For many years, they have been bullied and oppressed, and they have been disappointed in the public security organs, and after many years, they finally got their wish.

The people are lovely people, no matter before, just look at the day and night, in a short period of time, Chen Jianzhou's office has been filled with a lot of pennants, which makes him feel ashamed.

Twenty or thirty years ago, Lao Chen just retired from the army and joined the police, and he was full of enthusiasm at that time, but people will change with external factors.

"You're leaving? To be honest, I can't bear it, but I know that you are busy, and it is already a blessing that my old Chen has cultivated for several lifetimes to be able to stay here, Section Chief Xing, if you have the opportunity, don't forget my old friend."

Chen Jianzhou shook hands with them warmly, and knew that it was impossible for his small temple to keep these big Buddhas, but it was really thanks to them that he could solve this big trouble this time.

The director's office, Xing Shisan is here, the little girl is here, and Uncle Riki is also there, but Cangyue is missing.

The little girl had asked more than once, but Xing Shisan didn't want to say it.

He was now desperate to go to the capital, grabbed Xing Madhu and asked, why?

After a while, my mind slowly relaxed.

After a moment's pause, he smiled slightly, and said, "Chen Ju is polite, if I have the opportunity, I will come to the door to disturb, but there is one more thing I want to trouble you."

Chen Jianzhou was stunned, there was still this mysterious department that needed his Lao Chen's help, it was an honor, and he couldn't wait to say: "Section Chief Xing, please say, I will do my best to help."

"I heard that Hua Linglong's daughter is still in your bureau, I think it may be better for her to change the environment." Thinking of the responsibility entrusted to him by Sister Hua before she died, as well as the poor girl Huihui, he had a lot of loss.

At that time, he was able to save Hua Linglong and reunite their mother and daughter.

What she can do, maybe that's the best relief.

The deceased is gone, leaving behind a wounded little girl, no matter how strong she is, she is only a minor child.

"That kid ......" Lao Chen sighed and said: "This incident hit her very hard, and she is still in Qucheng People's Hospital, exhausted, and she can't slow down for a while."

……

Qucheng Hospital.

After completing the treatment, Xing Shisan pushed his wheelchair and took him out of the inpatient building.

The entrance is a green meadow, caressed by the warm sun.

Huihui seemed lifeless.

In the past, there was still a mother, even if the mother was poor, there was still a person to quarrel with, but now, there is not even a little thought, and the whole world is dark.

"You wait here, I'll talk to her." After stopping a few protective policemen and Chen Jianzhou, Riki and others, Xing Shisan slowly pushed the wheelchair forward.

"Come with me, I'll take you somewhere else, no one knows, start from scratch". His voice was like a cloud in the sky, with a purity that shook the soul.

Although Xing Shisan's medical skills are all over the sky, the only thing that can't be cured is precisely heart disease, even though there is a trace of ethereal fairy sound in his voice.

Huihui's eyes were glazed, and she heard it, but her eyes didn't move in the slightest, and she didn't have the heart to pay attention to the idlers around her now.

Many years ago, my father left, leaving only mother and daughter to rely on each other, and the two have very different concepts, but it is better than living alone in the world.

Later, she learned that her mother was forced to do everything so that she could live well.

Without her, all the good and bad things in the world seem to have nothing to do with her.

Xing Shisan also had an inexplicable sentimentality in his eyes, and his experience was, in a sense, much more desolate than Huihui.

"Idle is idle, I'll tell you a story!" He also doesn't care if the grass is clean or not. sat down, greeted the sun, and spoke slowly.

It was a sad story, in which the protagonist was himself, and he told almost all of his experiences over the past nine years, except that he didn't tell where he came from.

Since childhood, his mother died in childbirth, and his father is like a madman, with a unique paranoia and stubbornness, and since the fateful battle nine years ago, they have inevitably had to continue this game.

Staying abroad for eight years is more exciting than movies and TV, and even a little more mythical, and there is also brotherly friendship, butterfly island, mysterious base, and mirage, which made him relive the warmth of his family.

But his powerful inner world still came out of the illusory world, and at that moment, no one knew how reluctant he was.

Many people resent why their parents were farmers, and God knows how much a motherless child longs for that affection.

What is money?

It's downplayed, it's just a pile of waste paper, life doesn't bring it to death, it's enough to spend.

Family harmony is more important than anything else.

Hua Linglong left a lot of money for Huihui, but she would rather have nothing, only hoping that her mother could stand by her side again.

But that has become a luxury.

From noon to sunset, Chen Jianzhou had left silently, after all, there were still many things waiting for him to deal with in the bureau.

Huihui finally raised her eyes and looked deeply at this strong man who was connected to her common illness.

He has an iron will, he sacrificed too much in order to find his father, and now that his lover has left him, he still stands here tenaciously and tells her about life.

At this moment, Huihui was moved and figured it out, she wants to live well, even if she is able to blind her mother under Jiuquan, she has to live a better life than others.

"The sun rises and sets, the earth is autobiographed and revolves, human beings seem small and ignorant, if you want to protect the people around you, you must cheer yourself up and make yourself strong enough, so strong that you can no longer cover your eyes on this day, maybe at that moment, you are not unable to see your mother".

Ethereal, Xing Shisan's ethereal voice sounded, which had already transcended the scope of Huihui's cognition.

Her eyes flickered, and with a hint of hope, she said, "Are you telling the truth?"

Xing Shisan nodded, and a ray of light that covered the sky and the sun shot out from his pupils: "Legend has it that there have been seven realms and six realms since the beginning of the world, haven't you watched TV, mortals go to hell after death, even if she drinks Meng Po soup, you can also make trouble in the underworld like Sun Wukong, find the Yin and Yang judge to look at the book of life and death, there is also a possibility, your mother can't rest assured of you, become a ghost cultivator, and don't enter the underworld, maybe she is watching you not far away."

This can't be regarded as a deception, but it can also be regarded as a white lie, everyone says that Sun Wukong is making trouble in the underworld, and the ten Yamas are helpless against him, but how many people in the entire Seven Realms and Six Realms can reach his level in cultivation?

Besides, after drinking Meng Po soup, even if you find Hua Linglong's reincarnation, what's the point?

But for Huihui, it is a kind of hope and a driving force to move forward, her lifelong goal has been established, to be a person like Sun Wukong, she can come and go to the underworld, look through the book of life and death, and find Hua Linglong.

"Can you give it to me to cultivate"?

"Of course"!

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Queqiao - a sightseeing bridge in Qucheng, vehicles are prohibited from coming and going on the bridge.

Many romantic couples come here to witness their undying love.

In the middle of the bridge lay a huge chain, which was now covered with dense concentric locks.

Single men and women will not miss it, as its name suggests, it is destined to meet thousands of miles away, and there are not a few people who get married on the bridge every year.

It's a bridge full of legends.

Lovelorn people ask, why not give them the direction of love?

The lovelorn person prays, ask him or her to change his or her mind!

Lovelorn people wait for that reunion inadvertently.

Sakura is one of the many lovelorn people, and perhaps she may be even more tragic than them, because she has always been alone in unrequited love.

"Queqiao, everyone is like a god in you, can you tell me whether I should continue to fight or give up"?

Having come to this point, she is really lost.

I once thought that leaving, using time to dilute all my thoughts, it turned out that its effect is not very big, when I miss a person, what space, what time, is not as real as the heart.

That kind of faint longing always lingers in my heart inadvertently, like a ghost, stationed in my heart.

The reunion a few years later lit up the darkness in her heart, but it didn't illuminate the whole heart, and she took a sharp turn again.

As the saying goes, women chase men, but why does it never work in her and his world.

The Hunan girl is intentional, and the king of Xiang is always so ruthless.

How many times has she always felt that she was cheap enough, obviously she was not wanted, why did she have to lick her face and humiliate herself?

But in the world of feelings, there is no reason at all, even if you kowtow and bleed, even if you are criticized?

Just like many people scold the junior now, then I can only say - the scolding is good, they really should be scolded.

Many people do whatever it takes to get to the top, but there are also many juniors who are poor worms who don't tie their crony properly and destroy other people's feelings, which is moral turpitude.

But at the right time, in the right place, isn't it a pessimism that you didn't meet the right person?

Do they like to be scolded? Are they born vixens, for love, they lose a lot, but gain very little.

It can only be said that fate always likes to play tricks on people!

……

The people under the sightseeing bridge, strange and familiar figures, come and go, weaving into a complex world.

It's like what the famous poem is called -- the bright moonlight in front of the bed, and two pairs of shoes on the ground......

Cousin, don't make trouble, can't I cultivate my sentiments quietly?

Just as I watched the scenery on the bridge, the people under the bridge also looked at me.

Standing in different positions, there is always a little difference in the scenery.

Just like the falling cherry blossoms on the bridge, Ah Zhong under the bridge.

It was a kind of induction that traveled through thousands of years, and in the darkness, they looked at each other.

Half a minute of staring -

Ah Zhong made a move that surprised everyone, knelt on one knee, looked up, full of sincerity, and said affectionately: "Luo Ying, marry me"!