Chapter 8 B-4

However, the relationship between Sang Li and Tian Miao has never been good. Tian Miao is one year younger than Sangli, she is not pretty but very shrewd little girl.She and Sangli lived in the same room, and to put it bluntly, it was as simple as adding an extra bed to Sangli's room.However, the change in the scope of rights and interests brought about by this has become a series of hidden dangers of war-Sang Li practices singing, Tian Miao thinks it is noisy; Tian Miao reads texts, Sang Li thinks it is noisy; Miao still thinks that Sang Li's red model looks good, and Sang Li thinks Tian Miao's blue model looks good, so they quarrel, and then fight again...

In fact, it was just a little girl's narrow-mindedness and small confrontation, but both Sang Yuecheng and Chang Qing's heads swelled countless circles. Sang Yuecheng said: "Xiaoli, you have to let your sister order, you are a sister." Sang Li stared stubbornly: "Obviously she scolded me first." Chang Qing was stunned for a moment, and asked, "Miaomiao, what did you scold my sister for?" Tian Miao said angrily, "I didn't scold her, I told the truth, she is just bad, she killed her own mother, and even robbed me of her mother!" With a "boom", something exploded in Sang Li's heart.Her face was flushed with anger, tears were about to fall, but she still had to endure it.She just stared at Tian Miao with red eyes, and before Chang Qing and Sang Yuecheng could react, she waved her hand and slapped Tian Miao on the face with a "slap"!

With a "wow", Tian Miao cried loudly. Chang Qing and Sang Yuecheng were completely stunned! After a few seconds, Chang Qing hugged Tian Miao in his arms, and anxiously pulled away Tian Miao's hand covering his face, and asked anxiously: "Miaomiao, don't cry, let mom see , is there something wrong?" And Sang Yuecheng's first action after recovering from the stupefaction was to wave his hand in the same way, and slap Sang Li again with a "slap"! Perhaps it was also because Sang Yuecheng had never hit Sang Li before, the force was so heavy that Sang Li was knocked down to the ground, first knocking down a bench, then knocking the folding table, and then the water glass on the table was shaking When it fell, it shattered to the ground.

In an instant, the scorching pain spread, paralyzing Sang Li's nerves, and suddenly blocked her cry that should have broken through. She just lay on the ground like that, her eyes widened, her hands stretched forward, and her face was surrounded by pieces of broken glass, each piece reflected a Sang Li with stiff eyes and a hollow expression, each piece seemed to have a big The hole swept over him, and a voice said loudly: Sang Li, no one wants you, no one needs you... Everyone was stunned. After about ten seconds, Sang Yuecheng woke up from the rage and shock, rushed to Sang Li's side, stretched out his hand carefully to hold her arm, and asked repeatedly: "Xiao Li, what's the matter with you?" I'm sorry, Dad was wrong, where does it hurt you, tell Dad..."

He looked anxiously at his daughter, a palm print was slowly floating on that fair and beautiful face, blood flowed from the corner of Sang Li's mouth, not much, but it was shocking.Sang Yuecheng was terrified, and kept pulling Sang Li, his voice began to tremble a little: "Xiao Li, talk, why do you feel hurt? Dad is wrong, Dad will never hit you again!" However, only Sang Li's empty, unfocused eyes answered him.That gaze seemed to penetrate the father who kept apologizing, the stunned Chang Qing, and the resentful Tian Miao, all the way to the invisible distance.Sang Yuecheng didn't know that there was a hole in Sangli's heart that was getting bigger and bigger, and the cold wind was blowing up, making her crumbling.Her whole body was in pain, and the place where she collided with when she fell should have been sprained besides bruises, she couldn't move, and she didn't want to move.

In her heart, there were tears surging up, but her eye sockets were so dry that not even a single drop could fall out! At the bottom of Yinfeng's heart, the voice became louder and louder, repeating the announcement more and more impatiently: Sang Li, no one wants you, no one needs you... When the sound sounded, Sang Li felt that his heart was also torn into pieces. She closed her eyes in such tearing pain, the strength in her whole body quickly disappeared, and the moment the world disappeared, she finally felt something slipping from the corner of her eyes, cold and damp. Sang Li is sick.

A menacing viral flu took advantage of the fire. In the next month, Sangli's body temperature was always between 38-39 degrees. But she is very happy. Because when she closes her eyes, she can see the mother she has only seen in photos.My mother is so beautiful, wearing a light-colored blouse, plaid skirt, and strappy leather shoes. My mother's braids are so long, black and shiny, hanging down her chest.When her mother laughed, she only looked at Sang Li, and held out her hand for her to hold, and then walked in front, and Sang Li followed step by step. Mom - what a warm word that is!

Sang Li often showed a vague smile in her drowsiness. No one knew what she dreamed, but she felt anxious just watching it. After taking antipyretics for a few days but no improvement, Sang Yuecheng took Sang away from the hospital.After the examination, the doctor prescribed a lot of granules, injections, and tablets, but finally said: "This child doesn't want to get better. In fact, the patient's own will is the best medicine." Hearing this, Sang Yuecheng felt as if an electric iron was being pressed in his heart, and it was burning with pain. Also anxious is the Nanyang family, especially Nanyang, who seems to have infinitely many things on his mind every day at school. He always wants to go home to see if Sang Li’s fever is gone. Sang Li took one.But the one who greets him every day is still Sang Li who is so burned that he has no strength to open his eyes, and Sang Li who doesn't even have the strength to eat popsicles.

For the first time, Nan Yang felt his heart twisted and uncomfortable. He stretched out his hand to touch Sang Li's forehead, leaned over to Sang Li's ear and asked, "Xiao Li, why do you have a fever?" He still remembered the slap print on Sang Li's face on the first day of his illness. He guessed it was Sang Yuecheng's masterpiece, but he didn't dare to rebel, so he could only secretly tear up one of Sang Yuecheng's cigarettes and throw it into the toilet to express his anger. .In the past few days, Sang Yuecheng couldn't find the cigarettes he just bought, and he was puzzled for a while.

After half a month, Nan Yang came back from playing the violin in the Children's Palace. He lay down next to Sangli's bed again with great interest, and said to Sangli, "Xiaoli, there will be a competition next month. There are 4 places in the Children's Palace. Say yes." Here’s a show for your choir, I saw teacher Zhang of your choir today, and she said she wants to pick a lead singer. If you don’t get better, you won’t have a chance to be a lead singer!” Nan Yang laughed while talking, Chang Qing was wondering when he entered the door: What made Nan Yang so happy? But the strange thing is that that night, Sang Li managed to get up and drank a bowl of porridge.Sang Yuecheng, who had been unable to feed for many days, finally let out a long sigh of relief, and happily watched Sang Li eat.It was also from this moment that Sang Yuecheng realized: After all, it was her daughter whom she had raised for ten years, even if she didn't like her, she still cared about her.

He vaguely thought of Sangli's mother and Pan's grandson's parents...they were gone, gone. Some secrets must be kept in the bottom of my heart after all.From this perspective, leaving this world may be the most complete relief. It was around then that Sang Li fell in love with singing. Because of his illness, Sangli was the only one at home during the day.She likes to sit in the yard and bask in the sun, and sometimes she sings some songs she learned from the Children's Palace. One of my favorites is that she sat in the yard and sang cleanly in the afternoon sun: "Let us row our oars, the boat pushes away the waves, and the beautiful white tower is reflected on the sea, surrounded by greenery. Trees and red walls. The small boat floats gently in the water, and the cool wind blows head-on..." Singing like this, she seemed to really see the sparkling lake, the jumping light spots, the boat floating gently in the water, and the weeping willows on the shore dancing with the wind... Gradually, she would smile involuntarily, looking at the unknown I am deeply grateful for the inexplicable support those notes brought her. Only when singing, Sang Li felt that he was such a happy person. After another half month, Sang Li finally recovered from his illness and returned to the Children's Palace to participate in the twice-weekly practice.The instructor of the choir, Mr. Zhang, saw Sang Li for the first time and couldn't help but say: "Sang Li, why have you lost so much weight?" Sang Li looked at the teacher's gentle face, and something touched his heart softly: vaguely, it was as if he saw his mother's smile, and her heart ached. Sang Li didn't speak, just lowered his head and looked at his toes.Sunlight shines in through the window glass, and shines on the wooden floor of the practice room, reflecting a bright piece. Sang Li's nose was a little sore, she blinked hard several times until the slight sourness turned into a slight astringency, and when she looked up again, she was still a beautiful girl with no expression. What I practiced on this day was the chorus song "Listen to Mom Telling the Past" that I was going to participate in the competition.Sang Li stood in the first row in front of the choir, surrounded by girls of similar height, and in front of him was Teacher Zhang who was waving and conducting.She subconsciously looked back at the group members standing behind her, and suddenly felt that there never seemed to be a moment like this moment with such a sense of belonging. Sang Li finally knows: only when she is immersed in singing, she can devote herself fully and forget the things she doesn't want to remember outside of the song. When she was thinking like this, a small warm smile could not help but spread on the corners of her lips.Then she lifted her chin slightly, smiled, and sang with all her joy in a clear voice: The moon moves through the white lotus-like clouds, and the evening wind brings a burst of joyful singing, we sit on the high valley Beside, listening to my mother talk about the past... Her voice is so beautiful, her smile is so bright. Three days later, Teacher Zhang really appointed Sang Li and another girl, He Xiaozhu, as the lead singers.Another month later, this program won the first place in the chorus competition that year, and the beautiful girls Sang Li and He Xiaozhu who led the singing were well-known in this city through TV broadcast. On the day of receiving the award, Sang Li finally knew what happiness is. It turns out that happiness is doing what you love and being affirmed for it.