Qing Shui was walking away alone from the Qing Family. Besides going to the hillside he doesn’t have another place to go. He doesn’t know how many times he has come here. Looking at the high and steep cliff of the mountains he even wished to die, but he already knows that he can’t. Every day looking at the earnest hope of his mother, he tells himself that he must keep living strongly, not for anyone else, only for the hope is her eyes!
Qing Shui is not resigned to be a waste. The more he thinks about it, the sadder he becomes. He cannot help but feeling crazy and cursing to the sky: “Evil heavens, I’m not will admit defeat. If you want to repress me, then I shall repress you!” His soft and immature voice unwilling to resign was transmitted very far away!
After finish shouting crazily, he ran towards the mountain. His disaffection and anger came out completely! Otherwise, he felt that he would blow up!
But his body didn’t allow him to do so! After a number of breaths he felt stuffy but like he was unaware of it, he continued dashing towards the mountain while clenching his teeth!
The sweat continued falling down like it was a stream. Like they were a thorn is his eyes, they incited his nerves and willpower! And of course, the stifling was caused by the pain of his organs!