Those accusations were like sharp swords piercing my chest. I looked up in disbelief, seeing Xiaoye's hateful smile in front of me.
"I don't blame you. You are my mother. How could I resent you?" Xiaoye walked towards me step by step, picked up the surgical scissors, and stabbed her eyes hard.
"No!" I looked at Xiaoye in horror, seeing pure hatred in his eyes. I never thought that a child could show such bloodthirsty hatred.
"Yes, I don't blame you, I just blame myself. I know clearly that my mother doesn't love me, why do I still ask for it?" A knife pierced his eyes, and the eyes that should have been as dazzling as stars were blinded again.
Bloody.
I yelled and hugged Xiaoye sternly: "No, no. Xiaoye, it's mom's fault. Mom loves you, how could mom not love you!"
I yelled hastily, until in the end I didn't even know what I was talking about, but no matter how much I tried to get closer to Xiaoye, I couldn't touch him. When I looked up, there was only a pair of left eyes with black blood.
"Mom, I don't hate you at all." Such a young child stood straight in front of me, showing a desperate smile. "Because hate is also a kind of emotion, and I don't want to waste it on you."
I looked at my child with my own eyes, picked up the hand that had just poked into the left eye, and poked into the right eye again. He was yelling, I hate you, and the voice echoed in my ears over and over again, until finally he personally
He dug out his own eyes, and those two bloody holes smiled at me. He was saying, Mom, you never loved me, you never loved Xiaoye.
"No, no, I love you, Xiaoye, my child." I turned his face anxiously, but I only saw a pair of blood-stained holes, which were filled with black blood.
Little by little, it slipped down Xiaoye's face and fell into my frightened eyes.
I sobbed loudly, but why couldn't I make a sound?
I saw Xiaoye smiling, but she was obviously very sweet, so why was she so desperate?
The blood stretched so brightly that it almost filled my eyes. I had never thought that a person could have so much blood.
The child who called me mother cut open his wrist bit by bit with the knife. I heard the sound of the sharp knife handle cutting through the skin. I saw the child who was supposed to be innocent, destroyed in front of my eyes. He was a little bit
He walked towards me at one o'clock and smiled at me with his bloody eyes: "Do you know why I never say the word home? Because if you are not at home, I will never have a home."
"Ah!" I screamed and woke up!
In front of me is a pitch-black void
I could feel that my whole body was soaked with water, and I was stained with sweat. I looked out the window. It was still a floor-to-ceiling window. In the darkness, I could vaguely see the scenery outside.
I gently raised my hand and found that my whole body was weak
Lying back straight, I realized that everything was just a dream
"What's wrong?" A low and sweet voice came, and I turned around suddenly. Mu Shiqin got up from the sofa next to me and walked towards me.
I looked at him in shock, my mind still unable to regain its train of thought.
"Are you having a nightmare?" He turned on the light, and the bright light dazzled my eyes for a moment, making it difficult for me to tell whether it was a dream or reality.
"Don't be afraid, the dream is just a dream." He came to my side, with a look of love and complexity that I couldn't understand, and hugged me gently. The familiar fragrance made my heart inexplicably calm.