stupid thing.

Shen Mu didn't bother to scroll up, so he typed directly: "Did you take aphrodisiacs last night? You came here to harass your grandpa because no one helped you relieve the fire?"

There was a message soon.

"You wake up so early."

"Otherwise? Do you think that everyone is like you, sleeping like a pig 'sunset' and resurgent?"

"Tsk Shen Xiaomu, are you so angry this morning?"

"Hehe, it's Grandpa."

"Hey grandson."

"Stupid."

After Shen Mu replied those two words, he quit WeChat, turned off the internet, and concentrated on eating.

He didn't know why, but whenever he saw Ling Zimo, he just wanted to hate him.

Maybe Ling Zimo is poisonous.

But after the quarrel between Anyang and Ling Zimo, he felt much better.

Shen Mu drank the last sip of soy milk, and then threw it in the direction of the trash can.

in.

Awesome.

Shen Mu thought in his heart.

It’s over.

Suddenly, I became more and more mentally retarded.

Suddenly realizing what he was doing, Shen Mu couldn't help covering his face with his hands silently.

It must have been infected by those two.

Ugh.

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