Mr. Rebirth hold hands

Qin Huanlang suffered from insomnia again.

He sat on the chair, resting his forehead with one hand, and gently clasped the armrest of the chair with the other.

I couldn't sleep all day and all night, and when I closed my eyes, I seemed to be able to see those people yelling in front of me.

Dim light, confined space, outside a small gap, a naked man and a woman are having sex, the sound of body bumping and slapping, the roar of lust, and the man whispering like love words in the teasing laughter.

"If it wasn't for him, I could marry you. How could I have been born in the first place?"

The man's words lingered in his ears, his voice seemed to have a texture, sticky like half-coagulated blood.

Qin Huanlang closed his eyes.The man lying on the bed turned into a well-dressed woman, and suddenly turned around, crying and strangling her neck, tears streaming down her face, crying so much that it rained like pear blossoms.

It was getting harder to breathe, and my lungs felt hot.

"It's all you! Why did you have to be born! You deserve to die!"

Qin Huanlang clenched his right hand into a fist, and tapped his forehead three times with his left hand holding his forehead. He opened his mouth, inhaled and exhaled forcefully.

It's all over, it's an illusion...

"You're a bastard! You know that? No one wants you poor bastard!"

The man's arrogant laughter was so piercing that Qin Huanlang opened his eyes suddenly, and slowly lowered the hand holding his forehead, and his clenched right hand began to tap rhythmically "buckle, buckle, buckle, buckle".

There was a white light in front of my eyes, and the picture was fast forwarding like a revolving lantern. My father's indifferent face, my mother's crying eyes, and all kinds of ridicule lingering in my ears, came like a tide.

"Poor bastard."

"Rubbish!"

"extra!"

"Your grandpa is dead!"

Shut up, shut up, shut up all of you...

Qin Huanlang felt his eyes spinning, the noisy voice turned into a strange and sharp howl, and then he couldn't hear anything, only the beating of his own heart.

Thump, boom, boom.

Qin Huanlang closed his eyes and clenched his fists tightly.The tingling pain from his palm slowly awakened his sanity.

With a sob of pain, he opened his eyes.

There are still dots of white light in front of my eyes, and my ears are still buzzing.Only the tingle in the hand is so clear and real.

I'm still alive...

Turning his head to look at his right hand, the wound burst open again, and blood was faintly oozing from the gauze.

The finger bitten by a child should have healed a long time ago, but the wound I have burst open again and again has not healed yet.

Qin Huanlang knew that his current situation was very bad.From the second month after rebirth.

A sense of burnout that never goes away, and sometimes I want to commit suicide while sitting.

The memory is getting worse and worse, and hallucinations have begun to appear non-stop.

Auditory hallucinations, hallucinations, uncontrollable suicidal urges, and increasingly involuntary violent tendencies.I am collapsing.

My whole person fell into a strange state of mind.Know what is right and what is wrong, but have no direct perception.The world he saw seemed to be separated by a layer of membrane, without any sense of reality.

Qin Huanlang slammed his hands on the handrail again and again, blood splashed out, and he didn't even move his eyebrows.

It's not that he can't feel the pain, only this kind of self-harm makes him feel alive.

Secretary Qin was outside the door, listening to the knocking sound in the room, and took out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat off his forehead.He raised his wrist to check the time, at least eight hours...

Suddenly, the knocking sound stopped, Secretary Qin turned his head, and sure enough, he saw Mr. Qin standing up at the end of the corridor with a nervous expression on his face.

The door opened slightly, and Qin Huanlang walked out with a pale face and blood dripping from his hands.

"grandfather."

He turned his head and looked at the old man who had aged too much in just two years, and smiled with the corners of his mouth pulled.

"Grandpa, please find a doctor. I... can't find the meaning of life..."

After Qin Huanlang finished speaking, he knelt down straight, someone was screaming next to his ear, and someone was pulling him, but it was like a layer of thick mucus, so there was no sense of reality.

It's all blurry, and the sound and picture are mixed together.This hypocritical world...

Qin Huanlang was panting, suddenly, it seemed that someone held his hand.

"..."

What did you say?I can not hear clearly……

Small, warm... and then the child's red eyes, tears that kept falling.

"Yang..."

Secretary Qin fed the medicine into Qin Huanlang's mouth, and tried his best to give him CPR to help him breathe. Grandpa Qin was in tears. Seeing his little grandson's mouth move slightly, he quickly bent down to listen.

"Father?"

"Sheep? What sheep?"

Secretary Qin watched Qin Huanlang begin to breathe, and raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve.

"Oh, sheep? Yang Yang? This time we met a child, the young master seems a little interested."

Mr. Qin stretched out his hand to touch his grandson's pale face, his whole body was trembling.

"Go and check the child's information - I want to find, the best doctor, my poor little Liu, my little Liu, grandpa will not give up on you..."

Chinese people can accept many foreign things, but they have an indescribable resistance to psychiatrists and mental illness.

I always feel that mental illness equals neuropathy equals abnormal people and fools.

Elder Qin hunched over, watching Secretary Qin carry his little grandson back to the bed, trembling as he walked.

After calling his eldest son, Mr. Qin has returned to his usual seriousness and stability.

It is not Qin Bailun's style to give up lightly, let alone his grandson's style.

Yang Yang slept until midnight, then woke up suddenly, staring at his eyes for a while before recovering, he fumbled for his shoes and prepared to drink some water.

The moonlight shines in from the window, and the campus at night is so quiet that it is unreal.

The wind passes through the treetops, bringing the coldness of the night.Tonight is the fifteenth day, and the moon is so big that it seems to be right in front of us.

Yang Yang pushed open the window and stretched out his hand to the moonlight.

The moonlight water bamboo, like sweet candy, falls on the roof and falls on the palm of the hand—but it can't be caught no matter what.

Yang Yang sometimes wakes up suddenly like this, and then feels dazed.Although life is getting better, but in the middle of the night, I also feel extremely lonely.It seems that something important has been lost, and I can't find it no matter what. I miss it quietly at night.

Squinting his eyes, pretending to be surrounded by moonlight, Yang Yang sighed.This kind of dissatisfaction from the bottom of my heart is typical, and my heart is not enough.

When you don't have it, you want it, and when you have it, you want it extravagantly. You always feel that it is not enough, and you want too much.

Is there anyone in the future who is willing to hold my hand and walk with me?

Maybe it was because he woke up in the middle of the night the night before and hurt the spring and the autumn, but the next day Yang Yang felt a little top-heavy, holding hot water and drinking non-stop.

It's been more than a month since school started, and the time flies. The children are always full of enthusiasm, discovering new things and getting in touch with new people.

Yang Yang is already used to the sudden increase in subjects in junior high school, and he is also familiar with his classmates, who can call each other by name.

Yang Yang is a fast learner and has a good personality. What is rare is that he can copy notes concisely and grasp the key points. Some students who are still confused in class can get patient answers when they ask for advice after class, which instantly gives him a lot of points.

As for the small members of the small circle... Yang Yang said that it is not as important as studying and working!

Sitting sleepy in his seat, Yang Yang rubbed his eyes.Teacher Xu finally appeared at the door of the classroom with a very surprised expression on his face.

"Yang Yang, would you like to come to the teaching office?"

There was a small cry from the classmates, Yang Yang stood up, smiled at Zhao Xinxin who was looking at him worriedly, and went out to follow Teacher Xu.

"Teacher, what's wrong?"

Teacher Xu didn't hold back, with a look of disbelief and surprise.

"Yang Yang, you are so lucky! Just now Principal Lu came to me and said that there is a student aid activity initiated by a big entrepreneur. I didn't expect to give us a school place, and I didn't expect to name you to help you!"

"name?"

Yang Yang was stunned, and began to try hard to recall in his previous life whether there was a strange organization that miraculously organized student aid to collect students and destroy world peace—stop it.In his previous life, he remembered the Hope Project, and the Chinese Bone Marrow Bank of the Red Cross. Yang Yang didn't even think about other charities when he went to the teaching office.

Principal Lu was sitting on a chair, holding a stack of materials and looking at them, when he saw Yang Yang waved quickly.

Yang Yang stepped forward and saw the words Wanxi Group.

"Yang Yang, this is a student aid activity initiated by Wanxi Group across the country - we don't know what his selection criteria are, the teachers have seen it, this activity is this - initiated by Wanxi Group, different ages limit."

Principal Lu spread out a red invitation card in his hand, and looked at it with Yang Yang, "It says here that we will pay the recipient's tuition and miscellaneous fees every year, and promise to provide living expenses of [-] yuan per month until the recipient's studies are over, or there is The event has been notarized, no follow-up fees will be charged, and no unequal agreement will be signed with the recipient.”

Principal Lu touched his bald head: "This is a big cake that fell from the sky! It was named to help you! Is Xiao Yang happy?"

Yang Yang was embarrassed, there is such a good thing!I don't know who runs this business!Are there any super nice people!It was a lifesaver!

"Principal, such a good event...is it alright for me?"

Happy to happy, Yang Yang considered it for a while, and then asked, Principal Lu narrowed his eyes and smiled meaningfully.

"Student Xiao Yang, don't worry. There are three student quotas. They are selected randomly from impoverished students in our county, and the company makes a list to designate them. If you are selected and your name is written, you will be the beneficiary of this event. Whatever anyone says, don’t worry about it. This is a decision made by their own companies, and our school and even our Education Bureau are not qualified to intervene.”

Principal Lu patted Yang Yang on the shoulder and signaled him to sit down: "I called you here today to give you the passbook and these things, please put them away carefully—why are your eyes a little red?"

Yang Yang took the big envelope and rubbed his nose: "It seemed a little cold last night."

Principal Lu put his hand on his forehead: "Silly boy, you have a fever."

Teacher Xu came over, knelt down and gently touched Yang Yang's forehead with his forehead, took the student aid materials with one hand, and hugged Yang Yang with the other.

"The teacher took you to the infirmary. This child doesn't say anything when he has a fever. Fortunately, he has this bursary. He is still a little older. Do you know that he will eat more good food in the future?"

There are more than 30 people in the two lifetimes. For the first time, Yang Yang couldn't help being shy when he was hugged by a young woman so tenderly and closely.Carefully resting his head on the teacher's shoulder, he rubbed the envelope with both hands.

"Teacher, can I write to this group? Their activities are very helpful to me."

"Okay, Yang Yang, you have to study hard and be a person who can help others in the future."

"it is good."