Chapter 2858: Losing yourself, ca n’t bear to lose you (8)

Chu Luo bowed his head and said nothing, and the third uncle said nothing. In fact, the third uncle was also worried. After all, this is a plague, not anything else.
"I didn't do it on purpose, I just wanted to be a big brother, and Mian Mian was really unhappy, so I went with her." Chu Luo whispered.
"Yes, grandma knows, your dad also knows that our beanbags are good children." Yuma said, and patted her body. "Well, eat something early and rest. Do n’t worry about it, they wo n’t It's okay. "
Chu Luo nodded, and quietly withdrew the painting. "Grandma, please help me persuade my dad, I didn't mean it, so he shouldn't be mad at me."
"Stupid boy, how could your father be mad at you?" Yuma said with a smile, then turned and went out.
After Mom left, Chu Luo leaned on a stool and held an album. Finally, she thought about it, picked up the pen and started to paint. This time it was not the characters, but the tragic scene that she saw.
That scene should be seen by people all over the world.
Therefore, three days later, when Chuluo's muddy condition entered a high-risk period, a painting by Chu Luoyi on his official website shocked the world. The merciless abuse of the flood, and people and animals floating on the destroyed river Trees and everything that is startling.
Donations began to be initiated, and doctors around the world began contacting health care workers here to indicate their desire to participate in the research.
Shui'anluo has not been home for three days. Basically, only Chuluoyi and Yuma are left in the family, and a servant is needed.
"Beanbag, beanbag--"
As soon as Chu Luo watched his paintings increase by thousands of times per second, Yu's mother quickly opened the door, almost trembling with a voice.
"Your brother, your brother is critically ill."
Chu Luo paused for a moment, almost fell off the stool, and ran across, "What did you say?"
"Your dad just called to let you go, your brother, your brother—" Yu Ma hadn't finished talking, and Chu Luo had run out, even without shoes, and ran to the garage barefoot. .
hospital.
Chu Luomu has been in a deep coma for six hours. Everyone is guarding outside, and only An Xinyue has been holding his hand by the bed and talking to him.
Chu Ningyi stood at the door and clenched her hands, looking at Chu Luoxian lying inside through the glass.
This son, he spends too little time with it, his memory is only people's words to him, without his own knowledge.
[Lao Chu, your son is terrific. He had broken your record of blindfolding and firing. 】
[Lao Chu, how did your son give birth? Look at my son's straw bag. You do n’t have to take too long to catch up with your son. 】
[Lao Chu, let me tell you something. Luo Jui has just returned from a foreign country and is young. She will definitely be bullied when she goes to the special war brigade. Would you like to go there and tell me in advance? 】
[Fuck, Lao Chu, is your son going against the sky? It was twenty-one when you lifted our headquarters alone. Your son turned us off at twenty. 】
...
His son has been proud of himself since he was very young. In the past 20 years, he has never done anything to disappoint him.
Except, now, he was lying inside.
The palm of the palm was hurt by the fingertips, and Chu Jiyi kept staring at the people inside.