This year's rain has been raining for a long time, and it has not cleared up for almost a month. The old man who turned the wheelchair frowned at the endless drizzle outside, rubbing his legs and scolding.

"What the hell the weather, my knee hurts so much when it's raining."

"Brother, my waist is also like this, hey I can't help it, when the weather is clear, I can only endure it now."

Zhang Ning looked at their conversation, looked at his swollen fingers, and wanted to join the ranks to complain about the weather. But she wouldn't do it, and now she had to figure out how she could escape, and it was a great opportunity.

However, at this time, Dr. Xia came, he looked at himself with a solemn face, and Zhang Ning was faintly uneasy.

"Your dad...... Your father really sacrificed this time, and was given by Tan Dazhi's people...... Someone told Tan Dazhi that in order not to be discovered, he was cut off by someone and died of bleeding. Gone at one o'clock in the morning today. Too much" he looked at Zhang Ning's gradually uncontrollable expression and said intermittently.

Zhang Ning stumbled and fell down the stairs, looking at him with red eyes, he couldn't say a word, only tears continued like rain in the sky.

Natsuki came over and squatted down and hugged her, "You can cry, you can really cry." You have to remember him, or no one really will remember him, and you have to remember that your father was a great cop! I also want to remember my seniors, and I love brave seniors. ”

She wanted to take him home at all costs, to go home and be reunited. How can this be? Thinking of the blood in Hua Jian's room, and thinking of him being sacrificed in that way, she hurriedly pushed Natsuki away and vomited.

Her tears didn't stop until she vomited blood and fainted.

Zhang Yanyuan rested his head on Zhang Wanwan's shoulder, and pressed his two fingers against his constantly beating eyelids.

Zhang Wanwan kept wiping her tears, crying so that her eyes were red and swollen, "I dreamed of my father last night, and I dreamed that he was saying goodbye to me." ”

"I dreamed of it too, but the dreams were the opposite, so goodbye is a reunion." Zhang Yanyuan put down his hand, lowered his head and said with dark eyes.

"If there is a bridge, remember to wait for me there, and wait for me to find you in twenty or thirty years. Remember that you can only belong to me in the next life, you know? Meng Lingyu held his photo in both hands and said with a smile.

History is like sand, and his short half life is stranded. Life is vast and small, but the same life can be lived into a different life.

Is it worth it, is it worth it? Zhang Ning roared at his back in his dream. The dream was silent and there was no answer.

Hua Changfu smoked two packs of cigarettes one night, looked at the coat covering him and smiled bitterly.

It's so dark here, it's dark inside and out. Ji Xiaolu looked at the bloodstained white cloth on the iron bed, and retracted his outstretched hand.

Ji Xiaolu locked the door, opened the two bottles of wine one by one, took a sip of his own, and he poured a little on the ground. After drinking and hiccups, he slept on the cold ground with his eyes closed, his hands covering his face and his body twitching, trying his best to suppress his voice.

Wang Chi looked at the closed door and stood for dozens of minutes before turning around and leaving.

The heart-rending scream of pain seemed to be still here, and Ji Xiaolu looked at this dark place through his fingers.

This group is widely distributed, incredibly large, and it is true that it is impossible to prevent it, and if you can get in and out, you may not be able to come out.