Chapter 851: The Way of Life

After that, Lan Xiaoqi took the remote control from his hand. Lanting was already powerless. He could only watch his daughter with a horror. "Xiaoqi, don't play, return me, still me." ......"

He reached for the hand, and his hand swayed a few times in the air and hanged down. He held a strong breath and lived in pain.

Lan Xiaoqi was there, looking at the remote control in his hand and blinking. "Dad, can you see my mother by clicking?"

"No, still me..."

Lanting went to grab the remote control and fell heavily on Lan Xiaoqi. A **** mad squirt, dirty Lan Xiaoqi's beautiful skirt.

Lan Xiaoqi was hit and sat on the ground. She didn't care about her clothes at all. She just smiled and looked at Lanting. She smiled innocently. "Dad, Xiaoqi don't want to be a child without dad and no mother, so poor."

Lanting looked at her dumbly.

Sometimes adults think that children don't understand anything at the age of innocence, but in fact, they know everything.

Lan Xiaoqi smiled and said, "With Dad, you won't feel pain."

She smiled and then pressed the remote control in her hand. Lanting used her last strength to hold her tightly and spoke desperately. "No pain, no father, no pain at all."

"boom--"

A loud noise, the huge Lan family instantly fried into black scorched earth.

The flowers bloom into ash.

The entire wave island is shaking.

The returning cruise ship had just stopped at the pier where the cherry blossoms were filled. A loud bang came and the bodyguards of the first cruises were shaken twice and almost fell.

When Xiao Nian stood on the cruise, the small hand holding the palace was about to disembark, and suddenly heard this, she looked at the distance with a stunned look, there was a black smoke rising up, as if to take the whole sky Both are black.

That is the direction of the Lan family.

Suddenly, when Xiao Nian understood something, his face was pale, his hands were holding his face in his face, and he looked at the direction in horror. "No..."

No, no.

Don't be like that.

Xiao Qi, Xiao Qi...

When Xiao Nian’s body trembled involuntarily, he hurriedly disembarked, his legs were soft, and the whole man was planted on the ground. A long arm grabbed her waist in time and pulled her back.

When Xiao Nian fell into a broad and warm embrace.

The sea breeze blew through the deck of the cruise ship, bringing an unpleasant smell. The sun shone on a boatman, and the face was white and transparent.

Miyao tightly hugged her body when she was thin, and looked up at the direction of the black smoke. The slender hand held her head against her body, and the voice was low and sexy. "When you are young, one is older." Small, she has her own choices, and children tend to choose one that makes them more happy."

After Xiao Nian’s search for the cruise ship did not find Xiaoqi, Gong Yi remembered that Xiao Qi had told him before going on board that he was going to find his mother.

Miyazaki knew that her mother had passed away. When she was nonsense, she didn't care.

And the rest of the people were in a hurry because he was re-wrapping the wound, no one cares where a child is.

When Xiao Nian could not describe his mood at the moment, there was panic, guilty, more guilty, and this feeling wrinkled her heart so much.

"Xiao Qi asked me if I would die if I died. She asked me if I would hurt."

When Xiao Nian was forced to lean on Gong Ou's body, the voice shook so badly that she reached out and slammed the clothes of Miyao. "It hurts, Miyao? It must be very painful."

How could she not even live with a child, how can she...

Miyazaki tightened her and continued to press her head firmly on her chest. Black eyes looked at the smoky smoke in the distance, word by word. "When you read, don't be afraid, I am here."

When Xiao Nian tightened his clothes, his body trembled and couldn’t help himself. The smell from the air made her suffocate.

"I will give this to the Lan family."

Gong Ou once again said that it was like making a vow, not knowing whether to give it to the time, or to give it a black smoke.

Aside, Miyazaki stood there, watching two parents, looking at the direction of the black smoke, clever as he, suddenly understand what is going on, the doll in his hand suddenly fell, the face is white.

......

Three days later, the weather was fine, the sun was shining, and it was warmly scattered on the ocean.

The flowering place on the Langyu Island is still open with flowers, as if nothing has happened. Apart from the black scorched earth, there is no more life-like atmosphere.

Huahai Road, which is not too far away from Lanjia, is still very flourishing. For example, Lanting hopes that the flower has completely covered the entire road, and the green leaves and the flowers are so beautiful.

Before the martyrdom, there was a black tombstone with the name of the three family members of the Lan family.

When he was wearing a black windbreaker trousers standing in front of the tombstone, he bent over and placed a beautifully decorated flower basket on the ground.

Her face was so white in the sun, but she was too tired, her eyes were red, and she was covered with bloodshot hair. When she looked at the name on the tombstone, she smiled and opened her mouth. "Xiao Qi, Auntie will decorate you again." A flower basket, do you like it?"

Answering her is a warm wind, gently stroking her face.

When Xiaonian looked at the name above, she took a look at it. Her eyes were red, and she turned around. She saw Miyao stepping on the flowers, sitting in front of the ramp and taking the slender legs. The sun is mottled on his body, elegant, lazy, calm.

He is also wearing a white shirt and black trench coat, and the long squat behind him seems to be the happy place.

Miyazaki stood beside Miyao, and the little hand was peeling off a lollipop candy paper and slowly put it in his mouth.

When Xiao Nian walked toward them, sat down beside Gong Ou, silently leaning on his shoulder, a long black hair scattered on his shoulder.

Miyau was sitting still, holding a doll in his left hand and a knife in his right hand, and the stitching in the middle of the doll was drawn.

This is the doll that Lan Xiaoqi does not leave every day, and finally gave it to the palace.

After the doll was cut open, some soft fluffs were taken inside, and a rolled up document file was revealed inside. The palace was opened and opened, and the writing on it was extremely small, recording all kinds of dense data.

This is the secret that Lanting has in his hands.

When Xiao Nian squatted against Gong Ou, staring silently at the above data, she couldn't understand the numbers. "Mr. Lanting's death made him completely distorted, but in fact he also loves his daughter and puts the secret of life-saving. In Qi’s doll, the love for her daughter has never been hypocritical.”

Unfortunately, Lanting wakes up too late, otherwise the tragedy will not expand so much.

"Ok."

Gong Ou lowered his voice and put the rolled up information into his pocket.

Lan Ting finally chose to give him this information, that is, ask him to avenge, Lan family is gone, but hatred is still there.

The palace that ate a lollipop was silently watching the palace to open the doll, and he walked over. "Can you give me the doll?"

Lan Xiaoqi said that this is a baby, take care of the baby.

Miyao gave him a look, didn't say anything, handed him the broken doll, and the palace smashed it with a lollipop, and stuffed the cotton wool thrown on the ground by Miyao a little bit back into the belly of the doll. in.

When Xiao Nian looked at his son, he said, "holy, go back and help me sew it."

Hearing the words, the palace there was a stiff, looked up at her, and then nodded solemnly.

Miyazaki left with a broken doll, and a person ate a lollipop silently. Lan Xiaoqi said that this was her favorite male taste, but he could not taste it, only tasted the bitterness.

He stood by the tombstone and played with the doll's hand, and his heart was a little uncomfortable.

He should accompany Xiao Qi to play with his family, and should be serious.

When Xiao Nian and Gong Ou sat in front of the martyrdom for three days, the air still couldn't get rid of that burnt smell. Here, the burnt taste and the floral fragrance are mixed together, and the nose of the person is lingering.

When Xiao Nian leaned on Gong Ou's body, holding him an arm and looking into the distance, he whispered, "When I first came to Langhuayu, I saw Huahai Road, I was thinking, I can so beautifully. Add a comic book to the romantic story."

"..."

Miyao sat silently.

"I didn't expect that the story is a story, but it is such a sad one."

When Xiao Nian said, there was a kind of hysterical affection when Lan Ting said his wife, and Xiao Qi asked her that she was painful and painless.

It should have been a happy and beautiful family that was destroyed by life.

There are too many accidents in the world, too many accidents, too much sadness, how many people can go from sunrise to sunset.

"The bombs of Langhuayu have all been cleared, and the residents are willing to stay and live." Gong Ou said, his voice is low. "This will not become a dead island. There will be people here all year round to ensure unbeaten flowers." ""

When I heard the words, I was grateful for the eyes of the sorrowful eyes. "The Lan family will definitely appreciate you."

"I am afraid that you will not do this. The family does not appreciate me."

Palace Europe said coldly.

Lan Xiaoqi's death gave a big impact on the time, and he stayed up for three days without a night.

When Xiao Nian understood that Miyao was nervous, she squinted her hard and took the acide away. She stood up from the road and said, "Okay, let's go, go back, Xiaokui has been calling us to go back. ""

"Ok."

Miyao jaws, followed up, reached out and clenched the hand of Xiao Nian, and walked to the side of the road.

Fengde and the bodyguards stood on the side of the road and saw them coming over. Fengde greeted him and headed for the palace. "Young master, I allocated a sum of money to build the traffic on Langyuyu, and also asked people to manage the economy on Langyuyu. The residents here are very grateful. I would like to ask the young master to give a name to each of the traffic routes here, or take the name of the young master."

This is a way of gratitude that residents can think of.