Five years simulation three years first

Yu Shaochun was awakened by a commotion.

Last night at one o'clock in the morning, my grandmother had a successful operation and was transferred to the general ward after her life was out of danger.He woke up at four o'clock in the morning, and spent another night in fear. He relaxed and fell asleep leaning on Feng Zhou's shoulder.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, and saw a woman in a light pink shirt and short skirt hurried past him, muttering non-stop, followed by a tall and thin man and a man with forgiving circles on his head. boys.

Forgive the color boy, it seems a bit familiar, it seems that I have seen it somewhere.

Young Master Yu, who is so forgetful, thought about it for a long time with a splitting headache, but he closed his eyes and wanted to sleep again, but found that the floor was becoming more and more noisy.

Like a family of three, a woman and a man had just left, and a few people came behind and poured into the next ward.

Yu Shaochun thought for a long time before he figured it out - it turned out that Feng Zhou's family had come.

In such an unprepared situation, he met the whole family all over the place, and he felt a little uneasy.

Feng Zhou found a comfortable place for Yu Shaochun to lean on a chair, and then went into the ward to watch over his grandmother, staring at the drip that slowly pushed into his veins all morning, and felt a little sleepy just looking at it.

When he was falling asleep little by little, a shrill voice sounded behind him: "What's the matter, old lady?"

Feng Zhou woke up suddenly, frowned and looked back, seeing the person he least wanted to see.

Li Hui was carrying a small leopard skin bag, her pointed chin slightly raised: "I'm asking you something."

He suppressed his breath: "I fell."

"Does it matter? Can you wake up?" She frowned, "If you can't wake up, let's go through the formalities."

"What procedure?"

Feng Haosi said stammeringly: "Hui'er, we, let's not say such things in the ward, if you want, if..."

Li Hui interrupted him unceremoniously: "Why can't you say such things in the ward? You still want to wait until your sister's family is here? Can you compete with your sister?"

What are you fighting for?Didn't you come to visit your doctor?

Feng Zhouyi's unrested brain couldn't turn around overnight, and he stared blankly at the few "blood related" people in front of him.

After Li Hui reprimanded her husband, she turned around with a bit of aggression: "When will the critical illness notice be issued?"

"There was no critical illness notice," Feng Zhou said, "The operation was a success."

The fat woman next to her who had been silent all this time suddenly said in a hoarse voice: "Then what if I can't wake up again in this life? I read it on the news like this, dragging an old man in a vegetable state to the house. Broken."

Can't wake up again?

Feng Zhou only listened to the first half of the sentence: "If you can't wake up, you will take care of it until you wake up. Otherwise, what should you do?"

Feng Haosi's face turned red and then turned white, and he coughed lightly in embarrassment: "Xiao Zhou, the problem is not this, the problem is the house."

house?

"The old lady can't wake up, and the old man is confused, how will the house be divided?" Li Hui glanced at Feng Zhou pointedly, "I came here today to settle this matter."

"Is this what you came for?"

Li Hui curled her lips and straightened her collar: "What else? It's not bad luck to go to the hospital if you have nothing to do."

"Do you think so too?" Feng Zhou looked at Feng Haosi and asked calmly, "Are you also here to share the house?"

Feng Haosi faltered and glanced at him, not daring to look at him.

"The one lying there is your mother," Feng Zhou said, "Your mother fell down and called you last night, but she didn't answer or pay you. You woke up early today to share the house. You are very filial. ?”

Before Feng Haosi could reply, the woman with a hoarse voice just now continued with a strange ambiguity: "Let me intervene, brother and sister, this house is still unowned, don't act like you're sure of winning."

Li Hui sneered: "That can't be given to your family. Although your mother died early and entrusted your brother and sister to the old lady, they are not biological, so why can't they be left to you?"

The man standing beside him with a hoarse voice chimed in: "Isn't there still your elder sister's family? How about we sell the house directly, send the old man to a nursing home, and distribute the money directly—"

Li Hui raised her voice, spitting wildly: "Smelly shameless don't think about splitting the money. If I sell the house, my family can't lose a penny. Isn't it nonsense not to leave the house to my own son and leave it to you? I will find a lawyer." Okay, just wait downstairs, shall we go to the court to talk?"

"I'm shameless, do you want it?" The hoarse voice was not to be outdone, his face was flushed, the fat on his cheeks was shaking, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead, "You changed the college entrance examination for the elder sister at that time. Does anyone know about the fact that the old lady refused to provide Feng Haosi for your family to go to a vocational high school? Will they let you know the house?"

Feng Haosi seemed to have been poked at the pain point, and he stopped Li Hui with trembling hands: "Hui'er, don't, don't..."

Li Hui didn't even look at him, and slapped Feng Haosi on the face: "You are a worthless wretch, do you look like a man?"

She then stretched out her arms and was about to scratch her hoarse face: "Are you cheap or not? You say all kinds of obscene things? Let's see if I don't tear your cheap mouth!"

The woman with a hoarse voice was tall and thick, and she grabbed Li Hui's big gold chain hanging on her chest without giving up, scratching five red marks on her neck.Li Hui screamed like crazy, swearing nonsense, raising her hand to pick the other person's eyes.

Five or six people were arguing at one another, causing people passing by the door to look sideways.Feng Zhou looked at their ferocious or greedy faces, his eardrums buzzed, as if he couldn't hear a word, but he could hear every word clearly, the blood in the veins in his temples was throbbing, as if Can explode anytime.

The grandma lay quietly beside her. The children who had loved her all her life did not come to see her, but to divide the property. They were worried that if she died, the will would not be made, and the house would fall into the hands of other brothers and sisters.

She wasn't dead yet, she was still in a coma, and couldn't hear the malicious noise around her, but Feng Zhou felt so stuffed up and panicked for some reason, he was so nauseated that he couldn't vomit.

Everyone hopes that grandma will die soon, and it is best to make a will before she dies and sell the house to them.But when she was alive, no one cared whether she was in pain or not, whether she was uncomfortable or not, whether she was alone or not when no one was with her.

It is said that there are no filial sons before the long-term hospital bed, but most of those who were not filial at the beginning did not even pretend to be filial after the accident, and directly revealed their true nature, tearing their faces in the hospital for the so-called "house" and "inheritance".

He suddenly grabbed the glass on the bedside table and knocked hard on the cabinet.The glass shattered, and the shards scattered all over the floor.

A few people were stunned by him and looked over for no reason.

"Is it interesting?" Feng Zhou looked at a circle of relatives with ugly faces, his eyes were red, "Arguing? Keep arguing?"

Li Hui's eyes widened: "What right do you have to control me? What kind of filial piety are you pretending to be? The little bastard is as cheap and disgusting as your mother."

Feng Zhou smiled instead of angry.

He stood up staggeringly, his brain congested, and he felt a little dizzy.

The half-broken glass was held in his hand, and he didn't realize that the protruding glass shards scratched his hand, and slowly approached Li Hui.

"Want money?" he asked.

Li Hui looked at him, feeling a little scared for no reason.

"Want a house?" He turned to ask other relatives.

With a hoarse voice, relying on his large family, he still insisted: "What are you messing around with? Your parents don't come, and you still want to help them rob the house?"

Feng Zhou stared at her for a while, then suddenly smiled gently: "I want to rob the house?"

He slightly raised his trembling hand, and pointed at the adult with a ulterior motive in front of him with a half glass: "I don't want money, and I don't want a house."

The bright red blood flowed from between his fingers drop by drop, and fell on the pure white floor tiles like ominous roses.

The blood is hot, and the young and stubborn Google grows tenaciously under the bright white light inch by inch.

"You can do whatever you want," Feng Zhou said, "Either beat me to death, or I will kill you, I'm not afraid of death, you choose."

His lips trembled slightly, and his red eyes stared unblinkingly at his relatives, as if they were about to bleed.

Having not slept for 24 hours, exhaustion had destroyed Feng Zhou's originally strong psychological defense, not to mention the despair and hatred that had been hovering in his heart.

Li Hui stepped forward bravely, trying to grab his collar.

"Do you think I dare not?" She almost growled, "Do you believe I killed you bastard?"

Feng Zhou replied with a louder voice: "You have the ability to fight, you kill me, you will not get a penny for killing me!"

He threw the half of the glass to the ground, the glass hit the ground, and exploded with a "bang", and then he pushed the empty bottle rack beside him hard, and the toppled rack almost hit Li Hui's head. The empty hanging bottles that were not collected in time were scattered all over the floor.

"Get out!" He shoved Li Hui who was stunned, left a bloody handprint on her clothes, and shouted hoarsely, "Get out! Get out! Get out!"

Li Hui burst into tears, as if she was the one who had been greatly wronged.

The few people who were proud of their victory were instantly lost their momentum by the way he died together. The woman with a hoarse voice snorted coldly, dragged the man beside her, turned around and left in a desperate manner.

Feng Haosi stood where he was, seemed to be frightened, and seemed to realize that he had never understood this taciturn nephew.

He murmured for a moment, then said softly, "Xiao Zhou, I..."

Feng Zhou was annoyed when he saw his face, and didn't want to listen to anyone's words, so he grabbed a glass on the cabinet and threw it at him: "Get lost!"

The glass hit him on the shoulder and shattered at his feet.As if he had just been stung by the fragments, he glanced at Feng Zhou in a panic, then at the old man who was sleeping peacefully on the bed, finally he didn't speak any more, and followed his wife and children out of the ward with his head down.

Yu Shaochun eavesdropped on the whole process outside, feeling aggrieved and angry, but thinking that Feng Zhou was always strong, if he saw this kind of family ugliness, he would feel even more distressed, so he walked around in front of a wall outside in torment, and suddenly Startled by Feng Zhou's shout and the sound of glass breaking, he hurriedly looked towards the ward.

Not long ago, the person who walked with the wind came out with his helmet and armor, and left against the wall.He hurriedly rushed to the door of the ward, and saw Feng Zhou sitting on a chair with his head bowed, in front of him was a pile of shards of glass shining brightly in the sun.

The shards of glass were stained with blood, shocking.

Yu Shaochun's eyes blurred, he felt a little top-heavy, his heart was beating so fast that he could hardly breathe.

He took the broom that came with him in the ward and swept away the broken glass, and slowly squatted in front of Feng Zhou: "They hit you?"

Feng Zhou didn't look at him, shook his head, and dropped his left hand on the side of the chair.

Yu Shaochun seemed to sense it, and went to grab his hand.

Feng Zhou shrank back: "Dirty."

"Not dirty," he coaxed Feng Zhou, "show me."

Feng Zhou looked up at him slightly, his eyes were dark.

Yu Shaochun's heart skipped a beat.

He had never seen such suffocating despair.

The wound on the left hand was in the palm, not deep and not shallow, the blood stained the hand lines red, and there were fine broken glass shards embedded around it, which made people feel distressed.

"Why did you hurt yourself so badly?" He frowned, feeling as if he had been cut, "It hurts so much."

Feng Zhou didn't speak, just kept looking at him quietly, neither sad nor happy.

After a while, he slowly rested his head on his shoulder, completely losing the strength he had just now, and asked in a trembling voice, "Tell me, why do I have to live so hard?"

Yu Shaochun hugged him slowly, and said in a low voice, "It's nothing serious, and there's nothing to be afraid of."

"I am here."

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