She ate animal offal for lunch. She turned on the TV and ate lunch while watching the show.Too much salt and overcooked.Mouli likes it raw.
Nan Guo has not responded to the message.Mo Wuli threw away the food and called Mo Xingyun.
Mo Xingyun is also on summer vacation and is about to invite friends out to play.He said, "Nanguo is at home. Don't worry, she's in good condition. I'll let her answer the phone."
Mouli was not very happy. She was not very happy when she was discharged from the hospital in Nanguo.But there is no way.Although most psychiatric departments recommend hospitalization, the effect is not good. Although the fees are high, the nurses can do only a limited amount of work.It's not a lunatic asylum, and it's free to enter and exit, basically meaningless.
Nan Guo replaced Mo Xingyun, and talked to Mo Wuli on the phone: "Sister."
Mouli's voice changes frequently when speaking to Nanguo.Sometimes manly, low, menacing, fatherly, and sometimes delicate, voluptuous, soothing, like melted icing sugar.She said: "You didn't answer my phone yesterday, so I can only call my uncle. He said you went downstairs to play?"
"Yes!" Nan Guo's voice sounded so happy, "I now go downstairs to exercise every day, and my cousin also helped me sign up for online classes. I found that I am not far behind, and I can understand all the topics the teacher said!"
"Yeah?"
Nan Guo said cheerfully: "I feel that I can take the college entrance examination next year too! Maybe I can take one. I feel much better now."
"It's good to be much better. Nanguo, have you taken medicine recently?"
"After eating, my aunt will give me medicine and water at night."
Mo Wuli said, "Give the phone to Mo Xingyun."
Mo Xingyun took the phone and asked Mo Wuli, "Have you finished filling out your volunteer application? When will you be back?"
In just a few days, Mouli will come back to fill in the volunteers.But she didn't want to answer his question, so she said, "Go to Wu Nanguo's room and look under the mattress to see if there is any hidden medicine. When Nanguo goes out, you have to accompany her. When I come back, I will take it with me when I go to college.Let her go together, and then you will be liberated."
As a child, Nan Guo liked to hide medicine under the mattress.Mouli grabbed the bag many times, held the medicine in her hand, and fed it to her mouth one by one.The pills are too bulky for a child's throat.Mouli will cut open with a knife.Parents don't have the awareness to prevent their children from touching sharp weapons, and she will use knives very early.
After hanging up the phone, Mouli lay on the bed.The mobile phone began to fall into a violent storm again, and it was Lan Yiruo who was bombing.She doesn't read her messages, it must be a curse, how could she?She is not stupid.
Before falling asleep, she vaguely remembered Wu Yaofan's last words, and couldn't help laughing.She has long been tired of hearing Nanguo's complaints.Nan Guo doesn't know how to quarrel, but he likes to express his feelings in ways other than talking, filling his diary with "Mouli is a freak".Since she was a child, Mo Wuli had the habit of peeking at Nan Guo's diary, seeing such complaints, she just smiled knowingly.Southland is the cutest.
Later, Nan Guo found out that she bought a locked diary.Mouli passed by humming, without any sign of shame.The next day, Nan Guo found that his locked diary had been forcibly broken and thrown on the table.
Mouli is the devil.Nan Guo said: "You...you are a monster, you go to die!"
Even if you are told to "go to death", people will not really die.Mouli laughed instead, and retorted: "Ugly! Idiot!"
After a while, Mouli would talk to Nanguo normally again.
Later, Nanguo no longer used the diary, but he would still secretly record: "Mouli often deceives others, but never lies to herself. I am the closest person to her, so I can see it most clearly. In front of her, the 'monster'It is an excellent compliment, used to praise her extreme thoroughness, contempt for humanity, and passive fighting posture. I am very worried, without me, whether she can avoid falling apart and live a good life alone."
People who read this text may skip it, or try to ponder it.But, in reality, this passage makes no sense.
To be honest, Nan Guo didn't know what he was writing, but he was just in his adolescence, and the literary and artistic atmosphere was flourishing, and he weaved words and sentences indiscriminately.
Mouli didn't see it, so she won't comment. If she read it, she would probably just skip it.
Mo Wuli made an appointment with a doctor online, and was going to take Nanguo for a follow-up visit.
Wu Yaofan died, Mo Wuli would not feel anything.No sadness, no relief, no mixed feelings.
If Lan Yiruo hated her, she didn't have the slightest idea.
She only flipped through the voluntary materials distributed by the school.Estimating the score is as easy as pie. After confirming some knowledge points after the test, she guessed about her total score, and the upper and lower limits were compressed very small.Mouli's goal is very clear, she wants to be a doctor.Like the police, doctors are powerful professions.For someone like Nan Guo who needs to be worried about, if she is a doctor, she will definitely be able to solve many problems.
As we all know, learning such a major is very difficult and hard work, but it is just right for her.
In the past year, she has done many extraordinary things, but even so, Mouli has begun to forget some people and things she met here.She has always been like this, and her style will not change easily.The impression of being happy is still in my heart.
It was already afternoon when woke up, the weather was unremarkable, the clouds were a little dense, and the room was dark.Mouli sat distracted, there was still a long time before the flight home, and there was plenty of time.
Nan Guo called and she connected.But it was my uncle who spoke on the other end.
When Mo Wuli knew about it, Nan Guo was still trying to save her.When she arrived at the hospital, the meeting place was the morgue.
Even if important people die, it will still be an ordinary day.Some people suffer, some people are happy.Most of the time, people die suddenly and without warning.Mouli has chewed on the concept of death, and it's not that she hasn't imagined today, but, for her, sadness is too strange.
Outside the hospital, Mouli picks up Nanguo's dropped shoes.
Wu Nanguo walked to the expressway, stepped out suddenly, and stepped into the traffic.She was knocked flying, hit the ground, and fell to the ground like garbage.
Nanguo did not leave a suicide note, but for people suffering from this disease, a sudden improvement will only give them the strength to end it.This is very common and not unexpected.Nan Guo is not a character who seeks death at every turn, even when she is most ill, she seldom does so.Unexpectedly, that clumsy and gentle Nanguo is...the one who makes up his mind and will definitely accomplish it.
Mouli didn't shed a single tear, even after witnessing the sunken head, pale face, and deformed limbs after the impact.
Nan Guo's fingers are short and thick, and she always praises Mouli's beautiful hands.Dead people become ugly.Can't control the hands and feet so it's weirdly placed.
It was already ugly, why did it have to be like this?Having been happy just now, Mouli felt unwilling.To be gone, to be precise, already gone.It's the only thing in the world she likes.
Standing beside Nan Guo, Mo Wuli held the shoe and waited silently, as if she would wake up again.Because of illness, Nanguo loves to sleep.If you like it enough, you have to like the worst side too.Mouli wanted to hold her head, as she would have if the doctor hadn't stopped her.
so lonely.The overwhelming loneliness caused the internal organs to contract, and the muscles inside the limbs trembled unceasingly, causing the body to twitch.Mouli was shrinking, and she was convinced that she would never eat anything again, nor would she sleep for a second.It turned out to be like this, it turned out that fear was like this feeling.Cracks spread across the empty glass container, and the heartless body sighed.She is the only thing she likes in this world.What should I do next?
No one can ask questions.
What should do next?
At the scene of the car accident, some drivers and passengers along the road took videos and photos and uploaded them on the Internet.Reporters also arrived quickly and reported the incident.
Online, it's nothing out of the ordinary, at least not compared to celebrity new looks and expert advice.But, after all, someone saw it."It's so pitiful", "You should care about your child's mental health", "If you commit suicide, you can die in your own home", no matter what the people who saw them were thinking, the sights of such things were sparse, like raindrops, falling from the sky and then disappearing.It's none of their business, they won't feel anything.
Mouli wouldn't eat or sleep, fell into a coma, survived with the help of doctors, and then went on, over and over again.
If this continues, she will definitely die.Others dare not speak, nor dare to observe in this way.Her uncle's wife, her aunt felt it."I don't want to be sad, I just want to die quickly" is roughly the same thing.
However, Mouli is still alive.
Gradually drink something, or not eat.When you are extremely tired, you will sleep for a while as if you passed out.
The ashes were placed at home, but not buried.No news from parents.Here comes the college acceptance letter.She was so thin that she lost most of her beauty.When talking to people, she still smiled and acted the same as before, but the magic of the smile was completely lost.
The relics left by Wu Nanguo also need to be dealt with.Before going out, Wu Nanguo didn't bring his mobile phone.Mouli easily guessed the password.Nanguo never succeeded in stopping her.
She turned around skillfully, there was nothing worth mentioning, and she clicked on Nan Guoai's updated social software, which also contained content from the past.Every once in a while, Mouli checks.
Mouli doesn't use social networking sites, and doesn't like to share her own affairs unless necessary.She didn't know how to use this, so she accidentally switched accounts.
This is a place she has never seen before. The account name is garbled, but the content is written by a real person.
Mouli clicked on the homepage, and the first thing that came into view was this.
"I want to be buried in water and scatter the ashes in the river. Every day I persist, I will comfort myself that this is good. I have worked hard and I am one step closer to death. The thought of dying sits on my spine, I can't breathe. I know I'm sick, but I'm exhausted, I can't resist. No one can help me. The only thing in this world that has been patiently waiting for me is death. I fell asleep,In the next dream, you will come to save me."
The words like a suicide note were released before Nan Guo left home for the last time.
Mouli paused for a moment.
She doesn't like to read large paragraphs of text, and she will definitely skip it at other times and occasions.However, this is Nan Guo's tone, and it is also the trace left by her.Would she want her sister to come and save her?Just like in online games when was a child.
Pressing her finger on the screen, Mouli slid down very slowly.
The previous article was updated on the same day as the suicide note.The same goes for the previous one.It seems that the owner of the account is used to using this place as a place to record his mood, and often sends out several messages in one breath.
Most of the content is relatively negative, purely to vent emotions, but there is also some daily information, such as hospitals, weather, and TV shows you are watching.Mouli went down quickly, and suddenly, she noticed something, and turned up again.
It was a daily dynamic, and in it, something caught Mouli's attention.
Nan Guo wrote such content in the trumpet.
"I have been saved by you over and over again. As long as I think of you, think of being able to live with you, and think of the moment when I looked into your eyes, I will be saved. So, can you save me more? Yi Siwei, can youCan you help me a little bit?"
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