That night, I had a long, long dream. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info I dreamed that Li Qian dug out Wang Gui's heart with both hands, and his hands were covered with blood, but his heart was pounding in his hands.

I dreamed that Li Qian asked me to bury my deceased grandfather, her expression was so sad, and she whispered in my ear: "Mr. Wang, please tell Song Yang for me, there is no chance in this life, let him forget me, he must be happy!" In a trance, I heard her lower voice again: "You are a good person, I don't want to do anything to hurt you, even if your blood can really evolve demonic power, Mr. Wang, you have to be careful of dying..."

When I woke up, it was already the third day of the day, but I was surprised to find that I was still in the study, sleeping on the sofa in the study, covered with a thin blanket.

Was last night's dream real? I was puzzled, but I saw a flash of glitter in the corner of the carpet in the study, and I quickly got up and walked forward, only to see two teardrop-shaped pearls lying there one after the other, scattered and quiet.

There was the sound of hurried footsteps at the door, and I hurriedly picked up the pearls and put them in my pocket, turned back to the sofa and sat down. At this time, Xiaoshi walked in quickly and said, "Mingzi, you finally woke up, you don't know this sleep, it's changed outside!" Xiao Shizi lowered his voice and continued: "Wang Gui, he is dead!" Today, the housekeeper brought him breakfast, and when he found him, his body was hard. The hospital came and dragged him away, and the test results said what was heart failure. "We're relieved, we're packing up and getting ready to go home," I stretched out my hand in my pocket, and couldn't help but clench the two pearls, looking at the little stone's mouth one by one, and couldn't say a word.

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Goodbye Song Yang, in front of Li Qian's grandfather's tombstone, a man with a long and fair complexion, a gentle temperament and clean eyes, I silently squatted down and put down a bouquet of flowers in front of the tombstone.

"Thank you!" He leaned over and thanked me solemnly.

Remembering the last meeting, this man knew that the whole thing was full of tears, smiled slightly, and said in his heart, he was also a poor person with affection. So he gently patted him on the shoulder sideways and said, "The last time we met, you have already thanked him!" Life is impermanent, be cherished! After saying that, he nodded, turned around and walked away slowly...

Behind him, Song Yang took out the pocket watch in his suit and put it in his left breast pocket and opened it, staring at the youthful and happy face stupidly, and muttered for a long time: "Qianqian, look, grandpa has already been buried..."

I don't know what to do, and I go deep. The things of the world can be known to all the people in the world. Since I am not a person, I know that not everything in the world is reasonable...