The cold tears slowly flowed down, and his hands and feet were cold.

The man does not flick when he has tears, but he is not sad.

He looked at Lao Hang, and at this time he felt that he didn't know Lao Hang. The high-spirited Lao Hang just now lay there quietly, being knocked out of people and ghosts.

How come a person who wants to be a hero, who wants to be a hero in the future, suddenly died?

The future or the accident, which one comes first?

Is destiny too tricky?

Why does Lao Hang, a man who worked so hard, had his accident earlier than the future?

At this moment, Gao Leng once again felt that he had harmed the old crane. The last time the old crane was in a car accident, he thought that way, if he didn't meet the old crane, the old crane would not die.

Is he still driving the car now, although he has no money, although he lives in the basement, but he still has a cigarette in his mouth and laughs.

After this emotion came up, it was immediately replaced by stronger sadness.

That kind of helpless sadness.

Sister Diao's body was trembling. She reached out her hand and touched Lao Diao's face. She did not shed a single tear. Instead, she turned her head and looked at Gao Leng calmly: "General Manager Gao, can you bring a hot towel over? My man's face It's dirty, I have to wipe him, I...I can't walk now..."

Although she looked calm, her legs kept shaking.

Gao Leng quickly pulled a chair, and she almost slumped on it.

Hot water and hot towels came soon.

Diao's wife took the hot towel and gently wiped Lao Diao's face, which was very dirty and dry. She washed the towel several times and touched the blood red.

When you wipe your hands.

Sister-in-law Diao held it, suddenly her body shook.

"Are you cold? It's so cold." The sister-in-law said, her lips trembling so much, a tear fell from her eyes, and Lao Hao's hands were slightly cold. Under the high cold pressure, he rescued for two hours.

The body is also slightly cold.

She quickly wiped away tears.

"Look at me, you almost cried, I listen to you, I won't cry." The sister-in-law reached out her hand to wipe away her tears: "I promised you, I won't cry."

Before leaving, Lao Diao, to be precise, told her sister-in-law before deciding to go to the Middle East. If he was shot accidentally and died, he should not cry.

As early as a month ago, it was agreed.

"Why do you want to go to a place where there is war? In this peaceful age, why are there still people fighting? It's not our own country..." The uneducated sister-in-law had never seen such a world before, and she panicked when she heard it.

"You girl..." Lao Diao frowned, took a peanut and threw it into his mouth, drank the rice wine made by his wife: "What do you know? The Middle East!"

"What is the east and the east... We all have two dolls, you... what are you doing... it wasn't the country that sent you..." Sister-in-law was trembling.

"This is my dream." Lao Diao chewed the peanuts and put the cup on the table: "You know, I like guns."

As he said, he made a gun gesture with his hand.

"Papa!" Lao Diao simulated the sound of a gun.

"Then you can't shoot a gun... You didn't mean that you are a reporter..."

"You bitch..." Lao Diao interrupted his sister-in-law impatiently again: "The reporter's camera is the same as a gun, you know? Where the gun is aimed, the camera will be aimed at where, go, Same as a hero!"

"What do you want to be a hero..." The sister-in-law almost burst into tears. She knew her man's temperament, and what she had decided would definitely not change.

"Then what are you doing to sleep with me?" Old Hanging asked back.

Sleeping on a bed with Lao Diao, Diao's sister-in-law just thinks that this man is different from other men in the village. The others are wives and children with hot kang heads, one acre of land, but Lao Diao is different.

He was the first man in the village who didn't have anything, so he carried his bag and brought his sister-in-law to the Great Capital.

It was her sister-in-law who put her to sleep in the cornfield.

"Because you are different..." Sister-in-law Diao never said anything that you love me, I love you, nor would the old lady say anything.

She pondered for a while, and finally nodded with tears in her eyes: "Middle, since it's your dream, then you go, I'll take the baby well."

No crying.

No more questions.

Diaosao responded.

Lao Hang took a deep look at her, grinned, stretched out her hand and patted her ass: "You know why I sleep, don't you?"

"Huh?" Diao's sister-in-law's face is not white, and it is hard to see if it is red.

"Because you are different." Lao Diao raised his neck and drank: "Different from other women, you are magnificent, my maternal wife must be magnificent. I am a man with heroic dreams, my maternal wife is You have to do this!"

Diao's wife was still worried, she just sighed and sat aside, watching the old Diao who was drinking and eating.

"If I die, you are not allowed to cry." The old hanger looked at the sister-in-law seriously, and pointed at himself: "If I die, that's also a hero. You are the wife of a hero. Don't cry. If I die, No, you are not allowed to cry at the funeral."

"Bah, baah, baah!" When the sister-in-law heard this, she took a few sips on the ground in a panic: "Quickly baw up! Bad luck!"

"Superstitious! Bah what?" The old hanging shook his head nonchalantly.

At this time, the sister-in-law did not cry. She just couldn't help but wipe the tear that fell. She trembled with sadness, but did not cry.

"You said, if I drank it, you didn't drank it... I knew it, if you wanted you to drank it, you still said I was superstitious." Sister-in-law complained and wiped the old man clean.

It's just that the remains are always ugly.

"You are my man, I will take you home in a while, and I will take the hero back." Sister-in-law said gently.

The past two days have been very busy, the old housekeeper went to funeral, and Huantai was unstable again, and the body of the old hanging had to be arranged. Gao Leng is reluctant to use the word "remains" to describe the old man.

He even contacted the local government to see if he could arrange for Lao Diao to go to the Martyrs Cemetery.

Lao Hao wants to be a hero so much, it is good to be able to sleep with the heroes in a courtyard.

But the government is not allowed to say that Lao Diao is not a hero, not to mention that he has not been to the Middle East at all, even if he is in the Middle East, unless he really died for the people, he is not a hero.

"He died in a car accident, Mr. Gao, what kind of hero is this?" the man said.

Gao Leng hung up the phone with a cold face.

Shaking all over.

His brother died without going to the Middle East.

The sister-in-law insisted on going back to her hometown for the funeral, not in Beijing, and she insisted on having a spark. She brought it back by herself and buried it in her ancestor's land with her grandpas.

Funerals in my hometown are just like peasants' funerals.

Dust returns to dust, soil returns to soil, Lao Diao is a farmer after all, and his true favors are in the countryside.

Gao Leng asked someone to pack up their things and go with them. Xiao Shan wanted to follow, but the housekeeper said that pregnant women shouldn't go to that kind of place.

"Where is Xiaowei?" Gao Leng asked.

After being dizzy for two days, he realized that he hadn't seen the little witch.

In fact, on many occasions, the little witch is not there. She often stays in her own territory by herself and never disturbs quietly. But why is she not here on this occasion?

Gao Leng suddenly remembered the old hanged meeting, the few words in his mind.

He suddenly panicked.

Panic again.

"Where is Xiaowei?!" His voice suddenly became louder.

"She...she..." Xiao Shan was also stunned when he heard that, "Oh, yes, she said she was going to work."

"Well, she said to do something." Xiao Leng also nodded.

Little witches often come and go alone, and they are all used to it.

"Do something? What do you do?" Gao Leng hurriedly walked to the side and started mind reading: "Little tail, where are you?"

...

There is no response.

"Little Tail!"

There is still no response.

The cold head buzzed.

He hurried to the room, closed the door, his heart beating violently.

"Little Tail? Are you sleeping?" He increased his voice.

Still no response...

Where did she go?

Gao Leng's breathing started quickly, and he paced back and forth, thinking hard.

During the rescue, the little witch said something. At that time, the doctor walked over and said that I tried my best...I didn't listen to what she said seriously.

Later, during the second rescue.

The little witch said...

What did she say?

Gao Leng closed his eyes tightly, thinking hard.

"I won't... leave..."

Yes, she said she would not... leave...

Won't you leave?

Why did she say she would not leave?

Gao Leng panicked completely. He drove almost at a flying speed to the little witch's house, which he bought specifically for her.

The little witch often hides here to practice exercises, and she also likes to live here.

But when he walked to the door, he found that he could not open the door.

In the past, as long as he came here, the door was unlocked and could be opened with a twist. The little witch knew that he was coming and would greet him early. Even if he did not greet him and was sleeping, she would definitely open the door with consciousness.

But now, the door was closed tightly.

Gao Leng realized that he didn't even have the key.

He didn't even have the key to the little witch's house.

Knocking frantically.

Still no one answered.

It took some effort to find someone to open the door, but the door opened, but the little witch was not seen inside.

On the bed, there was something shiny, Gao Leng walked over quickly, a black ring-like thing like a ring, smoother than jade, and smoother than all gems.

Gao Leng picked it up and smelled it.

There is a smell of a little witch on this thing.

Unable to find the Little Witch, Gao Leng tried hard to recall the last time he talked with the Little Witch. Whatever he thought, there were only those three words.

Won't... leave...

"Did she use her strength to save Lao Hao and was injured?" Gao Leng thought.

Then he shook his head.

The old hanging is dead, if she helps, the old hanging will definitely live.

Where did the little witch go?

The cold cell phone rang.

"President Gao, the sister-in-law is leaving here, you said you want to go together, where are you, I will pick you up."

"General Manager Gao, there are some problems with Huantai. There is a problem with the project. An emergency meeting is being held."

"President Gao, Mr. Su accidentally spilled his body just now. He has to take a bath. Only you can wash it."

One call after another.

Did you bump into the mold star this month?

"I'm going to Lao Hang's funeral." Gao Leng said.

Everything is put down, brother's funeral must go.

Besides, the last conversation with the little witch was when Lao Hang was rescued. Will he still be able to talk when Lao Hang is buried?

High cold noodles are like ashes.

He suddenly felt that everything was meaningless.

If the little witch is gone, everything is meaningless.

"She won't be here, as she said, I am her master, I won't let her leave, she can't leave." Gao Leng suddenly recovered his fighting spirit, and he stood up.

Yes, it's not that you won't leave, you can't leave.