Zhou He returned to the ward in a state of embarrassment, with a bruised corner of his mouth, a large bag on his forehead, a cracked mobile phone screen, and an uncontrollable joyful smile on his face. His daughter Zhou Hui made a small move and opened her mouth: "Dad, I want my mother. When will my mother come back?"

Ever since the high fever subsided and she was conscious, she kept saying the same words, when she was given an injection, when she was drinking porridge, and when she was watching TV while covering her quilt. Because she was too strongly stimulated, she had forgotten the scene where her grandmother was broken into pieces and fell into the fountain pool.

Every time she asked, Zhou He would have red eyes, and then endure the grief and make up a lie: "Mother works overtime in the company and will come back soon." Then she began to wipe her tears secretly with her back to the child.

But this time, Zhou He's eyes were still red, but not because of the grief nowhere to speak, but because of irrepressible ecstasy. Holding his daughter's slightly hot face, he said excitedly: "Mom is on the way and will arrive soon. When you finish the injection, Dad will take you to find Mom."

Zhou Hui's subconscious mind may still remember something. He also screamed with extreme joy when he heard this: "Daddy, are you serious? Are you lying to me?"

"Really, really, this time it's absolutely true." Zhou He hugged her daughter tightly and shed tears against her back. The death of the mother is a foregone conclusion, but the return of his wife brings them endless hopes for the family on the verge of breaking up.

The father and daughter hugged for a while before they separated, and then pointed to each other's tearful faces, naively said: "Crying and laughing yellow dog urinating, ha ha ha!"

Zhou He ripped a few sheets of paper, wiped herself and her daughter's face clean, then collapsed on the bed in a relaxed manner. His cell phone is still shaking, most of them are messages of condolences sent by relatives and friends. The buddy who had previously besieged him by the masses was also sending messages, one by one, all cursing and vilifying Van Gogh.

Zhou He probably glanced for a few moments, and suddenly his eyes were red. He pressed the record button and scolded mercilessly: "Gang Tzu, I originally thought that we were some buddies for decades, I Ignoring you, you will stop, we can't commit to tearing our faces. But I really didn't expect your mother to talk more and more! You also read the news, did you find your sister-in-law in the rescued hostage? You scolded Who is that person? That's your sister-in-law's life-saving benefactor! Let me hear you insult Vatican teacher in the future, and I will see you once and beat you once! Gou Ri, you are so ingenious, why don't you see you challenge that horse tour? Yes, I I ’m not talking nonsense to you, it ’s not good to say, your family is not dead this time, so you stand and talk without backache, if your family is dead, I do n’t think you dare to defame teacher Brahma so much! You are so productive Moral, there will be a day of retribution sooner or later! "

Zhou He sent this voice and decisively deleted the "iron buddy". He didn't find out until today that the interaction with this kind of three-viewer is actually a kind of self-destruction. People who always think of others as stinky **** must be filled with stinky shit.

He blacked out all the contact information of this buddy, and Zhou He hurriedly logged into his social account to delete the content of the former Hei Fan teacher. Even though he has reacted quickly, after logging in, he was still under siege from many netizens. The most unseen by the people today is this group of sunspots, who will scold a few words if they catch it.

After removing these shameful stains, Zhou He seriously wrote: [Teacher Brahma is sorry, in addition, thank you for saving my wife and our family. 】 Sticking to this Weibo, he finally breathed a sigh of relief and instantly felt that his soul was redeemed.

After waiting anxiously for most of the day, the hospital finally informed him that he could visit the rescued family members. He quickly took his daughter to the elevator on the 15th floor and came to the rehabilitation center. Before he walked into the ward, he heard the laughter of his dad's breath.

Father Zhou who desperately wanted to jump off the building in the morning, but now he is cheerful, constantly persuading his wife to drink more chicken soup. Man is a kind of creature with a very strong willpower. As long as they are given a little hope in the extreme despair, not much, just a little bit of sparks, they can quickly cheer up.

When the daughter-in-law was rescued, Father Zhou stood on the balcony and watched. He was almost mad with joy at that time. The pain of losing his wife lost half of this ecstasy. When the hostages were rescued, the hearts of these survivors were also rescued.

Zhou He ran two steps with her daughter, rushed into the ward, and saw his wife, who was slightly pale, but had very bright eyes, and came down without a word of tears. Zhou Hui threw herself into her mother's arms like a little bird, crying excitedly.

Zhou He walked over, hugged his wife, and brought his father who was standing aside, choked: "No matter what happened before, we must forget the pain and live bravely. Our family must not be separated!"

Except for Zhou Hui, who was ignorant and ignorant, everyone focused his head with red eyes. Zhou Hui ’s mother wiped away her tears and suddenly said, “Her husband, this family will have to depend on your performance. If you dare to teach Black Fan again, I will divorce you.”

Moving Zhou He: ...

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The whole city of Beijing is performing a sorrowful and joyful separation, and also undergoing inner reconstruction after despair. The massacre of Ma You ceased, no one was missing for no reason, no more pouring blood and countless corpses suddenly dropped from the sky. The staff originally gathered in New Times Square gradually dispersed, leaving only a few liaison officers and persons in charge.

Song Rui stood motionless in the center of the square, silently looking at the empty soft chair. Xu Yiyang, who was held in his hand, also looked intently there. Their expressions are very calm, but the dark eyes are filled with a layer of moist water vapor, and I do not know whether it was blown by the cold wind or soaked in sadness.

"Persuade them to come over and roast the fire. Today it is only minus two degrees, and they are cold." Sun Zhengqi whispered close to his girlfriend's ear.

Hu Wenwen gave him a white look and scolded angrily: "Can't you mention that word, it's unlucky!"

Sun Zhengqi thought about it too, and quickly raised his hand to surrender. The two ran out of the temporary tent and persuaded Song Rui and Xu Yiyang, but they only got their silence.

Changsheng and Changzheng stayed in another tent and talked anxiously:

"Brother, can you say that Van Gogh can come back?"

"can."

"You are so confident in him?"

"How old is he and how old is Ma You? Are the two comparable?"

"This is also true. Then you said, why is this horse tour so powerful? It is said that he was just an ordinary person before, and he has no special ability."

"I don't know, there are still a lot of doubts in this case, but it is a pity that the police will not let Xuan Men intervene."

"How is Nianci? Call Nian En and ask."

"I asked just now that Nianci's internal organs are all failing, and the doctor doesn't know what happened to her."

"We are all just stagnation or retreat, how can she be so severely repulsed? People are not killed by her."

"I don't know this either. To save her, we can only wait for the ancestor to get out."

"Nianci can wait?"

Longevity remained silent for a long time before slowly shaking his head. According to this situation, I am afraid I can't wait. He was arrogant about the pain in his heart, and Lin Nianen called and said that the elder sister might not be able to support it. Otherwise, she would be sent to Longyin Temple first, so that the monk would read the chanting for her, eliminate the karma, maybe she could Save.

Chang Sheng's eyes lit up and agreed immediately.

When the outsiders struggled to survive, the Van Gogh in the space stopped the fierce offensive and only confined the magnetic field to his body and stood quietly. Ma Yu, who finally got a chance to breathe, sensed the other space a little, and then screamed with exhaustion: "You are playing me! You let my prey all go!"

His own space overlaps the space above Van Gogh, and it is isolated from the outside world. If he does not deliberately sense it, he will not know what is happening outside, so he naturally assumes that those hostages were let go by Van Gogh. .

While his anger was unstoppable, his dread and hatred towards this person also climbed to the top. However, waiting for him to do something, Van Gogh, who had just stopped for more than ten seconds, suddenly released the magnetic field and slammed into the metal wall.

Ma You's roaring roar came to an abrupt halt, and then he groaned again, as if being punched in the abdomen with a punch, so painful that he couldn't even speak.

"You mongrel dog! I want you to die!" He gasped for a while before he swore a poison oath, and then tried his best to squeeze the space.

The metal wall that was originally sunk slowly returned straight, shrinking inch by inch, trying to grind the Van Gogh into meat. Van Galo's magnetic field blocked the contraction of the walls and then slowly propped them up. The two of them were on the bar, like tug-of-war, you enter and retreat, and I enter and retreat; again, it's like breaking your wrist, you are more powerful, and I am also stronger, depending on who breaks the bone first.

There is no doubt that Van Gogh is the most powerful enemy that Ma You has encountered. Even if he does not admit it, he knows in his heart that this person is indeed stronger than himself, because the expression of the other party is always calm and calm, not panicking. Yes, I have never shed a drop of sweat, nor have I ever frowned. He is so easy!

The fear of being defeated haunts Ma You's heart, which further stimulates his desire to win or lose. So his **** eyes turned, and he mastered the technique of transforming the space without mastering it.

Van Gogh seemed to feel something, and immediately withdrew his hands against the wall, compressing the vast magnetic field limit and converging on the body surface. When he adjusted his strength in an instant, the metal wall also grew many sharp spikes at the same time, and each foot was more than one meter long, which was enough to tie the human body in the space into a hedgehog.

Seeing that his thoughts could actually become a reality, Ma You laughed wildly, but coughed in shock and consternation the next second. I saw that these spikes were broken one by one when they touched Van Gogh, and they were as soft as mud.

Van Goghro stood in these dense spikes with a calm expression and a relaxed posture. He looked up slightly, looked at the emergency intercom, and said with a smile: "Don't tell me you only have this ability."

As soon as his voice fell, the spikes surrounding him were shattered by an invisible magnetic field, and at the same time, Ma You was also the pride and arrogance of being a "spirit". Ma You gasped for breath, but couldn't say a word, because the facts had proved that he was not his opponent at all.

Fangallo shook his head and chuckled, then sat down without a hurry, crossed his knees, pinched his fingers, and began to meditate.

Ma You gasped for a while, then chuckled with pride: "Hahaha, you are just a little stronger than me. Do you have the ability to break my space? If you can't break it, I will be able to trap you. ! Do n’t eat or drink for days and nights, I ’ll see if you can be so arrogant! "

Without eating or drinking, Van Gogh quickly raised his head, revealing a panicked expression, and then released the magnetic field with all his strength to hit the space, as if he wanted to escape immediately. Ma You quickly used his full strength to compress the space and hoop him tighter. The two were on the bar again, and changed from a fierce confrontation into a silent battle of attrition.

Ma You, who thought she had mastered the enemy's weakness, was so exhausted that she gasped, but chuckled, her voice full of madness and complacency.

Fangallo opened up the space inch by inch, and after a while it closed slightly, pretending to be exhausted. He lowered his head, so Ma You couldn't see his gently raised lips. In this cat-and-mouse game, the first day passed, followed by the second, third, and fourth days ...

Van Gaal gradually weakened his own magnetic field, and people sat still. However, Ma You, who was more relaxed in the Vietnam War, thought he was holding the winning ticket, and he often laughed wildly over his head.

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The time flow rate in the space is consistent with the outside world. On the first day, everyone stood hopefully on the square; on the second day, someone began to panic; on the third day, Hu Wenwen and Sun Zheng, who were responsible for staying in the square We secretly cried a few times together; on the fourth day, someone felt desperate; on the fifth day, Minister Yan came, Meng Zhong came, Song Nuan arrived, Yuan Zhongzhou, and all others came, even with Fangallo. Longevity and Changzhen are also here.

They looked at the soft chair intently, silently praying for a miracle in their hearts, but their faces, which had been dried up by the wind, were gradually stained with a strong layer of sadness. Because they know that no one can live safely for five days without eating or drinking.

Masses gather from time to time on the street far from the square, but they are isolated by guards and soldiers on duty. Drivers driving through the square will always slow down and open the window to watch for a while. The social order in Beijing seems to have returned to normal. Everyone should go to work, go to school, but everyone's heart is tied together by an invisible rope, tightly connected to this soft chair.

The text of praying for Van Gogh appears every day on TV, on the Internet, and even in the banners on the street. His safety has become the most important thing for everyone.

Minister Yan has always kept a channel to live broadcast this soft chair, even if the hope becomes increasingly slim, he has not given up. He put a thick coat on Xu Yiyang's shoulder, patted Song Rui's shoulder again, and persuaded: "You go back to bed with your child to sleep, and then your body will collapse!"

"No, he is coming out soon." Song Rui shook his head, his tone determined.

However, everyone who came forward to persuade him could get such an answer. He said this every day, but the person he waited for never appeared. He seemed very reasonable, and seemed to be driven crazy. Xu Yiyang held his hand tightly, his tiny body trembling slightly. There is no doubt that they are the most feared people in the world who are afraid of losing Van Gogh.

Minister Yan also wanted to persuade him again, glimpsing Meng Zhong secretly shaking his head, and swallowed his full stomach again.

At seven o'clock in the evening, many people spontaneously gathered around the square. They stood outside the guard belt and looked silently at this side. Zhou He took his wife in one hand and his daughter in another, and slowly walked over, first closed his eyes and prayed, and then placed the flowers in his hands on the steps.

The army blocked the square, and they could not get in. They could only stand on the edge and take a look every day. There are many people who have the same kind of thoughts and prayers as them. Only a moment of effort, the square steps are filled with various flowers.

Everyone seems to have acquiesced into the valiant sacrifice of Vanguard, and Ma You in the space thinks so. He stared at the young man who sat head-to-head, silent and motionless, and asked tentatively, "Are you dead?"

The youth was as quiet as a stone sculpture.

Ma You gasped for a while, and his voice resounded like a viper, climbing and cruising in this narrow space, vomiting a letter, cold and sticky and disgusting. The young man remained still, let alone emitting a terrible magnetic field, as if his vigorous vitality had completely dissipated.

"Ha ... haha ​​..."

A nervous laughter reverberated in the space, a few points, a door appeared on the metal wall, a young man with a frivolous and thin body walked carefully through the door, first walked around Van Gollo a few times, and then used his toes Kicked his knee, then extended an index finger, slowly poked at his hair spin ...