I dare not ask for it

"Grandma, what's wrong with me? What's the matter?" Nine tones shouted hoarsely, immersed in fear, unable to break away. The air suddenly becomes dignified, which makes people feel that it is difficult to breathe. Maybe it is the illusion of others, the illusion of being quiet and indifferent. Early in the morning, the sun is still so warm, and then it becomes hot in the middle. This is perhaps the most common rule in summer. Nine tones buried his head, holding his feet, because he kept this posture for too long, his whole body was paralyzed, his blood did not circulate, and he was paralyzed to death. She didn't find dawn, because the curtains were pulled in, and the sun couldn't pass through. Nine tones expected Leon Lai Ming not to come. On a new day, troubles could not help but hit themselves. Yongxia stood outside the door. He didn't think this feeling was wrong. Yongxia didn't like Palace Xinle, but only liked nine tones. Isn't that enough? Open the door and look at the nine tones. She can't accept her love. Besides, she is a vampire. When one day, she finds out, will she be crazy? Yongxia can almost completely imagine nine tones, holding his head in his hands and crying. And she was in pain, and her eyes wanted to stand aside empty. "I... what?" Yongxia's voice is so low that it seems that lips are squirming without making any sound. Nine-tone's auditory nerve has been shut down, and she doesn't want to hear anything about the outside world, sound. I can't do it at all. I don't want anything. I just want to be quiet and hide in my own world, thinking about Grandma and the past, a lot of things. Nine tones can't accept the love given by Yongxia, and sincerely say in their hearts: I'm sorry, that love is Gong Xinle's, and small tones can't be wanted. Nine tones raised their heads, black eyeballs have already been bloodshot around, tears disappear... "Cold..." Embrace Jiuyin and touch her forehead. She said she was cold. Will she catch a cold? It is midsummer now, and it is rare for people to catch a cold, so the probability of heatstroke is relatively large. "Cold heart" Nine tones said slowly, eyes on the blood-red eyeball. Looking for Yongxia at this time will be what feeling, want to know from the bottom of my heart, but unfortunately nine tones can't fathom, can't guess. Hold nine tones from ear to ear, tears flow down, is she so painful? Yongxia doesn't understand, and guessing and guessing will feel very uncomfortable. It's not your own fault. Nine-tone tears came out, soaked the white shirt of Yongxia, and the tears were boiling hot, burning Yongxia's heart. His heart is so painful, rotten and hopeless. Because the wound is stubborn, the bottom of my heart is warm and humid, which is not suitable for the growth of wound medicine. Hide love in the bottom of my heart until one day I can't hide it and burst out. Bring pain to the people you love. "Like" this seed is growing, and the process of fertilization and irrigation is wind and rain! Gong Xinle strode along the campus, smiling and crying, and she was very good at hiding. She is also a stubborn person, not allow others to peep into their wounds, not allowed, not at all! No! Except for Yongxia, it would be embarrassing for her to show others. "Miss Gong Da, are you in a good mood?" Ginger days come out, hands behind, cold expression, ginger days in the bottom of my heart to admit that Gong Xinle is really like Linger, but she is not her, character is not like. Jiang Tian can still distinguish clearly. Gong Xinle turned around, with charming smile, attractive eyes and lips, golden chestnut curly hair, simple El Nino noble school uniform, cherry blossom school on the upper left, white booties, and a typical pretty person. Everyone admits that she is really beautiful. "What's the matter? Mr. Jiang." Gong Xinle's smile has been hanging on her face, gentle and calm tone, I don't know under the smile is changing, no one knows, because she is very good at camouflage. Jiang Tian smiled, and his eyes always looked at Gong Xinle's eyes and saw it. Her tears, but Jiang Tian was silent, he was silent. It is not a good thing for him to expose other people's wounds in this way. Instead of embarrassing both sides, it is better to be silent and watch the play. Gong Xinle wondered. She saw Jiang Tian's smile and caught it. "What are you laughing at?" The tone is a little annoyed. Jiang Tian was not affected by Gong Xinle's anger, and kept the same smile and sadistic feeling. Let Gong Xinle more and more angry, pink face with red dots, red apples generally let Jiang Tian Leng. When I was a child, I was very naughty and ate Linger's favorite rose cake. He cried Linger's anger, and her face, tearful eyes, small white hanging skirt and short hair were suffocated, while Jiang Tian just looked at her and didn't talk. "Linger..." Gong Xinle looked up and looked at Jiang Tian with deep eyes. From the word "Linger" she heard, her heart suddenly hurt. But only a moment of feeling, unforgettable. Return to absolute being, ginger day has already left, the street is right each other's end all did not have his back, I do not know which way he went. Just vaguely have a kind of unspeakable feeling, hanging in mid-air in my heart. Hugging, crying, struggling, everything is unacceptable. Within the nine-tone range, she screamed in pain in the range circle, and no one came to save her, only crying secretly in a low voice. The ordinary radio sound in the street will not change no matter how hot it is. Aunt and uncle quarreled with many people because of the price, which eventually turned into noise, which was so noisy. If you go back to China and listen to their quarrels without speaking, your mind will feel blank, you will have difficulty breathing, and the rotten smell in the garbage dump will spread in this street. Yongxia's small building is at the end of the street, where the air is fresh, but there is no little vitality or excitement. The beautiful sound of children playing. The ordinary world in the street, the dirty world in Yongxia, Jiuyin and Gong Xinle's heart, is helpless. "What will it be like when she knows everything?" "I can't think, I can't accept, I don't want to get hurt." Linger "Yongxia, let me change for you!" Helpless invasion of them, let everyone's heart feel good tired, good dirty. . . . . . . . . . On Saturday, I wish my relatives a good time. Let's smash the tickets. I don't mind