The dormitory manager even swallowed his voice and urged everyone to leave first, but no one left. Someone stepped forward and said, "We want to stay here with classmate Du Wenzhi."
"Yes, we want to stay with him, we won't leave."
One by one, the classmates shouted this sentence in a more strangled voice. The sound fell in Du Wenzhi's ears sentence by sentence, and his crying gradually became lower.
Li Jianhui supported Yu Wenhuang and glanced at him with genuine admiration.
If it weren't for him, Du Wenzhi would be dead.
"Are you OK?"
Li Jianhui asked softly.
"fine!"
Yu Wenhuang felt particularly uncomfortable. He actually leaned closer to Li Jianhui, his face a little pale, "His dad..." A classmate from the same dormitory as him said softly: "Tonight he answered a phone call and hung up.
On the phone, he smiled and said, "My father is dead. He said it with a smile, and we thought he was joking."
"Classmate Yu Wenhuang, you are really brave."
A classmate came up and said to him.
"Yes, you are really brave. I was afraid that you would almost fall."
"So high, how dare you?
You are really amazing."
After the students recovered, they all came over to praise him.
Even Li Jianhui looked at him with admiration.
Yu Wenhuang felt particularly uncomfortable.
Because when he came back this time, he felt that the two elderly people at home were obviously much older. Du Wenzhi's heart-wrenching cry suddenly made him realize that one day he would also face such a separation between life and death.
He didn't think about it before, not because he didn't know that life would end, but that his family would be able to live a long life. He didn't think about his grandparents or his ancestors.
The principal and several teachers hurried over and ordered the students to go back to bed in an orderly manner.
Yu Wenhuang and Li Jianhui returned to the dormitory, and the children who were about to turn 18 had been sitting in silence. This may be the first time they thought seriously about life.
Li Zhiyue hugged her knees with both hands, bent her head and wiped tears on the back of her hands.
In the end, Stingy Ming stood up first, picked up the phone at the door of the dormitory, inserted the phone card, and dialed, "Dad, are you asleep?"
It's okay, I...just miss you a little."
The last sentence was full of tears.
After he hung up the phone, it was Li Zhiyue who made the call.
One by one, they dialed the phone in turn. Finally, it was Li Jianhui. He stood in front of the phone in silence for a long time before finally picking up the phone and saying, "Dad, Mom, I miss you!"
Yu Wenhuang noticed that he didn't dial the number.
Other students also noticed, and the cripple said, "Ah Hui, you didn't dial..." The beast quickly pulled him and shook his head at him.
The lame man was startled and a little confused, but the beast just dragged him and prevented him from talking.
After Li Jianhui hung up the phone, he walked back, his steps a little frivolous. When he reached the bed, he sat down, stretched his legs on the bed, and fell down on the bed board.
His mat was taken away by Yu Wenhuang, and the mat that had been sprayed with shower gel and shampoo was left behind.
His eyes were a little dazed and empty, but tears were streaming from the corners of his eyes.
"Are you okay?"
Yu Wenhuang asked him.
He turned his head and looked straight at Yu Wenhuang. After making sure that Yu Wenhuang meant no harm, he stretched out his hand to wipe his tears and shook his head, "It's okay."
Beast sat next to him and didn't say anything. He stayed silent along with him, but he put his hand on Li Jianhui's shoulder and pressed it gently.
Everyone felt that something had happened to Li Jianhui's family, but no one dared to ask.
Other dormitories are just like this dormitory, calling home one after another. Sometimes they won't even make a single call home during a semester.
But tonight, I especially want to hear the voices of my parents.