As dusk fell, two figures roamed the bustling streets, and on the shoulders of one rode a little girl who looked less than seven or eight years old.

"I said that the two of us will really fall into blood mold, I thought that after tying up the daughter of this big warlord, I would not have to go to the tomb to fight in the future."

"Who would have thought that this was to find a little ancestor for himself, fat man, I am also a young man who is less than thirty years old, and I don't know that I still think that Lao Tzu is a single father."

The slightly bloated fat man put his shoulder on the little girl, and he couldn't help but complain in frustration.

The tall and thin man in a leather jacket next to him couldn't help but laugh and said, "You kidnapped the person, so you should have found a future daughter-in-law." ”

"Fart, fat man, I haven't married a daughter-in-law yet, where did I get my son."

"I don't want to be a daughter-in-law for this big fat man, I want to be a child daughter-in-law for my brother."

The little girl rode on the fat man's shoulder, obviously a little familiar, and as a hostage, she didn't have the slightest sense of fear.

This sentence provoked the young thin man called "brother" next to him with a black line, and the fat man next to him laughed back.

"Hahahaha."

"Go, go, find your fat uncle to have fun."

The two of them stopped at the entrance of a theater with the child on their shoulders, and the melodious tone accompanied by gongs and drums echoed in their ears.

"Hey, is the old theater team changing corners today, and the voice is even better than before."

The fat man stood at the door and indulged for a while, turned around and leaned out a few pieces of the ocean and stepped in, the two of them were influenced by their childhoods and liked to listen to the drama the most.

It's just that the little girl on her shoulder is the first time to come to this kind of place, and she can't help but be a little flustered when she sits in the crowd with her tall and thin "brother" holding hands.........

"It's Valentine's Day, so you're not going to give me any gifts."

I was turning around to clean the rental house, but I faintly heard Ryoko sleeping in her bed.

At this moment, he suddenly remembered that he had secretly registered at the hospital in the city center, and he would be late for a while.

After being with Ryoko, the two of them still have some savings, and I have been cooperating with the doctor to treat cancer, and now it is in the final stage.

Facing a new life in the future, I am full of longing, after all, a thirty-year-old uncle has a beautiful girlfriend of nineteen, this kind of thing is not something that everyone will encounter.

After receiving treatment, the color of the black phlegm that I often coughed up gradually became normal, but this time in the morning, it was still bloodshot, and I couldn't help but have a bad premonition in my heart.

However, when the diagnosis came, it was not true.

My guess really worked.

"This is advanced lung cancer, and now our country's medical methods have just started, and there is nothing that can be done about it."

"Of course, you can also choose to go to the United States for professional treatment, but in addition to the huge expenses, the hope of surviving is extremely slim."

Standing on the bench in the hospital corridor, I watched as the corpses that had failed to be rescued from the operating room were slowly pushed out, and the desperate cries of the family members deeply irritated the eardrums.

The deceased was a groom-to-be who was about to get married, and the beautiful bride in a wedding dress fainted several times in the promenade of the hospital and cried into a tearful person.

She hugged the body of the groom in the car accident and cried in despair, and this scene touched me deeply.

"Ryoko is still young, I can't ruin her life."

I borrowed a pen and paper from the nurse, and after a few measurements, I learned to write a few words of "heart-punishing" on paper in Qiong Yao's novel.

In the evening, when I saw through the lit glass that Yoshiko was preparing a Valentine's Day Japanese meal, I quickly left with the envelope in the crack of the door.

It's just that when I turned around, I, a dignified seven-foot man, were completely speechless and wept, and I wasn't afraid of the sudden loss of this relationship.

It's whether she will really believe it when she sees the letter and treat me as a complete scumbag.

Before I met her, I had suffered such great grievances as being a fugitive, but this time it was really sad.

Sitting under the street lamp and crying with a wine bottle almost fainted, the next second I saw Ryoko who was looking around in the distance and was desperately hiding like a thief.

Under the street lamp, her thin and petite figure desperately searched for me in the night, her short black and bright hair accompanied by the tears on her face that could not be wiped are heartbreaking.

This lasted for half a month, until one day I found her blocked in the corner by a few thugs in the alley.

"Who dares to touch my wife!"

I rushed over with wide, bloodshot eyes, picked up the broken bottle and stabbed it in the thigh.

The others ran away like crazy, leaving her and I speechless in the night.

At this moment, she was holding my diagnosis book in her hand and froze in place, rushing towards my back like crazy, followed by a crisp slap.

"You bastard! The old lady has liked you for so long, can you get rid of it with a letter? ”

"Woooooo

"Do you know how scared I am to be alone, this strange place..."

This time I burst into tears, feeling guilty for her.

Three months later, I sat in a hospital bed and married Ryoko, and her uncle was the matchmaker for us and the red-armored samurai with the Yin bead.

After escaping from the underground base of the old building, I found that they could not see the red samurai.

Until I couldn't take it anymore and went to the hospital to consult a psychiatrist, the guy sat with his legs crossed next to the female doctor and leisurely drinking coffee.

On the night of the wedding, the rain was pouring down, thunder and lightning flashed outside the window, and the sound of thousands of horses galloping could be heard in the long corridor of the hospital.

My face was pale, and I knew in my heart that this was not a hallucination, holding Liangzi who was trembling in my arms.

Until I saw a black-and-white photo that appeared on the ground at some point, the content of the photo was the abrupt bone and the blood-stained mace unearthed in the backyard of the old building.

I suddenly remembered the statue of the woman who had a green light that penetrated Liangzi's body when I was in the Yuan Tomb, and I thought I understood something all of a sudden.

It wasn't until she woke up the next morning that Xiao Yue's face was a little pale, and I knew that thing was finally back where she was supposed to be.

After thousands of years of torture, he was finally reunited with the abrupt bones.

In the days that followed, my health deteriorated day by day, and Ryoko took her uncle to Japan to seek help from her family.

To everyone's surprise, during this period, I actually recovered from my illness, and the lesion area of the cancer cells in my body gradually shrank.

Even the doctors called it a miracle, but Ryoko never returned, as if she had evaporated from the world.

All the letters were like mud cows entering the sea and receiving no response, and just when I was completely broken down and planned to go to Japan, the fat man I met in the Yuan tomb actually came to me.

This guy is fatter than when we first met, and he has a gold watch on his hands.