Chapter 1672: My faith 2

"Mom, I dreamed of you more than ten years later, holding me crying."
"Okay, don't stop talking." Ning Shu mother couldn't help but interrupt Ning Shu. "I see you sleepy."
"Ningshu, stinky head film, you are going to hurry up, even if I am late for the penalty station, I want you to look good." Ning Erge downstairs called.
"Come." Ning Shu carrying a schoolbag, Ning Shu Ma stuffed a little money into the Ning Shu bag, "Hungry to buy some food at school."
Ning Shu snorted and ran downstairs.
"Look at my peerless martial arts." Ning Shu downstairs, facing the heart of Ning Erge is a palm.
Ning Erge holding basketball, the silk is still moving, and his face is inexplicably looking at his sister's hand on his own crisp, chest.
"You are stupid." Ning Erge played Ning Shu's forehead.
Ning Erge put on his sportswear and looked at the electronic watch on his hand. "My mother, it’s already so late, but in the morning, it’s an early reading of the extermination teacher."
Ning Erge took Ning Shu and ran out of a small apartment, and no one was at the door.
"Grass, Ning Rong that the goods ran again." Ning Yao quickly launched a bicycle, let Ning Shu sit.
Ning Shu sat in the back of the car seat, Ning Yao desperately stepped on the bicycle, screaming.
"Brother, I have a dream, dream about you." Ning Shu said.
"What are you talking about?" Ning Yaotou did not ask back.
Ning Shu sat in the car, waved his palm and shouted, and said loudly: "I said that I had a dream, and I was so bad in the dream."
"All said that it is a dream, stupid, oh." Ning Yao squatted on the bike, and finally caught up with Ning Rong, who was leisurely and leisurely riding a bicycle.
Ning Shu suddenly felt that it was really casual to take a name from a parent, Ning Rong, Ning Yao, glory, and glory.
"Glory, every time I bring this oil bottle to the steamed bread, the next time you change it." Ning Yao angrily shouted to his brother.
"I am going to take the exam soon, time is precious." Ning Rong said leisurely.
"You fart, I saw you behind a sister, and you left the position behind you to the girl." Ning Yao immediately poked his brother's dirty mentality.
Ning Shu: ...
"Who is the oil bottle?" Ning Shu akimbo, "I want to go back and tell Mom, you are in love."
Ning Shu pointed to the eldest brother, "Is this sister not comparable to the girl outside?"
Ning Rong glanced at Ning Shu. "You can't compare with the girl outside."
"You are not like this when you grow up. At that time, you obviously have a mature and stable role. I didn't expect you to be such a person." Ning Shu said.
"You are stupid, you are stupid, you can still forget." Ning Rong snorted, the bicycle turned, and he could not see the figure.
"Grass, glory is true Nyima." Ning Erge stepped on the car. "Can you eat very little, too heavy, the car can't run."
Ning Shu: "I haven't eaten in the morning."
Ning Shu looked up and the sun shone through the cracks in the leaves of the roadside, which was a bit dazzling.
Ning Shu blocked the sun with his hand.
She really did a strange dream, she didn't have the power to turn the river, and she didn't have the ability to look at it.
Nothing, she is an ordinary child, eleven-year-old girl.
It was just a dream.
"Second brother, I dreamed that I have become a variety of people. I have seen so many handsome guys, more people than you and the big brother." Ning Shu grabbed Ning Yao's shirt and looked stunned.
She is dreaming now, or what she has experienced before is dreaming.
I don't know what is true.
‘嗤...’ Ning Erge stepped on the brakes and looked back at Ning Shu.
You’re fine, I feel that your brain is out of order.

When I arrived at the school, Ning Yao stopped the car. Ning Yao went to the middle school and Ning Shu went to the elementary school.
Ning Shu is in the sixth grade of elementary school.
Walking into the classroom, seeing the tables and chairs, looking at the blackboard, there is another feeling of illusion.
Ning Shu sat in his position, and the latter suddenly pulled her throat and the scalp was hot.
The head was biased by the force.
"Ning Shu, your head flower is really ugly today, I picked it for you." The little fat man sitting behind Ningshu, holding the head flower on Ningshu's head, said proudly.
"Dead fat man, return the things to me." The little fat man ran away, and bowed his tongue to Ning Shu.
Just at this time, the teacher entered the classroom, and Ning Shu shouted: "Teacher, this dead fat man licks my hair and grabs my head and wears it on my head."
"I didn't wear it on my head."
"Everyone goes out of the penalty station, how can a boy bully a girl, grab a girl's things, and pull a girl's hair."
"It’s all classmates, why do you want to call your classmates dead and fat, and go out to the penalty station."
Ning Shu and Xiao Fatzi went to the outside of the classroom, and the little fat man gave his head to Ning Shu. "Give it to you. I didn't expect you to be such a person. I also complained to the teacher."
Ningshu took the first flowers to tie the braids, "Next time you dare pull my hair, I let my two brothers beat you."
"You hate it, I don't play with you anymore." The little fat man moved to the side.
Ning Shu lowered his head and a drop of blood dripped on the ground.
Ning Shu stunned, feeling that the nose was warm, touched his nose with his hand, and touched the red blood.
Xiao Ningshu blocked his nose with his hand, but the blood continued to flow out.
"What's wrong with you, yeah, you have a nosebleed." The little fat man ran into the classroom and shouted: "Teacher, Ning Shu, she has a nosebleed."
The teacher came out and quickly took Ning Shu to the toilet, patted the neck with cold water, and stopped bleeding in various ways.
After the flow did not know how much blood, the nosebleed finally stopped.
Ning Shu was pale in the seat, stuffed with paper in his nostrils, and slept on the table.
The class that the teacher told was a bit unintelligible.
When I was out of school, Ning Rong came over to Ning Shu and saw Ning Shu’s nostrils stuffed with paper. He quickly asked,
What happened to you?

Ning Shu shook his head. "Nothing, it is nosebleed."
Ning Rong is a fifteen-year-old boy who is more mature than his second child, Ning Rong. "Go back and let Mom take you to the hospital."
"Oh, definitely not okay, but I always feel that I forgot something?" Ning Shu hammered his head and felt his head empty.
"The nosebleeds have drained the IQ?" Ning Rong squatted down. "I am carrying you."
Ning Shuyu is on the back of Ning Rong. "I seem to be dreaming, but I don’t remember what I dreamed of."
"You have forgotten your mind at home." Ning Rong said.
The juvenile's shoulders are not wide, and the look of wearing a shirt is handsome.
It is a template for girls' first love.
"What about the second brother?" asked Ning Shu.
"Play basketball."
When the talk went to the carport, Ning Rong pushed the car out.
Ning Shu sat in the back seat, leaning his head against Ning Rong's back.
It’s awkward and bloody.