"Zixiao, what's wrong with you? Zixiao, wake up quickly." A burst of hurried shouting came, and Huang Zixiao woke up suddenly. When he woke up, he was still screaming heartbreakingly, and suddenly he woke up.

He sat up again.

"Zixiao, are you okay? Zixiao, are you okay?" Hou Zhikai called him and pushed him with his hand.

Huang Zixiao was in shock. It was only then that he finally woke up. It turned out that he had had a nightmare.

Hou Zhikai looked at him worriedly, and saw that his head, face, and body were covered in sweat, as if washed with water, and the sweat beads on his forehead were still dripping down.

"Zixiao, are you having a nightmare?" Hou Zhikai asked worriedly. Women's Private Club 114

Huang Zixiao's face was pale and he was breathing heavily. He had not yet completely escaped from the nightmare and was still in the heart-rending pain.

Hou Zhikai was sleeping soundly when he suddenly heard a horrified scream. He woke up suddenly and saw Huang Zixiao lying on the bed with his legs kicking and his hands dancing wildly, calling for his sister heartbreakingly.

…

Hou Zhikai was frightened. He didn't know what was happening to Huang Zixiao. He didn't care about the pain in his body. He struggled out of bed and ran over, pushing and shouting, and finally pulled Huang Zixiao out of the nightmare.

Huang Zixiao's eyes were dull, his expression was painful, and he was sitting on the bed, looking lost. Hou Zhikai hurriedly limped over, took the towel, handed it to Huang Zixiao, and said: "Zixiao, wipe your sweat quickly."

Huang Zixiao reached out and slowly took the towel, shook his head violently to make himself more awake, raised the towel, and slowly wiped away the sweat, still feeling shocked.

This dream was so terrible. In the dream, he dreamed that his dear sister was buried under the collapsed house. Thinking of that scene in the dream, Huang Zixiao could not help but tremble all over.

Seeing Huang Zixiao like this, Hou Zhikai became even more worried and said: "Zixiao, are you having a nightmare?"

Huang Zixiao had no choice but to nod in pain. Hou Zhikai quickly comforted him: "Dreams are unrealistic. Don't be afraid. After wiping off the sweat, get some rest quickly."

Huang Zixiao asked: "What time is it now?" When he spoke, Huang Zixiao realized that his voice was hoarse.

"It's already early in the morning, and it's almost dawn." Hou Zhikai said.

Huang Zixiao slowly got off the bed. He felt exhausted physically and mentally, and he felt like he was on the verge of collapse.

Nightmares are nightmares. Only when you think about it day by day can you dream about it at night. Huang Zixiao knows very well that it is his family, especially his poor sister, that he is deeply concerned about every moment.

Huang Zixiao was about to cry but had no tears, and was extremely irritable. He said in a hoarse voice: "Zhikai, I'm fine. You can rest." He picked up his face plate, took a towel, and walked out of the dormitory.

When he came to the corridor outside the dormitory, a cool morning breeze blew, and Huang Zixiao, who was sweating profusely, couldn't help but shiver. Then he walked to the bathroom. He felt as if he was sleepwalking, calling for his sister from time to time in his heart.

When I came to the bathroom, I was crying unknowingly.

The house in my hometown can no longer be lived in. Summer is about to begin after spring, and summer is a rainy season. The adobe house where my parents and sister live is in dilapidated condition, and we really can no longer live in it. My sister's illness cannot be delayed any longer.

We need to find a way to treat it as soon as possible. But we also have to repay the foreign debt we owe.

Thinking of this, Huang Zixiao collapsed and squatted on the ground, held his head in his hands, and cried softly.

"Zixiao, Zixiao, what happened to you today? Why are you hiding here and crying?"

Hou Zhikai was worried. When Huang Zixiao walked out of the dormitory, he limped out. When he came to the bathroom door, he heard the whimpering coming from inside. He hurriedly walked in.

Huang Zixiao was found holding his head in his hands, squatting on the ground and sobbing.

"Zixiao, get up quickly, don't squat on the ground and cry like this." Hou Zhikai limped over quickly, stretched out his hand and pulled Huang Zixiao up from the ground. Women's Private Club 114

Huang Zixiao's face was full of tears, and the tears and sweat were intertwined, which made Hou Zhikai feel sad when he saw it.

"Zixiao, what happened to you?" Hou Zhikai asked worriedly.

"Zhikai, I had a dream. I dreamed that my house collapsed, and that my sister was buried under the house. I..." Huang Zixiao said hoarsely, and at the end, his voice choked with sobs.

Can't go down anymore.

"Zixiao, didn't I tell you? Dreams are dreams. Dreams and reality are two different things. Don't take it too seriously."

Huang Zixiao couldn't help but shed tears again, shook his head sadly, and said hoarsely: "We have to find a way to solve the family affairs as soon as possible. If this continues, it is not an option. We can no longer live in that old house. My sister's illness

We have to seize the time for treatment, we can't delay it any longer, the foreign debts our family owes..." At this point, Huang Zixiao sadly couldn't go on.

Hou Zhikai knew the situation in Huang Zixiao's family and sighed helplessly with Huang Zixiao.

"Zhikai, please go back to the house. I'm very confused right now. Please let me calm down." Huang Zixiao's voice became hoarse.

"Well, okay, but you can't cry here anymore. The classmates will get up soon and it won't be good for them to see."

Huang Zixiao nodded, and Hou Zhikai limped back.
Chapter completed!