The imperial capital, which is still immersed in the atmosphere of the New Year, is filled with the smell of gunpowder smoke after firecrackers burning, which is the most important festival of the year for Chinese people, and it is also the best time to visit relatives and friends and exchange feelings.

In an ordinary residential community in the urban area, almost every unit has a red and gilded Spring Festival couplets pasted in front of the door, and from time to time there will be visitors from the open door to be sent out by the owner, and the two sides will exchange blessings at the door, and then each go to the next place, this process has a specific name...... New Year's greetings. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Wang Bing carried a box of fruits and gift boxes, and hurriedly walked into a residential building, which is the dormitory area of the education department, most of which are teachers, and the one he came over today is also the same, when the door was knocked on, it was already bustling inside.

"Hah, look who's coming."

"Wang Bing, you're late."

"I haven't seen you for more than a year, and I'm still so handsome."

......

In the jokes of old classmates, Wang Bing walked into the living room with a smile, he put things down, came to the sofa, and bowed to a middle-aged woman with gray hair: "Teacher Zhao, Happy New Year." ”

Seeing him, a trace of complicated emotions flashed in Mr. Zhao's eyes, but he still smiled and pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose: "You are here, sit down." ”

"Where's Uncle Han?" Before Wang Bing sat down, he looked around, there was no figure in the kitchen, and he originally asked out of politeness, but he was caught by those classmates and teased him.

"It's not Uncle Han that you want to ask."

"And who else?" A boy pretended to be his expression and asked in a subtle manner?

"Naturally, it's ......" The three boys and two girls in the room deliberately dragged out their tones together: "Xiaoyunbei!" ”

The uniform voice made Wang Bing's face suddenly red, and he was even a little at a loss, but fortunately, the work experience made him mature a lot, and he regained his composure after only a moment.

"I heard that Han Xiaoyun went to the United States, didn't she come back this year?"

Hearing her daughter's name, Teacher Zhao couldn't even maintain a reluctant smile on her face, so she had to hide it a little by lowering her head, and just answered his question talkatively: "She has only been there for a short time, and she has to work harder than others to keep up, so she will stay there for tutoring this year." ”

Perhaps it was because of the subtle embarrassment between the two that the students who had been in society for more than a year were somewhat aware of it, and they didn't know what was going on, so they quickly ended the topic and started to talk about some interesting things in school, which made the atmosphere lively again.

Looking at the energetic students around her, Teacher Zhao's face showed a relieved smile, and only in such a chattering noise could she temporarily forget those unpleasantness and thoughts of her daughter on the other side of the ocean.

Wang Bing in the crowd seemed very quiet, which reminded her of the boy's appearance when he first entered her class, with a thin body, a vigilant gaze, and a coldness that rejected people thousands of miles away, and the only one who could play with him was his elf-like daughter, naughty and eccentric, but so well-behaved that it made people feel distressed.

"Sit down, I'll cut some fruit." She held back the tears that were about to fall, stood up without saying anything, and walked into the kitchen, there was a moment of silence in the living room, and the classmates turned their heads to each other, and their eyes all looked at Wang Bing without exception, because all this happened after his arrival.

Wang Bing, who felt this gaze, had to stand up, he wanted to say goodbye to the teacher before leaving, but as soon as he walked to the door of the kitchen, he heard a burst of sobbing, Wang Bing lowered his head, slowed down his pace, and looked at the old man's back, and the voice was difficult to squeeze out.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Zhao."

Suddenly hearing a voice, Teacher Zhao wiped his face in a panic, looked back and found that it was him, and stopped in his hand that was cutting fruit: "I know, Xiaoyun, she has liked you since she was a child, and when she grows up, she is the only one in her heart, if you don't like her, why don't you make it clear in the morning, you have to ......"

Before Mr. Zhao finished speaking, the mobile phone in her pocket rang, and she took it out to look at it, with some confusion on her face, because the display on the screen was from the United States, but it was not her daughter's number.

“...... Yes, I am, what do you say? Xiaoyun, what's wrong with my Xiaoyun. Teacher Zhao's voice suddenly amplified, and even brought a hint of crying: "This is impossible!" ”

"What's wrong with Han Xiaoyun?" Wang Bing's heart tightened.

"They say, they say Xiaoyun is in the United States...... Committed suicide. ”

After Mr. Zhao finished this sentence with a dull gaze, the mobile phone fell to the ground with a "snap", and the person was paralyzed all of a sudden, Wang Bing was so shocked by the news that he lost his mind, and when he reacted, the person had fallen to the floor, closing his eyes tightly and not reacting.

On the other side of the ocean, in the United States, due to the difference in time zones, New York and the imperial capital are exactly twelve hours apart, and at nine o'clock in the evening, the door of the operating room on the 14th floor of Block C of Langone Medical Center finally opened, and the exhausted Scott smiled to the family members waiting outside.

"Thank God, this is an unforgettable moment in my surgical career, everything is as accurate as a textbook, it is an unparalleled masterpiece, you don't have to worry, it went very well, and as long as he gets through the one-week quarantine period, there is no strong rejection, I can guarantee that this heart will stay with him for more than ten years."

As soon as Su Wei heard this, he stood up from Liu Yu's arms, looked at him with teary eyes, and was overflowing with joy: "Brother, Xiaochen, he doesn't have to die, did you hear it, he came back to life." ”

"I heard it, Xiaochen is fine, you're too tired, you have to go back to the hotel to rest now."

"But I want to be here with him, I don't want him to wake up and not see me."

Liu Yu's gaze swept over the man on the side, he knew what his wife was worried about, and asked Dr. Scott with his eyes, who glanced at the three of them and turned to talk to a doctor.

"The doctor said that it may take another six or seven hours for the patient to wake up, and that you can't go into the isolation room during that time, but you can take a look outside, and as for the lady, she can stay in that room and take a break."

"Thank you, Doctor, we'll pay you accordingly."

This should be regarded as an exception, since the hospital has no opinion, he doesn't want his wife to run back to the hotel again, in that case, he will definitely not sleep well, Liu Yu half hugged her, and the two came to the window of the isolation room, Su Chen closed his eyes tightly, lying on a hospital bed, with tubes inserted all over his body, and an oxygen mask on his head, Su Wei covered her mouth with her hands, and forcibly held back the voice, it was the first time she saw her brother's appearance, if it weren't for Dr. Scott's words, I was afraid that she would not be able to hold it anymore.

Sent his wife to Su Chen's previous ward, Liu Yu took off her coat and covered the quilt, and fell asleep like this, under his caressing, Su Wei gently closed her eyes, waited for almost eight hours in a row with a nervous mood, and soon fell asleep as soon as she relaxed.

In fact, Liu Yu himself was also very tired, he had been busy all day and experienced such a tense event, almost to the point where he could fall asleep upside down, and his wife's sound sleep made him even more so, but before his head was lying up, he heard a very soft voice behind him.

The door was pushed open a crack, and a man's figure stood there looking at them fixedly, Liu Yu stood up to block his view, pulled his hand out of her palm, helped his wife cover the quilt, and after seeing that she was indeed sleeping soundly, he turned around and retreated.

"Something to say." Liu Yu unceremoniously brought the door and pointed in the direction of the mouth.

Although the man was a little unwilling, he still followed him, and the two came to the entrance of the building, Liu Yu turned his back to him, looking at the outside world through the glass window, Manhattan at night, those buildings with a sense of history and modern buildings complement each other, reflecting the prosperity and status of this world-class city.

"You're Xiaowei's husband, Mr. Liu, I don't think you know me yet, I'm ......" The man was interrupted before he finished speaking.

"I think you're mistaken, first, Su Wei is my wife, she has no other relatives except her brother, I don't care who you are, please stay away from us in the future."

"Second." Liu Yu turned his head and did not hide the disgust in his heart: "I don't want to know you, and no matter what your intentions are here, it's best to put it away, hide as far as you can, otherwise I don't mind taking any measures." ”

"You...... Why do you say that? I'm their ......."

"Don't say that word, you don't deserve it! Ever since you left your wife and children to run to the free world, you have lost your qualifications. Liu Yu interrupted him again and said coldly: "I know that you have someone behind you, but it doesn't mean that there is no way to take you." ”

"I'm a little curious, you have done so many things, betrayed all your colleagues, friends, relatives, how much did the Americans give you? Is it 10 million dollars? His words made the man tremble all over, and what he thought was secret was actually told by an unknown person.

"It's a world of money, and you say, if I offer a reward of $10 million on the Internet, how many Americans will cry and shout for your life? How likely is it that the organization behind you is desperate for your worthless little life? There is no one in this world who can't be bought, only the price that you can't afford, you might as well think about it, how much is your life worth? ”

In the midst of the man's astonishment, Liu Yu patted him on the shoulder and walked past him, and when he was about to approach the ward, he glanced back, and the man was still standing there until a white man stepped forward and dragged him into the elevator, his eyes only glanced at the white man's body, and then moved away, and a woman who came over in a hurry caught his attention.

The woman's outfit was strange, the air-conditioner was on in the hallway, but she was wrapped in clothes, a scarf blocked most of her face, and her eyes were blocked by a pair of huge sunglasses, and even a deep hat on her forehead, like a walking mummy.

It's just that when the mummy walked to his side, Liu Yu heard a familiar voice, the tone was very strange, like someone pinching his throat, to be precise, this tone he had heard not long ago.

"That female companion of yours is injured, and she's in the emergency room on the fifth floor." That's right, it was the mysterious woman who brought them out of the dock, and what surprised Liu Yu was not why Han Xiaoyun was injured.

After saying this, Ding Wenjun planned to go out directly through the corridor from the other end, but she didn't expect her arm to be grabbed, and then, she heard a cry that might only appear in a dream, which shocked her heart, and her footsteps stopped involuntarily.

"Reiko?"