Chapter 2Fireworks for My Funeral

I was stunned.

Why did he scold me?

I found Aunt Zhou.

Confirmed again and again, only to be sure that I didn't add the wrong person.

"Auntie, does this police officer have a bad temper?"

"How is it possible? Officer Miller is cold-faced but kind-hearted. When we encounter things, he actively helps."

That's strange.

I didn't provoke him, why scold me?

I patiently explained the reason for adding him as a friend.

But he still didn't reply for a long time.

Aunt Zhou gave a solution, "It's okay, I'm free tomorrow, I'll take you to get familiar with them. It will be convenient to ask them for help in the future."

The sky darkened.

My body can't stand staying up late.

After sincerely thanking her.

I went back to wash and rest.

But lying in bed, I couldn't sleep no matter what.

My muddled brain was a little confused.

The room I live in now is the one I lived in when I was a child.

I didn't tidy up other rooms.

Especially Grandma's room.

I couldn't sleep, tossing and turning in bed.

Suddenly, my nose felt a little hot.

Reached out and touched it.

My finger was stained with sticky blood.

I was completely awake at once.

By the moonlight coming through the window.

I covered my still bleeding nose and struggled to turn over and sit up.

I fumbled to the bathroom.

Turned on the light only to find that my pajamas had been stained with blood.

I familiarly dealt with the bleeding nose.

Brain was dizzy for a while.

I held onto the washbasin firmly, looking at myself in the mirror.

Scattered long hair messily stuck to my face.

Face was pale and bloodless.

When the dizziness faded, I began to clean up the blood stains on my body.

Fortunately, I chose to return to my hometown.

Otherwise, if the patients in the hospital saw me like this, they would feel distressed again.

They always said that I was young and it was unfair for God to let me get this disease.

Subconsciously, they would feel sorry for me and take care of me.

I like getting along with them.

But I can't stand the person who was smiling with me the day before.

The next day, only a gray cold name remains.

So I chose to come back.

My head hurt badly, and I couldn't sleep lying in bed, so I walked to the balcony.

Unexpectedly, I saw Aunt Zhou, who went out for a walk after dinner, being sent back limping.

I subconsciously wanted to call her.

And the man supporting her impressively raised his head.

There was a bright street lamp by the road.

The light was dazzling.

I don't know if something was wrong with my eyes.

I couldn't see his face clearly.