I, A Soldier in the Field, A Ghost in the Smoke!

"You idiot! I want you to scratch her instead of scratching me!!"

"Huh!? I'm sorry, sorry!"

Mi Lei apologized in a hurry, and Yanzhu covered her forehead.

"Come on, you hold this guy, I'll scratch."

"Oh……"

"Hahahahaha..."

At this time, Xia Shi finally suffered the so-called'retribution'. After Yanzhu tickles unscrupulously, he finally laughed and patted for mercy.

Chen Yan looked at the three little guys on the ground in a hustle and bustle, and the originally bad mood suddenly improved, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but tilt up slightly.

With tears in the corners of her eyes, Xia Shi saw the corners of Chen Yan's slightly curled mouth through the ends of the hair that Yanzhu covered her face, and also laughed, but she didn't know if she was tickled or how she laughed.

However, smiling is always happy, unless it is inner happiness and factual pain.

But no matter what, after such a chaotic night, no one was injured. Instead, the fire was successfully put out and everyone could have a good rest. This is always a gratifying thing.

Under the joy of laughter, the ruined area of ​​39, which is covered with broken walls, seems to be radiant. It seems that the ruined is only the appearance, and it is the children of area 39 that are really radiant.

...

How bright the starry sky was that night, the bright stars and the silvery moon all heralded that the weather was clear for the next few days.

Today is another day with a scorching sun. It is obviously autumn, but the day is as hot as ever.

In a rental house, the light yellow curtains showed a faint light under the sunlight, with a trace of heat hitting a house with doors and windows closed at noon.

Tiantongmu is even more wearing pajamas. The bedding on his body has been lifted to that corner, and the mattress under him has become a mess, and the empty wine bottle rolled twice on the hard floor. Stuck on the edge of another empty wine bottle.

The girl's face was slightly pale, and it was not a normal pale white, but a sickly pale white.

Her right arm rested on her forehead, and the sleeve of her pajamas just covered her eyes, like a white cloth, covering her desire to see the world clearly, and at the same time giving her a hint of sustenance.

I hope...that's not true.

The familiar rental house has become deserted since that day, and I will go and take a look every few hours, but the end result can only make Tiantongmu feel even colder.

[Should it be just something that delayed Satomi-kun?It must be!

This was what she thought at the beginning, and only at the beginning did she naively think so...

Time, it is really a sharp knife, bit by bit, it pierced the more active heart of Tendo wood.

The chapped lips opened slowly, and the voice sounded a little trembling.

"It's really enough..."

A strand of crystal slid from her cheeks and dripped onto the still moist pillow.

She shrank herself, as if the air in the room was cold after all, hugged the pillow next to her tightly with her hands, buried her face in it, and made a heartbreaking sound.

"Mom and Dad... what should I do now..."

The phone rang suddenly, Tiantongmu even picked up the phone, saw the familiar number above, hesitated for a moment or clicked to connect.

"Hey……"

"It's been so many days, are you still decadent?"

The voice of the girl on the phone sounded quite joking, but at the same time a little disappointed.

"Originally, I thought you could cheer up quickly. It seems that I made a wrong judgment. After all, I am not a god~"

Tendomu clenched her teeth tightly, she suddenly sat up from the bed, but because she hadn't eaten for too long, the blood sugar was a little low, causing Tendomu who was sitting up to appear dazzling.

But despite this, Tendomu still used his other hand to support the body that almost fell down again, and asked loudly, "Don't you have any feelings about Satomi-kun?!!!"

After Tendomu's more questioning words were uttered, Sima Weiwei on the other end of the phone was silent for a few seconds, and then said helplessly: "What can I do if I feel it? Can Xiao Lijian survive?"

"You guy...!"

"Stop, the ugly thing I said ahead. If you continue to be so decadent, I'm afraid you won't even have money for hemodialysis? If you die because you don't have money for hemodialysis, the group of guys you hate must I will be very happy..."

"Dududu..."

Sima Weizhi listened to the beep from the mobile phone, as if it were all in her expectation, took a sip of the coffee in his hand, Sima Weizhi asked:

"How? Did I get what I wanted?"

"I've got it, that's it."

A maid handed a stack of A4 papers behind to Sima Weizhi, who looked at it with a smile on his face.

"There were unexplained ammunition in the hand, and they were sold privately to the Liuli Police Security Company and the Civil Security Company at a far lower price than Sima Heavy Industries... Oh? They are all relatively small police companies."

Sima Weizhi nodded slightly, turned to the back of the paper with the picture, and suddenly raised his brow.

"Hmph, it really is him, these beautiful eyes are so recognizable."

The faint brown pupils, and a faint mark on his firm face, I don't know what was scratched by something before.

[Xiao Lijian has an extraordinary obsession with kindness, but you...what do you have an obsession with?

"Miss, what are you going to do next?"

"Next? Then you just need to wait for the woman to reopen, and do everything else as I told you before."

"Yes!!"

ps: 500 more words, long enough!!(Cross hands)

Chapter 61 The Haggard Miss Tiantong and the Astonished Mr. Chen

Different people have different definitions of being alive. Some people think that they are alive if they have life, and some people think that they need to make a certain social contribution on the basis of life to be alive. Everyone’s understanding will be based on their own knowledge. Education level, one's own family education, and one's own intelligence are different.

Chen Yan's definition of being alive is: even if the life is lost, even if the corpse rots in the soil, as long as there is something left by him in the world, and even someone can remember himself, then he is alive.

But living in this abstract meaning is not what Chen Yan had imagined. As a person, he still hopes that he still has life in his heart, not just living in spirit.

Today, the daily necessities in the 39 districts are almost consumed, so as an initiative to support the lives of the children in the 39 districts, he proposed to go to Tokyo to buy daily necessities.

as I thought……

On the pedestrian sidewalk, Chen Yan reluctantly glanced at the three'elves' around him.