break your waist

Li Xingyan's face turned pale.

He squatted down slowly, peeled away the broken pieces of glass, picked up the photo of Aunt Feng and put it gently on his desk, and carefully flattened a small folded corner with his fingers.

"Feng Rui, are you sick?" Li Xingyan turned around, his voice strangely calm, but he looked at Feng Rui with disappointment mixed with suppressed anger.

"That's the photo frame I gave you. I can throw it away if I want." Feng Rui stood up, his expression seemed even more unhappy than Li Xingyan's.

Li Xingyan's lips turned blue-gray with anger, as long as the photo frame is taken away, why should the photos inside be affected.

Why did you throw Aunt Feng to the ground?

Li Xingyan's fist was clenched tighter and tighter, and before Feng Rui could react, he had already raised his fist and swung it up.

Even though he felt that he had exhausted all his strength, hitting someone was still just a lot of thunder and rain.

He hit Feng Rui on the shoulder just now, but Feng Rui didn't even take a step back.

The anger in Li Xingyan's eyes grew stronger, and he concentrated his energy on attacking Feng Rui's face again.

After being hit for the first time, it stands to reason that Feng Rui had already reacted and started to fight back when he was hit for the second time.

But Li Xingyan beat him several times, Feng Rui didn't move, just stared at Li Xingyan, and frowned when he was hit.

boring.

Li Xingyan suddenly felt very boring.

Why not fight back?

He keeps picking things up, isn't it because he doesn't like himself?

Li Xingyan seemed to have been drained of strength suddenly, and his arms fell down feebly.

Feng Rui was really annoying, and Li Xingyan didn't want to see him.

He picked up the photo on the table and disappeared from Feng Rui's sight.

Li Xingyan ran downstairs in one breath, and kept trying to persuade himself to cry, but the tears just didn't obey, like a brook that broke its embankment, flowing non-stop.

He walked along the deserted street, crying so much that his shoulders couldn't help twitching, and the cool wind blew the corner of the boy's white T-shirt.

Li Xingyan held Aunt Feng's photo on the hottest part of his chest, crying and hiccupping one after another.

I don't know how long I walked, and I don't know where I went.

Tired of walking, he sat down on a small stone pier by the side of the road.

Li Xingyan took out his phone and looked. Ji Lang sent him a WeChat message two hours ago: Xiao Xingyan, would you like to tell the teacher about Feng Rui?

After crying too much, my brain hurts, and when the wind blows my brain, I get even more dizzy. Li Xingyan didn't notice that it's two o'clock in the morning, so he sent a message to Ji Lang: It's okay, Teacher Ji.

Normally, Ji Lang would have gone to bed at this point, but just after he sent Ye Musen back home, he received a call from home, saying that his uncle had suffered a cerebral infarction and was sent to the hospital.

In the middle of the night, Ji Lang and his family were guarding outside the operating room, when he suddenly received a message from Li Xingyan, he had an intuition that something might be wrong.

Li Xingyan has always had a very regular schedule. Before Ji Lang heard their roommates laugh at him for getting up at 05:30 every day to eat carrots.

At that time, Li Xingyan also said that he went to bed early and went to bed at ten o'clock in the evening, but he was still replying to messages at this point.