The nighthawk is the guardian of the nightingale, and who is the nightingale and who is the nighthawk of these people. Looking at the photo in front of him, Zhou Pu picked up a photo of Duan Changgeng who looked at half of his face with a long scar, put it down after a while, and picked up the photos of Wang Chi, Xia Shu, Blue Eucalyptus, Hua Changfu and others.

The nighthawk lurks in the darkness to hunt for food, while the nightingale welcomes the beginning of the dawn.

His son looked at him for a long time before he knocked on the door and called out emotionlessly, "Dad." ”

"Little man, you're here." He put the picture away, put it back in a drawer, stood up and looked at his son and smiled gently.

"Hmm." Zhou Jian answered impatiently, dodging Zhou Pu's hand that wanted to touch his head, and the disgust in his eyes was naked and visible in the light.

Zhou Pu endured the throbbing pain in his heart, slowly put down his hand, and looked at his son with a somewhat far-fetched smile The disgust in his eyes and the indifference on his face.

Zhou Wei looked at him like that, every time he felt so unhappy at this time, the pain of losing his mother could be relieved a little. However, this is far from enough, the blood debt of his mother and grandfather is in his heart that is still beating.

The wind blew through the ancient night, and it became the language of the night.

In the dimness, he gradually fell asleep in the blurred vision. As soon as the morning dawned, Zhang Ning woke up and found himself sitting under a street lamp pole.

She hugged her headache and her head, opened her eyes and looked around, stood up with the help of a lamppole, saw her surroundings clearly, recalled the events of last night, remembered only the intense pain in the back of her head, and nothing else. The section of the road that was knocked out could not be checked without a monitor. She checked her outfit and it was neatly organized. She forced herself to calm down and waved to the taxi.

"Go to Huikang Hospital, thank you." After Zhang Ning finished speaking, his teeth chattered when he lowered his head.

"Oh, the private hospital, that expensive hospital." The driver looked at the uncertain Zhang Ning from the rearview mirror and said, smashing his mouth after speaking.

After a full body examination, she was relieved that her body was normal. The thought of the black snake tattoo on her shoulder, which could not be washed clean, made her angry. Locked in the study, frantically writing calligraphy to vent his anger. The black pen and ink, the black snake body, the more I look at it, the more upset I become.

She knew what the black snake represented, a black organization symbol. Her friend had lost his life because of this, and he jumped off the rooftop, and he turned to look at himself so desperate and helpless, his eyes reflecting the colorful neon lights of the night, and silent tears flowed frantically.

He was twenty years old in the mood for love, and he fell like this in the desperate cries around him. Parents are saddened by the loss of their children, and grandmothers are saddened by the loss of her proudest student. And she was as suffocating as drowning in their desperate cries.

She struggled to control her trembling hand, so that the fear in her heart was not so strong.

Hua Jian looked at the photos on her phone and laughed silently, the pride of the sky was about to fall into the arch star holding the moon. Seeing Hua Changfu get out of the car, she ran over and called him dad affectionately.

"You're going to be good, I'll always be here to watch over you." Hua Jian smiled brightly, looked at Hua Changfu innocently and said.

Hua Changfu nodded, showing a kind smile and looking at her dotingly, Hua Changfu returned to the room and immediately changed his face.

Looking at the old man on the bed, he mistook him for the demented old man who mistook him for her deceased son, and fell asleep holding the photo. He pinched the quilt for her, walked softly to the door, and turned around and whispered, "Good night, dear mother." ”

After the door was closed, a string of tears flowed from the corners of the eyes of the old man with his eyes closed.