The night was getting deeper and deeper, and Wang Hao put his hands together and breathed.

"There is no fare, I guess I have to go back in the middle of the night," Wang Hao.

Wang Hao quickened his pace, he didn't want Sister Jiu to worry about him anymore.

The most heart-wrenching person who lost Yaoyao was Wang Hao, but Sister Jiu's pain was no worse than Wang Hao.

Stomping his feet, Wang Hao ran.

The direction of home was in the depths of the night, and the painful feeling of helplessness once again swallowed Wang Hao.

Wang Yao, his sister died.

Holding back his sadness, Wang Hao accelerated and ran.

In his heart, he firmly believed that Wang Yao was not dead, but when he saw Wang Yao's jet-black body in the fire brigade, he instantly collapsed.

What is the purpose of living in this world, is it for dreams?

No, not at all, what's the use of dreaming if your loved ones aren't around.

However, the old beggar told him the day before yesterday that Wang Yao was not dead, and it was possible to come back from the dead, which ignited the fire of hope in Wang Hao's heart.

Wang Hao, who didn't believe in ghosts and gods, believed the words of the old beggar at that moment, in a certain mood.

Wang Yao will definitely come back!

When I arrived at the Royal View Apartment, it was already two o'clock in the middle of the night.

Wang Hao's physical fitness is jaw-dropping, and he ran back the whole time.

Looking at the familiar apartment building, Wang Hao bent over, touched his knees, and gasped for breath.

Walk to the apartment.

The door to the apartment was open, and there was a bright light shining into the hallway.

Wang Hao walked in slowly.

The light in the living room was on, and on the wide sofa, Sister Jiu leaned on the sofa, and Qiu Xiaoxin leaned on her arms next to her.

In the quiet living room, there was only the faint sound of breathing, and the two of them fell asleep wrapped in a thin blanket.

When Wang Hao saw this scene, he touched his nose and couldn't help but feel sour.

The door is not closed in the middle of the night, the lights are bright at home, and Sister Jiu and Qiu Xiaoxin are sleeping in the living room.

All of this is just to wait for Wang Hao to go home.

Or they firmly believe that Wang Hao will come back.

Wang Hao walked over cautiously, and she looked at the color photo of Wang Yao on the table.

He picked it up and looked at Wang Yao, who was smiling brightly in the photo, rubbing his thumb and being extremely gentle.

Walking up to Sister Wine, he leaned over.

Sister Jiu didn't know what kind of dream she had, her beautiful forehead was wrinkled, and Wang Hao stretched out his hand to smooth Sister Jiu's forehead.

At this moment, Sister Jiu seemed to feel something, his body moved, and then slowly opened his eyes.

Familiar faces come into view.

"Is Xiao Hao you?" Sister Jiu muttered to herself.

Wang Hao smiled and said, "Sister Jiu is me." ”

Qiu Xiaoxin next to her also moved a few times and woke up.

"It can't be a dream!" Sister Jiu stretched out her hand and touched Wang Hao's face.

The gentle touch of the muscles, not a dream, Wang Hao is really back.

"Xiao Hao, where have you been!" Sister Jiu hugged Wang Hao, and tears flowed unstoppably like a dam that had burst the embankment.

Where have you go, it contains how much worry Sister Jiu has, how much fear, how much sadness.

Sister Jiu is afraid that if Wang Hao never comes back, she will return to her former self and become the person who is autistic and unwilling to communicate.

"Brother!" With a crisp child's voice, Qiu Xiaoxin also hugged her with tears streaming down her face.

Looking at Qiu Xiaoxin, he seemed to see Wang Yao.

Wang Hao couldn't hold back any longer, and he burst into tears instantly.

"I'm back, Sister Jiu, Yaoyao, Xiaoxin, I'm back," Wang Hao said in a choked voice.

The three of them wept or cried, and the sad mood of being lost and regained cannot be described in words.

"Don't leave me again, okay, Xiao Hao" Sister Lihua raised her head and said to Wang Hao.

In his memory, Wang Yao on the hospital bed also said this to him.

"Sister Jiu, I won't leave you again," Wang Hao said.

Wang Hao touched the heads of Sister Jiu and Qiu Xiaoxin, and after a few minutes, the two fell asleep deeply.

But at this time, Sister Jiu had a smile on her face, because Wang Hao was back, and the only reason for him to live was back.

The next day, Wang Hao stepped on the train back to Beihai City.

The hustle and bustle reminded him of his father.

Sister Jiu will continue to stay in the capital city for a while because of work, and Wang Hao returned to Beihai City because the mysterious old beggar had said Wang Yao's last wish.

He thought about it, and he could only know when he returned to his home in Beihai City.

Microsoft's breeze blew on Wang Hao's face, and the train was very fast, and it took half a day to arrive in Beihai City.

Stepping on this apprentice who has lived in this area for more than ten years, Wang Hao is full of emotion, obviously the days of going to the capital city are only a few months, but there is a feeling of being like a few years, and there are too many things he has experienced in the capital city.

"Wang Hao! You're back," a familiar voice remembered behind him.

A little beautiful woman with bared tiger teeth ran towards him.

"Blowing snow, why are you here!" Wang Hao was a little surprised.

Shangguan Chuixue hugged Wang Hao.

This long-lost familiar skin touch calmed Wang Hao's mood.

Shangguan Chuixue smiled, and she said, "It's Sister Jiu who called, please ask me." ”

Wang Hao's heart warmed, Sister Jiu was always thinking about him.

Shangguan Chuixue proposed: "You should be hungry when you come back from so far, let's go eat the famous hot pot in this neighborhood." ”

Wang Hao chrysanthemum tightened, and hurriedly waved his hand and said, "Let's eat something else." ”

Last night, it was very refreshing to eat hot pot, but early this morning, he understood what life is better than death.

"Okay, then let's go eat steamed fish, it's delicious," Shangguan Chuixue said.

came to the restaurant and ordered food, but Wang Hao didn't eat.

"Eat, Wang Hao, why don't you eat, isn't it delicious?" Shangguan Chuixue asked questioningly.

Wang Hao's expression was serious, and he said, "Blowing snow, I have something to tell you." ”

Shangguan Chuixue was a little overwhelmed by Wang Hao's sudden seriousness.

"Uh-huh, you say it, I'll listen carefully!"

"I'm going to form a team and play professionally!" Wang Hao said word by word.

"It's good to play professionally, I support ......" Before Shangguan Fuxue finished speaking, her eyes opened as the boss.

"What! You're really going to play professionally! Shangguan Chuixue's excited chopsticks fell to the ground.

Wang Hao said with a smile: "This is true, so would you like to come to my team and be the chief shooter and vice captain." ”

Shangguan Chuixue's tears fell in her eyes, how long did she wait for this sentence.

That is an agreement that only belongs to Wang Hao and Shangguan Chuixue to play professionally together.

"I do!!" Shangguan Chuixue was a little crying when he said this.

"Okay, I officially accept my fate in the name of the quasi-god stinging, and the quasi-king Shangguan Chuixue will become a part of my team!"

Wang Hao stretched out his fist, and his eyes signaled Shangguan to blow the snow.

Shangguan Chuixue stood up, stretched out his show hand, clenched into a fist and collided with Wang Hao's fist.

"The itch is coming again, and the quasi-kings are all retreating!" The two looked at each other and smiled, and shouted this slogan in unison.