It is very difficult for my mother to fight the disease every day. My father has to take care of my mother and Xiaopeng at the same time, and it is hard for him to work. Xiao Peng studies hard every day and works hard to be happy so as not to worry his parents.

But that day, my mother was still dead, and I knew it. That day, my mother suddenly became unwell, and the medicine she had kept in the attic was gone, so she fell to the ground and tried to get it, but my father was standing outside. is. Door and mother's medicine. He did not do so, but waited a long time until the mother in the room lost her voice, then opened the door and entered.

My father thought I didn't know, but it was actually his birthday that day, so I left school very early. I bought a birthday present for my father, so I wanted to congratulate him and my mother early...Since my mother passed away, my father has been very happy every day. He blames himself and bees sad. He unconsciously draws on his experiences with his mother in the articles he writes. He has nightmares every day and sometimes dreams about his mother.

Father is very merciful. He doesn't know that his mother was always in the attic, watching over him from this space, both when he was alive and after he went to heaven...

While saying this, Zheng Xiaopeng looked at Chen Xiaolin with sad eyes and looked straight into the girl's eyes. Only then did he realize the deep darkness and distortion that lay behind the girl's sadness.

"Hey, Sister Xiaolin, isn't it a big deal to let your loved ones die when they are suffering?" When Zheng Xiaopeng opened his tearful eyes, the black boy looked like black mud, and his soul moved. Only one part was exposed above the mud.

Hearing the heavy truth, Chen Xiaolin's heart was confused. He didn't know how to answer for a moment. In the end, all he could say was, "I don't think it's good..."

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