C4 Desperate Dizziness

Her body and the ground were smooth and bright. She had cleaned the gray clothes with footprints before, and because of Ling Xueshi's fall, the clothes were stained with yellow soil.

The shoe print that could clearly see the soles of the shoes was deeply imprinted on the clothes in front of her chest. It was also deeply imprinted in her heart.

That's Dad's.

Ling Xueshi lay on the cold ground, unable to get up for a long time. Closing her eyes in pain, she tightly furrowed her brows. She forcefully suppressed the tears in her eyes and did not let them fall again. Because she knew that no matter how much tears she shed, no one would care. It's just annoying and evil.

Both of his hands trembled as he held onto his chest. He could no longer find a reason to pull the knife out of his heart. Now, it had already entered another inch.

His already scarred body couldn't take his father's kick. Ling Xueshi painfully curled up on the ground. She might not be able to feel the pain anymore! Because the pain was worse than the pain in the body, it was a heart-wrenching pain; a pain of despair for kinship; a pain torn alive.

Suddenly tired, Ling Xueshi smiled, a desperate laugh, a self-deprecating laugh.

At that moment, his father's hand, which could only take his grandfather's life, finally let go of his throat.

Having obtained relief from his neck, his grandfather began to cough heavily, "Cough, cough, cough, cough, cough!"

Breathing in large mouthfuls of fresh air, the elderly man stroked his chest repeatedly. One could imagine how uncomfortable his grandfather was.

A warm liquid silently flowed out from the corner of her grandpa's mouth. The sight of the liquid being red made Ling Xueshi's heart turn cold.

At this point, his father stopped talking and walked into the room alone.

His mother's grandparents thought that he had admitted defeat. Grandma looked at his mother with disdain, as if she was saying, "See!" That person of yours admitted defeat, you should admit defeat as well! "Be good and let go of the rope."

Mother, on the other hand, gritted her teeth furiously as she looked at the back of her father as he entered the house.

Ling Xueshi, on the other hand, was slightly excited. She struggled to get up from the ground. No matter how dizzy she felt, it was all worth it.

But why everything, why is so not as she wishes, originally thought the end of her, originally thought quiet her, but saw her father angrily walk out of the room, yellow hand clenched, that sharpened stone sharpened shiny knife, Ling Xueshi was startled, her entire body could not stop trembling.

Grandfather, grandmother, and mother were all dumbstruck. Their eyes were wide open as they waited for the shining blade to cut towards something.

Well, Dad's actions were unexpected. He saw his father grabbing the rope from his mother's grandmother in anger. His mother and grandmother were in a stunned state, unable to react in time.

Just like that, the exquisite handmade rope came into his father's hands. Dad folded it into loops and placed it under the shiny knife.

BOOM, BOOM, BOOM. With the rise and fall of his father's hand, there was a harsh sound of the rope being cut off.

With the noise gone, the world went quiet, the breathing seemed to stop, everything went quiet.

The only thing left was that piercing sound, which floated in the air and also floated in everyone's heart.

With a loud thud, the rope disappeared, leaving only broken knots on the ground.

His father looked at his hands in confusion, before staring at the broken knot on the ground in a daze. At this moment, his relatives were all staring blankly at the broken knot, unable to recover from their shock for a long time.

Ling Xueshi held her chest as she swept her gaze over her loved ones who were in a trance. After fighting for half a day and arguing for half a day, in the end, no one was able to obtain it, and no one was able to obtain the delicate rope!

Ling Xueshi was slightly angry as she glared at her family. She felt some heartache and pity.

"Don't be like children, so childish, so stupid, and make a ruckus for something unnecessary. You are family, not enemies. You should all share. Don't you know? Your actions are really stupid. I, as a child, find it laughable and lamentable. "

"Family members should help and care for each other. If there was any conflict, each person would step aside while the other would take a step back. "Are you adults ignorant of all this?" Ling Xueshi looked at her relatives. There were too many helplessness, too many lament, the words in her heart, and the words she wanted to say all came out.

Maybe it was because Ling Xueshi had said too much, maybe it was because her father was angry, or maybe it was because they simply didn't like her.

"Pah!" An ear-piercing slap on the face, the words that stopped abruptly.

Ling Xueshi looked aggrieved at her father, who was staring at her with anger. Ling Xueshi thought that all of this was just an illusion.

"Is that what you should say? Can you teach us a lesson? What does a child know? " Angry eyes, clenched fists, cold, piercing words.

As he said this, he forced his tears to flow down his face. Half of his face was as white as paper, and the other half swollen and red.

She covered her burning face with one hand and her heart with the other. The sharp knife in his heart had ruthlessly stabbed into his heart, burying its hilt. He would never be able to pull it out because it was already too deep.

Ling Xueshi could not help but step back as she shook her head repeatedly. Her mind was filled with the sound of explosions. All sounds disappeared, and all thoughts came to an end. Only the sound of his heart bleeding could be heard.

That slap had shattered a lot of things, a lot of things. It also broke Ling Xueshi's heart.

His heart was in so much pain that he couldn't breathe, yet no one came to comfort him. No one came to lament. No one came to protect him! He was the only one who would bear the burden.

The moment he turned around, the wind blew at the corner of his eyes. That tear that was filled with pain rotated, rotated, and rotated again. Until it dissipated and dripped.

A drizzle seemed to fall from the dark sky as Ling Xueshi fell and became sorrowful.

The weak light in the sky looked like tears.