In fact, Yi Yao was talking nonsense about whether Tang Xiaomi moved and was abandoned by everyone, but he just followed Tang Xiaomi's fear all the way down.
As long as it takes, let her collapse under the tossing back and forth of gain and loss, loss and recovery.
At the door of the nursing home, Tang An'an stopped.
Yi Yao is coming out of there.
tangananDid you come to see my sister too?
Embarrassed for a few seconds, she still spoke.
You can see that there are tears on her face, her knees are scratched, and her school uniform has not been changed. She should have come here directly after school.
yiyaoHow is the girl who helped you recently?
Instead of answering Tang Anan's question, he changed the question.
tangananSenior Sister Yihuan...
I'm afraid I'm disappointed to see her unsatisfactory.
Touching his pocket, Yi Yao strode close to Tang An'an.
Tang An'an was also frightened by Yi Yao's sudden approach, and his whole person was agitated.
tangananI don't dare! Don't you...
I thought Yi Yao was going to hit her, but I didn't expect Yi Yao to spread his palm and put a few Band-Aids in his palm.
yiyaoDon't you have a wound?
yiyaoOtherwise? do you want it?
Tang An'an nodded again and again, and immediately took it over, confused as to what the other party wanted to do.
yiyaoDon Xiaomi is not the only person you can rely on.
yiyaoBeing bullied is not a hard thing to say.
yiyaoDon't be blind and miss out on people who really care and want to help you.
Before she recovered from just now, she confirmed again that Yi Yao had indeed given her a Band-Aid, and there was no threat to her to make Tang Xiaomi appear very fierce.
And what she said...
Originally, she went to see Tang Xiaomi, but she hesitated.
This kind of problem has tormented her for a long time. She was deeply educated before, and it would be terrifying to let her family know that she is so timid and cowardly.
But is it really a good way to report the good news and not the bad news with the family and only grievance yourself?
There are two paths in front of her.
A Tang Xiaomi.
Yi Yao and Qiao Yihuan.
These are two very different extremes.
Tang An'an was a person who had no ego and liked to rely on others. This time, letting her make a choice was a start. It was definitely not easy for her.
It was unseasonably warm in the afternoon, and the sun was yellow as if walking in a tunnel with the Sahara desert overhead; it was the kind of blinding gold, dry, trance, like the end of the world. People in the sun were lethargic, fisting their fingers, like fish swimming around in drained glass tanks.
When I found that there was no way to solve the problem in front of me, when I reached the end of the road, I found that it was not that there was no road ahead, but that those cowardice covered the road.
Many kinds of moods were intertwined in her heart, as if countless butterflies were flying, "hula la" "hula la" colliding with each other.
Golden, noisy, giant butterflies and tropical rainforests.