Hongguo seemed to have returned to the past, and tears slipped down from the corners of his eyes, falling on Mao Eighteen's pants, cold and silky.

Mao 18 gently wiped away the tears with his fingers, but there was still a wipe away, there was.

Hongguo's tears flowed silently and quietly, without whimpering, and it looked distressing.

Mao Eighteen hugged Hongguo tightly, using his body to warm Hongguo's wounded heart.

Hongguo is as well-behaved as a little rabbit, and continues to tell her story like a dream.

Later, my father was diagnosed with liver cancer, which was already at an advanced stage.

My father suddenly quit drinking and began to cook for Hongguo every day.

My father asked Hongguo to go to school and said, "Son, although my knowledge is useless, I hope you will be able to use it one day."

Hongguo's heart was in a mess, he didn't know what he would think when his father saw him in the hotel one day. Although he is trying to make money to treat his father's illness.

My father would always ask how much the medicine he was taking, 1,500 yuan a bottle of medicine, and Hongguo told his father five cents a piece.

My father smiled and said, I didn't expect such a cheap medicine to be so manageable, and the pain was much lighter.

Mao Eighteen's eyes were moist, he hadn't cried for a long time, and he suddenly felt very comfortable with tears.

Cold tears fell on Hongguo's face, Hongguo stretched out her soft little hand to wipe it for Mao Eighteen, and said, Brother, you are crying.

Mao Shibai smiled, picked up the red fruit and asked simply, are you willing to follow me for the rest of your life.

Hongguo looked at Mao Eighteen in surprise, and didn't know what Mao Eighteen meant for a while.

Mao 18 asked again, saying, I hope to give you a warm harbor for your boat to dock.

Hongguo's face turned red with excitement. I was so excited that I almost screamed.

But this expression didn't last more than three seconds, and Hongguo sat down again.

Mao 18 asked, what's wrong, you don't like it.

Hongguo said, I don't believe it's true, I'm afraid you will regret it later.

Mao 18 said, I never regret what I have done.

Hongguo suddenly pressed Mao Eighteen on the bed and kissed Mao Eighteen deeply.

The light in the room was soft, like the soft and long moaning of red fruits. A spring rose blooms on the snow-white sheets.

After the passion, Hongguo lay in Mao Eighteen's arms and fell asleep tiredly.

Mao Eighteen's eyes widened and he looked at the ceiling.

He wanted to kill Tian Lili, and he had disappointed him.

Maybe it is impossible for me and Tian Lili to know each other at all, or to meet at all.

Mao Shibai turned off the light in the room and lay quietly with Hongguo's soft body in his arms.

At this moment, he suddenly understood what the harmony of yin and yang is in this world, that is, there must be a woman by a man's side, and there must be a woman who loves him, likes him, and relies on him.

Mao Shibai felt that his mood was much better, and the frustration in the past disappeared without a trace.

Women bring not only physical satisfaction, but also inner touching and responsibility.

I must make a career, so that my women, my parents, and my brothers and sisters can raise their heads and be people, walk on the street with their heads held high, and live without looking at other people's faces, and not have to bow down to ask for alms.

Let the children who can't afford to go to school have books to read, so that they don't cry in the open field, barefoot, with a whip in one hand and a tattered textbook in the other.

Don't let them become the laughing stock of many people, don't let that hateful joke pass on, they won't only have sheep in their hearts, they won't just know that when they grow up, they will marry a daughter-in-law, have a baby, raise sheep, and so on in an endless cycle.

Everyone should have their own ideals, every ideal deserves respect, and every respect requires hard work.

Let those lonely old men and women look at every morning and dusk with a smile on their faces.

So that they no longer have to live on the streets, watching the contents of the garbage bins day and night.

If possible, build another hospital so that patients like Hongguo's father can be detected and treated earlier.

Today's drugs are simply extremely expensive, and after they come out of the manufacturer, they go to the hands of the patients, and the profits are almost increased dozens of times in the middle, which is really fucking murderous.

Mao Shibai felt that he was getting more and more energetic, and his body seemed to be full of strength.

The WeChat on the phone rang again, it was Tian Lili.

What came over was a photo, half-lying and half-lying, wearing a pajamas.

There is a text below, I hope that your heart is like my heart, and I will live up to my love.

Mao Eighteen's head was suddenly messed up, and he said in his heart, hey, what can I do about this, Tian Lili.

Mao 18 got off the bed lightly and sat in the corner and lit a cigarette.

Cigarette butts flickered in the darkness, and the faint smell of tobacco permeated the room.

Mao Shibai did not deny that he liked Tian Lili in his heart, but he had an indescribable feeling.

likes but can't get close, or can't get close intellectually, which makes Mao 18 a little crazy.

It wasn't because of Rouge's intimidation, Mao Eighteen was never afraid of these things, he only believed in his dagger or fist.

What he fears is Tian Lili's family background, mysterious and unfathomable.

When he was with her, there was always an invisible pressure that made Mao Shibai feel very tired and exhausted.

I don't want to be with Hongguo, let him relax, let him know that he is a man.

Yes, Tian Lili doesn't need care, she doesn't need his pity. In this way, the image of Mao Eighteen men has completely lost its meaning, so in front of Tian Lili, Mao Eighteen is dispensable and humble.

Although Tian Lili was very good to him, Mao Shibai had never felt the same feeling as Hongguo.

Mao Shibai looked at WeChat on his phone, he didn't know how to reply, he was still talking about love just now, but now everything has changed, he is already a man with red fruits, isn't it enough to say to Tian Lili that he loves you and likes you.

Mao Shibai pressed out the cigarette butt, and his fingers quickly tapped on the keyboard.

Just now, my heart has been given to someone else, I'm sorry, I'm not the man who buried you in my previous life.

Mao Eighteen let out a long breath, and felt that his whole body was relaxed.

After a long time, Tian Lili came back with a message and said, I am waiting for you, waiting for you with my life.

Mao Shibai smiled bitterly, feeling guilty to death, and at this time, there was a slight noise next door.

Mao Eighteen stood up all of a sudden, and the sixth sense told him that the two people were about to act.

Mao Eighteen also changed his clothes and quietly hid in the dark and looked at Yiqiē outside.