Youth, Nama injury (5 )

Yan Lan daze
went door, Yan Yan Lan mom had just opened the door to her mother's arms to the faint, faint sound of panic heard her mother: How the body is wet? This is ...

night, very long, like a tight rope of death Yan Lan grabbed the neck, accidentally, Yan Lan may have life-threatening.

the reason may be the rain, Yan Lan launched a coma after a high fever, and were nearly 40 degrees [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], and his mouth will confused himself: >
night, when the hospital staff to work almost all work, leaving only small groups of several doctors and nurses watching over this building Connaught large hospitals, pale linen and curtains, heavy in the Smell, every feel full of the smell of death, so long corridor Eritrea, as the quiet suffocation, with the patient's breathing, as if the flow is slow death of another channel.

Yan Lan Lying in bed, large and small bottles of medicine along her small blood vessels into his body, touching her mind awake.

hazy autumn morning mist with a layer of white rustle of yesterday's rain fade and dust pollution of the past, along with the ward delicate birds singing outside the window tree, Yanlan Jing Jing's wide open opened his eyes. Yan Lan manpower mother holding a small hand, lying on the bed, breathing evenly. Yan Lan mother's hands from his own hand carefully taken out, paving the toes gently down the bed, her mother put on the sheet, and then out of the ward. Standing outside looking at the narrow corridor [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], dim white mist blurred his sight, only vague about the shape of things to see, but birds can still be fully heard cheers, and hazy in the clear, no co-participation of any debris, sweet, sweet ...

Dad went to school over there to talk about.

mother's apple pick up the fruit bowl, while carefully peeling the side yesterday asked the Yan Lan rain thing.

call ah give Mom and Dad, as you did yesterday, suddenly collapsed and sent a 40-degree fever, you do not know how your father and I looked worried, and more distressed.

poor parental love, Whose hearts of the children is not the meat, the hands of treasure it? Yan Xiao Bai Ling looked

empty blue seats, some lost heart, how did not come to class Yan Lan, is it anything about the situation of the?

tone sounded in every corner of the school, when Bai Ling Xiao Yan Lan dialed phone number, but unfortunately did not get any news, because after all, are not connected. In the school corridor, saw Xiao Yan Bai Ling father, quickly ran up and asked a lot.

! ! School bell rings, and Bai Ling Xiao Yan father quickly said goodbye to the turn of the moment and see Feng Zhang Min laughing all the way to a few girls coming forward their side.

He said that so soon go back to school in the past I see her, I want to class, bye.

love, is a life no words to appeal to intuition, I love you, but our hearts touched a speech, but I love you, but it is our life, a lifetime contract.

be continued

pen: Xu Xiaomei [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], QQ1819669516, 972055183, QQ group 141310569

(Editor: Juelian Red)

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