I have been imagining an ending. If you don’t bring it in life, you won’t bring it in death. You can believe that that is the most beautiful lie in the world. - "Mom..." Confusion flashed across Zhezhe’s innocent little face.
, Bai Xinhui's frightened face was reflected in her clear eyes. Her chubby little body stood in front of Bai Xinhui who fell to the ground, scratching her head in confusion, "Why did mom let Zhezhe go? Mom doesn't like Zhezhe."
"?" His little fingers scratched the seeds on his head, as if thinking.
"Yes, go away, go away, you will never appear in front of me again!" Bai Xinhui waved her hands and blocked her eyes, not even daring to look at Zhezhe. The slightly flat nose bridge, the gradually growing
Her little face was constantly poking the wounds she was trying so hard to heal.
"Mom..." Zhezhe stood there helplessly, and his little mouth gradually became flat, "Why doesn't mom like Zhezhe? Did Zhezhe do something wrong? Zhezhe is very well-behaved, as is the teacher.
It is said that Zhezhe is very good, but Zhezhe did not disobey mommy..."
Hearing this, Bai Xinhui's eyes bulged with anger. She pointed at the little man in front of her, stretched out her hand and pushed him over, "Go away! You idiot, you retarded! I, Bai Xinhui, don't have a son like you, how could I do this?"
If I give birth to a son like you, you are not my son, you are not my son, you are not!..." In anger, she grabbed the crystal jewelry on the bedside and threw it towards Zhezhe.
Zhezhe had just been pushed to the ground by Bai Xinhui. Before he could cry, a crystal ornament was thrown towards the little man.
With a "bang" sound, the crystal jewelry fell to the ground and broke into pieces. Along with the crystal, came the sound of Zhezhe crying loudly.
"Wow -" Two lines of scarlet blood dripped from Zhezhe's nostrils and fell into the little man's mouth.
Unable to bear the pain, Zhezhe opened his mouth and burst into tears.
"Wow..." Zhezhe, who has not yet grown up, cries, accompanied by the heart-wrenching cry of a child, which hurts the heart and lungs.
Bai Xinhui also felt something was wrong. She raised her head and took a closer look. She saw two lines of red liquid sliding down her son's nostrils, and she suddenly panicked.
Just as she was about to stand up, the door to the room had been pushed open. The housekeeper heard Zhezhe's cry and rushed in in a panic. "Ah, madam!" Before she could exclaim, she was struck by Zhezhe under the bridge of his nose.
Those two lines of liquid frightened me.
"Ah, young master, how could this happen?" She hurriedly turned around and pulled out a large pack of tissues, wiping the red liquid under Zhezhe's nostrils one after another. She picked up Zhezhe and coaxed softly, "young master.
Be good, it doesn’t hurt, it doesn’t hurt!”
The white paper towel suddenly turned red. No matter how I wiped it, the red blood couldn't stop flowing down.
It's like a faucet. Once the switch is turned on, the flow of blood will roll down and never stop.
Bai Xinhui's legs and feet were weak, her eyes were open, and she almost didn't know where to put her hands and feet. "Zhezhe..." Her breathing sounded loose, as if she didn't know how she could hit her with this blow.
On the bridge of my son's nose, he is still so small...
"No matter what I do, I can't stop!" The housekeeper's hands and feet began to feel cold, "Wow wow wow, Zhezhe hurts so much," Zhezhe continued to cry, tears falling down his eyes, and the ones under the bridge of his nose.
The blood mixed together, and for a moment, the clear tears turned turbid again.
The housekeeper immediately picked up Zhezhe and pushed the door out, murmuring, "By the way, go find sir, he will definitely be able to do something about it. There's so much blood, he has to be sent to the hospital, he has to be sent to the hospital!"
As soon as she opened the door and walked out, she was surrounded by a wall of people.
She raised her head in panic, and saw Bai Xinhui's shaking face right in front of her, "I can't, I can't tell you, I can't..." There was a look of great panic on her face, and she held her hands on both sides of the door, blocking it.
followed the butler's footsteps.
The housekeeper almost vomited blood at Bai Xinhui's words, "Madam, if you don't tell sir, something will happen to the young master. The young master is still so young. He is your son. Can you bear to have something happen to the young master?"
She couldn't help the anger in her heart and asked. It would be fine if this was normal. The madam's attitude towards the young master was just tolerable. But now something happened. She really doubted whether she was the young master's.
Mother, how could there be such a cruel mother in the world?
"Something happened..." Bai Xinhui murmured these two words, her eyes fell on Zhezhe in the butler's arms, her eyebrows, face, her pupils widened again, her index finger pointed at Zhezhe in the butler's arms,
Her son said: "No, no, let him die, let him die, he shouldn't have come into this world, let him die!"
"Madam!" the housekeeper yelled, and Bai Xinhui almost exploded with anger, "Get out of the way, I'm going to take the young master to the hospital!"
"Get out of the way!" Blood was still flowing from Zhezhe's nostrils. The housekeeper knocked Bai Xinhui away from him and hurried to the stairs.
"Old Zhang! Old Zhang! Something happened to the young master. Send him to the hospital quickly. Send him to the hospital quickly—"
"quick!"
"Ah! How could this happen? What's going on!"
"Just wait, I'll pick up the car right away!"
Downstairs, chaotic shouts kept coming. Bai Xinhui stood at the door of the room in a daze, her figure as if she had become a sculpture. She didn't move a step, didn't take a step, didn't tremble a step, as if she had lost her breath and breath.
Is there any God who can tell her that she has done many things wrong in the past, many, many, many, but now she wants to correct them and try to live a better life. But why, she is always following the past, but why
, she can't always get rid of the past. Is there any God who can tell her that she has done something wrong - hospital, white ward, white sheets, and the little white body on the hospital bed.
The bridge of his nose was broken. The surgery had just been completed. Zhezhe was probably tired from the pain and crying. As soon as the anesthetic was administered, he passed out.
The small face was hidden between the pure white sheets, and it seemed that even the usually lively face was pale and colorless.
Jin Zun stood beside the hospital bed, looking at Zhezhe who had fallen asleep. Suddenly, someone tapped him on the shoulder. He turned around, and the doctor in a white coat hooked his hand, signaling not to disturb the child's sleep and to follow him out.
Jin Zun's face was full of gloom, he nodded, followed the doctor out without leaving a trace, and gently closed the door.
Bai Xinhui was sitting on the bench in the corridor, and he didn't even look at her.
There was no expression on his handsome face, and there were slight wrinkles between his long dark eyebrows, which indicated that he was in a very bad mood. "You said?" He spoke lightly, "The bridge of the nose was broken. Fortunately, he was sent to the hospital in time, and now it can be considered reattached.