"Dad, don't get used to them, when you get better, you have to go out to do physical work, how can you do it without supplementing some nutrition?"

Da Le said it is reasonable, full of thoughtfulness and concern. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

He Zuofu was already in tears in his heart, and smiled weakly: "Da Le, Dad is dizzy, he always wants to vomit, wouldn't it be a pity if he vomited again after eating?" Let's give them food. ”

"Whatever you want. I didn't have anything to eat in the morning. ”

If you hold on for another day, you may not have to go hungry tomorrow or face a terrible meal.

The moon rises, snoring sounds, and mosquitoes fly.

He Zuofu looked at the starry sky above the ceiling, frowning and pondering.

No matter how far away from the Sky Tower, he must go tomorrow to explain to the past "He Zuofu" that he is the future "He Zuofu", and let him beware of his cousin and Li Bing.

As for whether the "past self" believes in it, as long as you say a few things that only you know and have experienced, you can do it, right?

Nothing is a problem.

A slight slapping sound and the sound of turning over on the opposite bed attracted He Zuofu's attention, although he couldn't see clearly, he also knew that this dilapidated house with leaky air on all sides welcomed the arrival of mosquitoes with open arms at night. Mosquito bites at night are a common occurrence for these children.

If he had succeeded in stopping the conspiracy of the dog man and woman, would this "handsome" dad disappear now?

"Anyway, when I get back, I must help them."

At the same time, he felt a little sad in his heart, from his parents to him, he had sponsored Li Bing for more than ten years, from a girl in the mountains to a female college student now, but ......

I hope they will grow up in the future and not treat themselves like Libing.

He Zuofu shook his head again and laughed a few times, these children, of course he wouldn't fall in love with any of them...... He fell asleep with a beautiful fantasy in extreme hunger.

He Zuofu was woken up by a burst of chirping birds, opened his eyes, and saw a few sparrows peeking down, and a ball of things fell down quickly, just on the bridge of his nose, cool and silky, sticky. He Zuofu turned his head and wiped off the bird droppings on the "pillow", got out of bed, and looked around excitedly.

The children are gone, and the newspaper that was put together yesterday is gone.

"Goodbye kids! Although the relationship was short, I still had a good time. Hope your real dads come back! ”

He Zuofu went out with tears in his eyes.

After a series of shacks and countless greetings, He Zuofu walked out of the slums, and after several inquiries, came to the downtown area.

When he arrived in the city center, he knew the road, walked a few streets skillfully, looked at the twin towers of the Qingtian Building standing in front of him with tears in his eyes, and went straight to the doorman regardless of 3721.

"Is Mr. He there? I'm looking for him. ”

The doorman looked at him like a monster, covering his nose with one hand and waving an electric baton with the other: "Go, go, this is also where beggars can come?" Hurry up, hurry up, go away! ”

"This is a matter of human life, you have to help me!"

"Crazy beggar, if you don't leave, I'll call the security guard, and I'll beat you to death when the time comes!" The doorman continued to wield an electric baton.

"What's the matter with you, the doorman? How do you get a beggar to hang around the door? A majestic scolding sounded behind the doorman, and he hurriedly turned around and nodded: "Mr. He, I'll drive him away." ”

Mr. He?

He Zuofu looked at Mr. He, tall and handsome, wearing a very decent black suit, wearing sunglasses, a white flower pinned to the pocket of his clothes, and Li Bing next to him was holding him, a long black dress.

This...... What does that mean?

He Zuofu panicked, and at this time, his two arms were suddenly erected, dragged backwards to the steps and pushed down.

Goo dong goo dong goo dong dong he Zuofu rolled down the steps and fell heavily to the ground, but he didn't even have the heart to cry out for pain, and lay on the ground again to watch the dog man and woman leave proudly.

The security guard clapped his hands and left, and the doorman approached and squatted down: "If you don't leave, it's okay now?" This is not a place to ask for food, so you can go quickly. After thinking about it, he took out a dime and threw it on the ground.

"He's Mr. He?"

He Zuofu did not give up.

"yes!"

"Mr. He is not that ...... Is it short, ugly, ugly? Although I don't want to describe myself in this way, it is indeed the fastest way to distinguish myself from my cousin.

"You said that Mr. He! Dead for days all. ”

He Zuofu's head hit the ground with a "bang", it's over, it's all over.

Three hours later, He Zuofu walked in the downtown in a daze.

Six hours later, He Zuofu arrived in the suburbs next to the airport.

Nine hours later, He Zuofu was back in the city.

He was lost.

After spending three hours recognizing the fact that "himself" was dead, He Zuofu knew that he could only return to the house of the "handsome" father. But he couldn't remember where he got out of and how he got to the city center, and after walking with his impressions, he realized that he had come to the outskirts of the airport, and it didn't feel right. So he went back to the city center.

He Zuofu's legs were sore, and he sat on the steps of the city hall square, not knowing how to go back.

Street lights are flashing, and children with bouquets of roses are intercepting couples walking down the street.

Did Sile grab it today? If Da Le goes home and finds that the newspaper is not organized, will he be angry? Erle Sanle didn't know what kind of food he brought back...... Wule, Wule should be crying again.

He Zuofu buried his head in the middle of his arm, tired and hungry, and seemed to hear the cry of Wule in a daze, as well as the milky "Dad" voice.

I had auditory hallucinations.

It's no wonder that the first thing Dale said when he saw his father wake up was "Dad, you've slept for three days and three nights, get up." "Three days and three nights, plus one day today, the "handsome" father He Zuofu has not eaten for four days.

"What are you walking around with a concussion?"

A roar resounded through the pool in the city square, startling away countless people who were enjoying the shade.

Knowing that it was an auditory hallucination, He Zuofu was still shocked by this sentence and looked up.

Da Le hugged Wule, and Wule cried and pointed at himself: "Dad, Dad." ”

It's over, it's over, hallucinations.

"Come back with me! Shen to death! ”

Da Le stuffed the five music into He Zuofu's arms, and expanded his hands into a trumpet shape and put it to his mouth: "Two music, three music, four music!" ”

Da Le had a big voice He Zuofu knew it, but he didn't know that it was so penetrating, and the people around looked at the three beggars in rags, and one of them shouted loudly and hid to the side.

Three children came running from three directions.

"Daddy, Daddy!"

He Zuofu hugged Wule and cried with joy, and agreed tremblingly.

"Hey!"

He Zuofu, who originally thought he would be nauseous and vomiting but didn't have nausea and vomiting, after eating the "fragrant" dinner specially left for him by several children, Dale spoke: "Dad, you can't be like this in the future, you will run around without knowing it, let us worry about it." ”

He Zuofu nodded: "Hey." ”

"I don't think you'll be better for a while, so you can stack the newspapers at home."

"Oops."

So, the moonlight was bright, and He Zuofu squatted outside the house to sort out the newspaper by the moonlight.

The headline in Handelsblatt on July 19: "7?? 15 The case was solved, and the will of the deceased came into effect". The president of Zorg Advertising admitted that he was unwilling to inherit his cousin's career, claiming that he had never been involved in the IT industry and had no interest in it, and joked that if the so-called "family curse" did not befall him, he would pass his children to his cousin's name to inherit Qingtian Digital.

The headline in the Commercial Daily on July 18 reads: "The CEO of DynaSky Digital was buried today, and government leaders and business people went to pay their respects. ”

The headline of the evening newspaper on July 17: "Fate is good, family affection is not extinguished", subtitled: "The He family cannot escape the vicious circle of death, and the only bloodline frankly admits that it will face fate." "The founders of DynaSky Digital, He Zhenhua and his wife, died in a car accident when they were less than 40 years old, and less than a year ago, the mansion of his brother He Zhenzhong and his wife mysteriously caught fire, and both died of burns and ineffective treatment. Some people in the industry said that this was a family curse, and some senior monks and mages automatically asked Ying to wish He Zuoge, the only bloodline of the He family, to break this curse.

The headline in the Legal Times on July 16: "7?? 15 The case of falling from a building has been preliminarily solved", with the subtitle: "The death of the president of Qingtian Digital who fell from a building has preliminarily ruled out the possibility of homicide." "On the evening of July 15, the president of DynaSky Digital, Ho Zuofu, booked a suite on the top floor of the Hilton Hotel in the city, and the witness confirmed that his cousin accompanied him, but after the deceased entered the hotel, his cousin drove away, and someone provided him with an alibi at the time of the incident. No fingerprints of a second person were found in the on-site inspection suite except for the fingerprints of the cleaning staff, there were no traces of struggle and grasping at the balcony railing, the deceased tested for excessive alcohol concentration, and the hotel staff confirmed that the deceased had ordered red wine before his death and asked to have it delivered to the room. The autopsy results showed that the consistency with the fall was as high as 90%, and the handwriting of the will was completely consistent with the handwriting of the deceased before his death, and there were no traces of forgery.

"If you sort out the newspaper for Dale before you go out today, you don't have to run in vain today." After reading these headlines, He Zuofu first thought of this.

He stooped down and carried all the newspapers into the house, then wiped his sweat, tiptoed to his bed and took off his shoes, which had been battered by walking too far today, and the soles were cracked and the front was worn out with two holes.

He Zuofu lay on the bed as slightly and cautiously as possible, looking at the hole in the ceiling.

She applied all the professional knowledge she learned in college to herself.

Will? He never wrote a will. The handwriting that is completely consistent can only be made by Li Bing, who has been in correspondence with him for many years.

The cold and ruthless sentence "fifteen degrees to the right, throw", now that I think about it, He Zuofu has a chill in his back.

Libing Libing, how nice would it be if you were still that poor girl in the mountains?

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"Tang Sword Song" is coming to an end, different styles, different experiences, please advise

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