I can no longer remember the expressions of the people around me at that time, but I just felt that the noise of life was everywhere in my ears, which was a little hollow, and it sounded like an echo, which made me unable to help but feel that I was having a dream, but the pain from my stomach always reminded me that this was not a dream.√W     wW.

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"Mu Mo!Mu Mo!"

My uncle's voice suddenly approached, as if it was right beside his ears, and his face suddenly appeared in front of me, crying and the blood stained with his hands was trembling constantly, hanging above the knife in my stomach, at a loss.

At that moment, I saw that I was always full of confidence, and my fearless uncle's eyes were filled with helplessness and fear, as if he was a homeless child.

I tried hard to say "I'm fine", but after I opened my mouth, I found that I couldn't speak at all. His face was chuckled like paper in front of me, and his face was covered with tears and snot. He beat his head with both hands, crying silently, with a painful expression that I had never seen before.

At this time, the figure above me was shaking. In my eyes, their movements were very slow, very slow, so slow that it seemed as if time had just stolen it.

Brother Dong and Su Ping rushed over, and the two of them raised my uncle in one go, dragged him to the car, and shouted at him in their mouths: "Go! Go quickly!"

My uncle struggled hard, shouting at the top of his lungs: "Mu Mo!Mu Mo!..."

I closed my eyes gently and looked at the clouds slowly floating in the sky. Suddenly, I felt very good. It was a color I had never seen before. It made me try hard to open my eyes and want to look at it for a while.

But the noise around me was so noisy that I felt a little tired. I couldn't hold on anymore and slowly closed my eyes.

After closing my eyes, I had a very beautiful dream. In the dream, I went back to my childhood and played with my uncle. My mother was still there. Everything had not changed. Everything was still the same as before. I couldn't help laughing. Maybe I was laughing too hard, my stomach hurts, and it hurts like a piercing heart. Then I woke up suddenly.

After opening my eyes, I asked about the smell of pungent alcohol and disinfectant. There was an extra cover on my mouth, which made me feel a little uncomfortable when I breathed, but I didn't have the strength to reach out and took it off, so I had to let it cover my mouth.

I opened my eyes hard and opened my eyes. The afterglow of the sun shone in. It was probably afternoon. I looked at the white ceiling and closed my eyes gently. I knew that I must be in the hospital now, and I was not dead.

Originally, a person would feel happy and excited after his life, but at this moment I couldn't feel this at all, because when I woke up, I remembered everything, thought of my uncle's hoarseness, and also thought of the blood gushing out of the mosquito's neck when my uncle raised the knife, the scene where my uncle had been dragged away by them.

Thinking of this, my emotions suddenly became excited again. I wonder how my uncle is now.

After a while, the door next to it opened, and then a figure came over and sat next to me. Then I felt a soft hand grab my hand, and then a soft sob came from my ears.

I turned my head and looked at it, and saw Xu Yan's pale face. She lowered her head and sobbed gently. My hand gently shook her hand. She raised her head suddenly. When she saw my eyes, a look of surprise appeared on her face and said to me: "Mumo, you are awake."

As she said that, she quickly wiped the tears from her face and said to me: "How is it, does it hurt?"

After saying this, she said to herself, "Look at what I asked, how could it not hurt?"

Seeing Xu Yan looking at her at a loss, I felt warm, I smiled at her, and said softly: "I'm fine."

She sat next to me, looked at my face, grabbed my hand tightly, and for some reason, she suddenly cried, and tears in her eyes suddenly burst out.

I held her hand tightly and signaled that she was fine.

But Xu Yan seemed to be unable to control her emotions, and tears kept flowing, unable to stop them.

I felt a little uncomfortable when I looked at her like that. I didn't know how to comfort her. Suddenly I felt uncontrollable and felt that I was so worried that I almost died, and they were almost worried about death.

At this time, I quickly changed the subject and asked her, "Where is my dad?"

She then quickly wiped her tears and said to me: "Your dad just left and stayed with you all night. I'm tired, so I'll let him go back to bed first."

"One night?" I asked in surprise. I remember it was noon when I was injured. Is it the next day now?

Xu Yan nodded at me and said, "You have been in a coma for a day and a night, and you have worried me and your dad to death."

I nodded, paused before speaking, "Where is my uncle?"

After hearing this, her head suddenly lowered and said to me: "Your uncle doesn't know where you are now, and your grandparents are looking for him everywhere, and they are very anxious."

After hearing this, I frowned and didn't say anything. After a while, I suddenly remembered to ask her, "Do you know how the person who was injured in both sides is like?"

Speaking of this, Xu Yan's expression suddenly became very ugly. After pausing, she said to me: "The child was injured. He was rescued after he came yesterday. I don't know what's going on now. How can we still have the heart to inquire."

I didn't say anything, knowing that Xu Yan was deliberately hiding something from me, so I closed my eyes gently and didn't say anything again.

In the next few days, I lived the kind of life my uncle lived before the New Year. I lay on the hospital bed, repeating my monotonous and boring life every day, changing dressings, getting injections, eating, and then looking out the window to spend the day.

Of course, many people came during this period, first, our school’s people, our school’s principal, academic director, our class teacher, etc., then Xiaopang, Zhuo Xiaoyu, and Xiao Lu. When Xiao Lu saw me, she cried, stood there, didn’t speak or approached, just cried, crying, crying very sadly, and I felt so uncomfortable when I saw her. I wanted to go up to comfort her, but I was powerless. Then a deep sense of self-blame enveloped myself, and it was all my fault that made the people I cared about follow such pain.

When Xiaopang and the others came, I asked him if there was any news about my uncle. He shook his head and said no. He also said that Su Ping, Zhao Mingfei, Wu Di and Wu Qiong and others were taken away by the police and have not come back yet. However, I heard that Brother Ming and Jin Ye are dealing with this matter, and try to minimize the impact of the matter.

I grabbed his collar with all my strength and asked at him, "Tell me, are the mosquitoes dead?"

Xiaopang's face became very ugly. He pulled my hand down and said to me: "Brother Mo, don't think too much, just recover from the injury."

Although Xiaopang didn't say it clearly, I can be sure that something happened to the mosquito, and my uncle may have to live a life of running around from now on.

Later, a few days later, my body was almost up and I could sit up on weekdays, so the police came over and said that although I had found some people on that day to record confessions, I still wanted to record confessions.

I asked about the day as they asked.

After the police asked, he spoke: "It was Sun Jian who stabbed you with a knife first, right? Then Xu Feng rushed up and scratched his neck."
Chapter completed!