Psychic

After the dragon disappeared, heavy rain began to fall in the sky. Everyone ran to the mountain in the rain and wanted to see the final result.

Fangallo and Lin Nianci, whoever won the victory, and who died vigorously.To whom did the rain fall, and who was the dragon that suddenly grew strong, and the power from whom ...

Suspects are stuck in the hearts of the people, making them anxious, but Master Chang Jing seems to have foreseen something, and his footsteps are particularly heavy.He knew that just now, there were gods in this world, but they quietly disappeared.He feeds the dragon on his own body, and provokes a rain full of aura and well-being, which nourishes the world full of holes.

The person who can do such a thing is by no means Lin Nianci.

If it is not her, then the answer is self-evident.

Such an obvious fact, Master Chang Jing can think of how Song Rui could not think of it.When he walked into the basement where a big hole was broken, his heart almost stopped beating.Sure enough, he couldn't see the gentle person, but only found Lin Nianci's already cold body.

She was lying in the bean-sized raindrops, and the blood on her body was gradually washed away, revealing a smiley face with hooked lips.She died, completely, but quietly and happily.

She eventually returned everything looted from this world to the world.

What about Van Gogh?

Song Rui couldn't help thinking of what he once said.He said that the gods were scabies; he said that as long as he was there, no gods were allowed in the world; he said that the best gods would give back all their own lives to all souls in the world ...

He said many, many words, and now he thinks about it, those words and sentences are judging the spirit, but in fact he is judging himself.In order to save the world, he wants to become a god; also to save the world, he wants to destroy the god.

He killed himself twice, only to keep everyone in this world alive.

Song Rui's brain couldn't remember the past bit by bit.After searching for a long time, he couldn't find the figure of Van Gogh, and finally knelt on the ground, murmured with red eyes: "Liar, you have been lying all the time. You already know your ending, right?"

Xu Yiyang stood in the ruins covered with rain and howled.He vaguely understood that the eldest brother would never come back.

Meng Zhong found the engineering team to clean up the dilapidated old house and search for Van Gogh; Master Chang Jing stood in the rain and prayed to the sky.

But the other Xuanmen masters turned around Lin Nianci's body, looking for and looking, just to get two jade pendants and master the key to becoming a god.

"Fool. Lord Vatican will certainly not leave that kind of misfortune." Master Chang Jing shook his head and smiled with tears.

Only a person like Van Gogh would think of solving the problem from the source desperately, even if he died without fear.He assured Xuan Yangzi that he would protect the world, and now he did it.

The Xuanmen master who was frantically rummaging through the ruins suddenly showed a confused look, and then came out one by one from the mess, wondering: "What am I doing here?"

"Dragon veins are here, we are here to check the situation."

"Oh yeah, since the Dragon Vessel is gone, let's leave. There is nothing unusual here."

They even forgot the existence of Van Gogh in just half an hour, and found a reasonable explanation for everything that happened.This is the trace of Van Gogh ’s divine power in cleaning himself up to remain in this world.

Not only Xuanmen masters, but even those psychics and Master Chang Jing, slowly calmed down the mourning in their hearts and became dazed.

"Go away, Qianlong has entered the abyss, let's go back quickly, the rain is heavy, and it's cold outside." Zhu Xiya wrapped her wet jacket tightly, trembling.

Yuan Zhongzhou nodded and walked back three steps.He always felt like he had forgotten something important.

Meng Zhong's expression also changed from being anxious to being calm and calm.He no longer tried to lift the messy stones and giant wood, tried to find the trace of the teacher, but instead took out the intercom and told the bureau that the old house of the Fan family was in disrepair and the roof collapsed.

The death of Van Gogh, to these people, was like a cloud in the past, disappearing so traceless.

The only one who can remember him is Xu Yiyang and Song Rui.

At this moment, Song Rui is locking Xu Yiyang's figure with scarlet eyes.He suddenly remembered that every time a person who mastered Yu Pei saved a person, he would leave a small jade in the other person's body.Will Xu Yiyang, who was saved by Fangallo, also have the same thing?

With it, can you make a wish to replace those who have already disappeared?

This thought lingered in Song Rui's mind, making his eyes more and more dangerous.

Xu Yiyang seemed to realize what he was, but he was not afraid to escape. Instead, he looked up and said urgently: "Brother Song Rui, do you have a way to save the big brother, you save him, you save him quickly!"

"Save him, you will die." Song Rui squatted halfway down, grabbing the child's thin shoulder with force.

"I'm dead long ago," Xu Yiyang said firmly, "I'm not afraid."

At this moment, Song Rui really moved, but he finally let go of Xu Yiyang, stood up, turned back, and shed tears in the rain.Because he suddenly thought that Van Gogh would stand on the clouds and look at himself at this time. Can such crimes be forgiven?

Definitely not. Once Xu Yiyang is killed, Song Rui will never be Dr. Song who Fangaro likes again.

In the end, Song Rui stopped struggling, took out the vial that Van Galo gave from his pocket, and fed the scarlet liquid into Xu Yiyang's mouth.He could smell that the liquid had a strong smell, which should be the blood of Van Gogh.

If Van Gogh is really a god, then this is a drop of divine blood.

Xu Yiyang thought that he could save his elder brother, so he couldn't wait to drink it, but only a moment later, the sorrow in his eyes disappeared, becoming dazed and timid.And his stiff body actually had breathing, heartbeat and body temperature at this moment.

Fangallo saved him and made him forget himself.

Looking at Mu Lili's understanding of looking up at his children, Song Rui couldn't help crying and losing his voice.

He hugged the little child and asked very sadly: "If anyone forgets him, who else in the world can remember?"

For this conjecture, he was trembling with fear.Only then did he understand that what is more terrible than loneliness is to always forget the precious existence that will make you feel lonely.

"Don't let me forget you! Vanguard, don't be so cruel!" He begged the child in the rain, but it was useless. Those happy memories, those plain but sweet bits and pieces, were flying quickly in his mind. Lighten the color.

The eyes and the skull of Lu Qiu, who was dug out of the ruins by the police, also melted in the rain.The traces that Van Gaal once existed will slowly disappear.

Song Rui tried his best to fight against all this, and remembered a few words that the man had said between electro-optical flint:

"This is the seed of the Bodhi Demon Tree, you keep it well."

"... What if it grows to me?"

"... Only the worst or the best in the world can make it take root."

Song Rui suddenly let go of Xu Yiyang, stumbled to the second floor bedroom that had not collapsed, and found an oval seed from the bedside table.

"Meng Zhong, you help me take care of Yang Yang, I will come back in a few days." After leaving this sentence, he rushed into the pouring rain, drove to Xianghu Village overnight, found the black lake, and buried the seeds in The dirtiest piece of land by the lake.

He knelt on the ground, waiting with great tension and longing, and then shook his head bitterly for a second before all memories disappeared: "Van Galo, you liar. It turns out that you can lie like this."

If you say yes, you will return safely, but eventually you will never see each other.

In the end, Song Rui still forgot everything.

He stood up and walked out of the village step by step. When he reached the side of the road, he got in his car and looked back again, only to find that the ruined small mountain village had disappeared into an inexplicable black mist.

"What's the matter?" He murmured in confusion, and finally gave a grin, and drove away.

The heavy rain continued for seven days and seven nights. After the rain stopped, a magnificent rainbow traversed the whole city, giving people a pleasant surprise.

What a nice view!This is the common feeling of all people, but no one will remember, at what price this beauty was exchanged.

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Three years later, several teenagers walked on the potholes and deserted national roads carrying mountaineering bags.

One of them complained: "Ding Haohao, don't you say that Xianghuo Village is in this area? Why haven't we seen it after walking for a few hours?"

"It's legendary that it's in this area, I don't know the exact direction." A handsome boy said breathlessly.

"I don't know if you brought us here, this live broadcast must have been broken." Another one also complained.

Ding Haohao wiped out his sweat and encouraged, "Go ahead, maybe right in front."

"Damn, I've worn out the soles, I don't want to go!" His two companions threw away their backpacks and sat on the side of the road, reluctant to move.

Ding Haohao tried to persuade him again, but saw a thick fog coming in front of him, and a slender figure came from the thick fog, and slowly approached.It was almost dusk at this time, and this person's face reflected in the afterglow of the sunset, actually showed a thrilling beauty, like the sky of the clouds, magnificent and magical.

His skin is very white, but his eyes are darker and deeper than the endless universe.Through his pupils, Ding Haohao even saw a bright galaxy.

He was wearing a gray suit, but still so elegant and noble, his waist bent, his lips hooked, and his voice was as clean as a mountain spring: "Hello, may I ask if there is a ride on the wind?"

Ding Haohao, who originally wanted to continue searching for Xianghuo Village and completed this horror live broadcast, replied as soon as his head was hot: "Our car stopped at the foot of the mountain. I called my driver and asked him to come and pick us up."

Half an hour later, the three teenagers sat in a luxury car with the inexplicably young man and drove on the road back to Beijing.

"My name is Ding Haohao. At the age of 16, what is your name?" Junxiu tried to make a conversation with the youth, his eyes glanced at each other from time to time, but he did not dare to look upright.Just because the other party is so beautiful, it looks like a monster running out of the mountain.

"My name is Fangallo."

"Your clothes are all gray, which stains our car." A teenager said disgustedly.

Another teenager forced to ask: "What are you doing? Why does a person appear in that place?"

"The car is dirty and can be washed, it's okay." Ding Haohao quickly rescued the young man, but he heard the other party chuckle: "I'm a psychic, have you heard of it?"

"I depend, really fake?" Several people are doing live broadcasts of horrors. They are no strangers to people like psychics, but they have never seen them in reality.

"I never lie." Van Gaal was always gentle and polite.

"Can you psychic us? Come, let's try."

"Yes, you try to imagine one thing in your mind, let me read it."

"Okay, let's get started!"

The three teenagers stared at Van Gogh with their eyes scorching, trying to imagine something.

Fangallo hung his hands in front of their faces, and said while sensing, "You are thinking about whether this test will be the tail of the crane."

"I'm damn I'm damn my damn! You actually know!" The teenager who was said to be the central thing covered his beating heart.

"A face emerged from your mind. It was a girl with long dark hair and big, round eyes ..."

"Wait, wait! Don't say it!" Another teenager who was also said to be the central thing wanted to cover Van Gogh's mouth.

They can't believe that there is actually a psychic in the world!

"You ..." Fangallo's palm stayed in front of Ding Haohao's face for a long time, frowning deeply: "Your heart is full of resentment, but it is full of desires. Can you show me the photo? Maybe I can Help you fulfill this desire. "

Ding Haohao subconsciously held his jacket pocket, his face was full of resistance.

"I may be able to see where she is, but I need more media, media directly related to her. You don't need to show me the photos, I can just cover the wallet." Van Galo said sincerely.

After all, Ding Haohao couldn't resist his inner desire, and took the wallet out of his pocket, handed it over, but his eyes were fixed on Van Galo's hands, lest he open it.

Fangallo didn't flip the wallet, just closed it with both hands and closed his eyes.

After about two or three minutes, he returned the wallet to Ding Haohao and sighed, "If there is anything going back to Beijing, let's talk."

He didn't convey a useful message. Ding Haohao was disappointed, but secretly rejoiced. After taking back his wallet, he froze and said nothing.

The other two teenagers frequently asked what dumb puzzles they were playing, but failed to get an answer.

The following journey was very boring. No matter how the two youngsters incite the pleadings, Van Goghro no longer showed his psychic skills.After arriving in Beijing, he asked the driver to stop at a bustling intersection, but he made a gentle but tough request: "Me and Ding Haohao still have something to do, please go back first."

"What are you going to do? You haven't heard you say on the road!" The two teenagers got into the car in fog.

Fangallo closed the door and ordered: "Go to Seongnam Police Station."

"What?" Ding Haohao was stunned.

"Go to the Seongnam Police Station." Fangalo's voice brought an inexplicable force, so the driver drove the car to the Seongnam Police Station without even asking.

Fangalola got off Ding Haohao and took him to the criminal investigation brigade. A policeman who greeted him said, "We are here to report the crime. His mother was killed."

Ding Haohao, who originally wanted to come and see what medicine he sold in the gourd, was suddenly struck by lightning, and finally shouted angrily: "What nonsense! Your mother was killed by someone!"

Fangalo took out the wallet from his pocket, opened it, took a picture from the mezzanine, and said: "You take a closer look at where this picture was taken, your subconscious mind told me that you are The place is no stranger. "

There are two middle-aged men and a woman in the picture.The woman sits on the man's thigh, and the man hugs the woman's waist tightly, looking at the camera together, smiling broadly.Behind the two is a white wall, and there is nothing else to show where they took the picture.

Although Ding Haohao always carried the photo on his body, he hated to see it. At this time, his eyes were red, and he was staring at Vangallo with hatred.

Fangallo gave the photo to the police who came to receive him and said, "The woman in the photo was killed by the man in the photo. I saw her body buried in the soil."

"You follow me to make a confession!" The young police officer realized the seriousness of the problem and quickly took the two to the reception room.

However, ten minutes later, he collapsed and ran to the captain ’s office with a transcript, complaining: “I met a neuropathy! A pretty young man came to report the crime, saying a woman was killed by a man, I also saw the man burying the body in the ground with my own eyes. As a result, I asked for a long time to find out that his so-called seeing was seen when he was psychic. He said he was a psychic. "

"Team Zhuang, do you dare to believe such a wicked thing?"

"I'll check it out." Zhuang Zhen raised his brow and stood up.

Encountered Meng Zhong on the way, explained the situation, so three people walked together toward the reception room.

An angry roar came before the door: "Why do you say my mother was killed! You are sick! Well, I tell you the truth, my mother left me and my father, follow the photos This man ran away. She sent the photo to my dad, she was demonstrating to my dad, she is a bad woman. "

"Are you having enough trouble? Can you let me go? I only got my brain into the water before I sent you to the police station!"

"You are a lunatic, and I should take you directly to the neurological hospital!"

The door was opened by the teenager, and the handsome young man was still sitting on the chair and said in a calm tone: "Get your technician Xiao Li, zoom in on the white wall behind the photo. You look good Look, where did you think your mother ran away with others? "

"Don't make a fuss anymore! Comrade police, this is a misunderstanding. My mother is fine. I will stop calling the police. Can I leave now?" Ding Haohao looked angry.

Zhuang Zhen, who was originally the one who came here, somehow changed his mind when he saw the handsome young man.

"Where is the photo?" He reached out to the teenager.

Meng Zhong was also like evil, and turned around and shouted: "Xiao Li, Xiao Li, come and scan a photo!"

The policeman who originally recorded the confession was dumbfounded, and did not understand why the two bigwigs attached so much importance to a fake case.

Xiao Li hurriedly hugged the computer and the scanner and saw Van Gogh froze, whispering, "This guy is so familiar!"

"Don't talk nonsense, scan this photo first." Zhuang Zhen disregarded Ding Haohao's obstruction and took the photo out of the wallet and handed it over.

"Why are you robbing me? Are you all fucking crazy? My mother is still alive! She is a slut. She ran away with others. Do you understand this time?" Ding Haohao cried and screamed. The scars were dug out by these people alive and exposed to the public, and he was about to drive him crazy.

"Don't cry, just look at the picture and talk about it." Meng Zhong pushed him back to the reception room and pressed it on the chair.

It is really strange. Although it was the first time to meet, Meng Zhong felt an inexplicable feeling of trust in his heart, as if every word spoken by a handsome young man was true to him.He had no way of doubting him, he just wanted to follow his instructions.

Zhuang Zhen's mood is probably the same, otherwise he will not believe these strange powers.

While peeking at the youth, Xiao Li scanned the photos, enlarged the white wall behind, and displayed them inch by inch on the computer screen.

Van Gogh basil ordered: "Look carefully."

Ding Haohao skimmed the beginning and confronted him.

Without thinking, Meng Zhong took the teenager's head and pressed it on the screen.It was at this time that the boy froze, his eyes widened, and he looked at a place on the white wall in disbelief.

Xiao Li quickly zoomed in on the place, but found that a kitten was skewingly depicted on the white wall, and the word "haohao" was written beside the kitten.

Because the kitten is located next to the woman's head, next to her fluffy black hair, it is difficult to find.If you don't zoom in the photos and look at them frame by frame, no one will notice this kind of detail.

Ding Haohao was shocked.

Fangalo said slowly: "You should know where this is."

"Here, this is the old house where my family used to live. The kitten on the wall was painted by me." Ding Haohao's anger was all turned into a faint fear: "But when my mother sent the photo, she said that she had already told Fang Uncle went to Hong Kong City, let us not look for her. The one sent together, and, and ... "

Ding Haohao's voice choked, his mouth opened and closed, but there was no way to continue.

Fangallo shared the picture and said for him: "There are also some unsightly videos sent together, all of which are from your mother and the man in the picture, right? I saw her laughing, as if very happy , But her heart was crying and she kept calling your name. I can tell you for sure that she was not willing. "

"Go find this old house, she's there." Fangallo put down the picture and sighed.

"Without definitive evidence, we could not apply for a search warrant." The young police officer immediately refused.

"I went to Chen Bureau to get a search warrant." Meng Zhong prepared to go out in person.

"I'll call for the team members." Zhuang Zhen also hurried away.

Young police officer: ...

Two big brothers, have you lost your mind?

After the two left, there was a loud voice outside the reception hall: "Xiao Tan, I heard that there is a magic stick in the bureau? Let me see—"

Sun Zhengqi plucked his head through the crack of the door to see the beautiful face of Fangalo, and all the ridicule came to an abrupt end, turning into a burning red face and a violent excitement inside.He didn't know what he was excited about, but he just felt very happy. When he saw this man, his eyes were red, his heart was hot, and all his doubts had become faithful.

"We are on the police immediately!" He immediately retracted his head and ran away, and ran back again after a while, blushing and said: "Hello, gentleman, rest assured, we will try our best to check Know this case. "

Young police officer: ...

What a hell today!

There was a chaotic situation outside the door, but only Ding Haohao wept inside the door.

Van Galovin said: "Call your family and let them accompany you."

"I called my dad." Ding Haohao said without thinking.

"Your dad and your stepmother are both insiders." Van Gogh dropped an explosive bomb off guard.

Ding Haohao's breath stopped.

The young police officer has nothing to say.He has never seen a neuropathy that is more neuropathic than Van Goro.

"Impossible ..." Ding Haohao hurriedly denied.

Fangallo interrupted his words: "Call your uncle."

When he mentioned his uncle, Ding Haohao even forgot his fears, and quickly waved his hand: "No, no, he won't control me. The person he has always refused to recognize.

"You and your mother's surname Ding, you are Ding's family, he will not care about you."

"But my dad sent those videos to him back then, and he said personally that he would not have my mother as a sister from now on. He never admitted that I had anything to do with the Ding family. I went to him just to insult him." Ding Haohao said Then he cried again.

Everyone thinks that her mother is a bad woman, even her loved ones.No one wanted to admit her existence, so she and her son were angered and forgotten.

Ding Haohao wanted to find her mother, and asked her why she did such a thing.But if those are not true, who will be the culprit of his anger, hatred, resentment over the years?

If the father is an insider ...

Ding Haohao dared not think about it any longer, so he cried even more crumbled.

Fangallo took his mobile phone, found the word uncle in the address book, and dialed the phone.

"I didn't tell you, don't come to me if you're okay?" A cold voice came from the hands-free microphone, causing Ding Haohao to dare not cry even when crying, only to bite his lips and endure patiently.

The young police officer handed him a pack of tissues, with sympathy in his eyes.

Van Galovin said: "Ding Yu?"

"Who are you?" There was a tremor in the cold voice.

"I'm Fangallo, Ding Haohao is currently in the Seongnam branch office and needs to be taken care of. Come here quickly."

"Van Gallo? I don't know." Ding Yu's words seemed very impolite, but the tone was obviously anxious and respectful: "I'll come over now, wait a minute. Vatican triumphant, do you know Van Gogh? He Said he was in the Seongnam branch with Ding Haohao. "

"I don't know, but I think it's familiar. We'll go right away."

The conversation between the two was intercepted by Fangallo.He returned the phone to the teenager, comforting: "Don't worry, your uncle will take good care of you in the future."

"He won't, he doesn't want to recognize me."

Ding Haohao's miserable words were not confirmed, but he was beaten.Ding Yu not only came in the fastest time, but also bowed to Van Gogh again and again, carefully: "You can rest assured that this child will be taken care of by me in the future. I will definitely find out what happened to his family."

"Mr. Fan, do we know each other?" Fan Kaixuan, who was standing aside, was full of doubts, but his face was also full of uncontrollable joy.

"Probably know it in my life." Fangallo chuckled, but caused Ding Yu and Fan Kai to turn their eyes together.

"I guess our last life must be very good friends, because seeing you, we feel very kind. Thank you for your help to Haohao. We will take good care of him, you can rest assured." Ding Yu pressed the head of his nephew, ordered Tao: "Thank you Mr. Fan quickly."

"Thank you Mr. Fan." Ding Haohao has been stunned by the second-hand licking dog's uncle.

The young police officer said with a black line: "Eh, I said are you too involved? The truth of the case has not been determined yet!"

As soon as his voice fell, Zhuang Zhen's phone call came in: "The body was found and buried in the yard. You inform Zhou Forensic to hurry up."

The young police officer glanced at Van Gogh in disbelief before saying to Ding Haohao: "Your mother's body was found."

Ding Haohao passed out on the spot, but Ding Yu and Fan Kaixuan never doubted the result.

---

At the same time, Song Rui was standing at the entrance with a briefcase.

Uncle Song said with dissatisfaction: "Why didn't you bring Yangyang back?"

"He is going to join the summer camp." Song Rui put on his slippers and walked into the hall without expression.

He didn't know why he adopted an orphan, why he suddenly improved his relationship with his uncle, and what the dark room at home was for.He spends a little time in the dark room every day, looking at the empty wall, and always thinks that some pictures should be hung on it to be beautiful.

But whose photos should be posted?

Song Rui tried to hang Xu Yiyang's, family's, and his own, but in the end, they all took it off and smashed the ground.There was always an inexplicable anger in his heart, and he would repeatedly come up with a word-liar.

But who is mad at him?What are you scolding?

He couldn't understand it, so he gradually felt that his life was becoming barren, pale, and uninteresting.

He sat down on the sofa, his face full of exhaustion and indescribable loneliness.

Uncle Song glanced at him and said with a long heart: "You should get a companion when you are older. Even if you like men, I don't object to it. Just live a happy life."

"Who said I like men?" Song Rui froze.

Uncle Song also froze: "No one, just suddenly felt that way."

"I don't like men, and of course, I don't like women either." Song Rui received a call from Meng Zhong as soon as his voice fell, and the man asked with no end in his head: "Do you think the name Van Gogh is familiar? We I received a very strange case today. Would you like to come over and look at it? "

These three words of Van Gogh seemed like a thunder, resounding in Song Rui's ears.

He put on his shoes in a hurry and ran towards the parking lot. Uncle Song followed him without even yelling a few times.

Half an hour later, he pushed the door of the meeting room and saw the young man surrounded by Ding Yu, Fan Kaixuan, Liao Fang, and Hu Wenwen.He looks so beautiful, with a pair of dark eyes like the endless night sky.

He turned his head and looked over. Yin Hong's lips gently ticked away, so he took away Song Rui's breath, heartbeat, and soul.

Song Rui stood at the door and dared not move, as if afraid to startle him.

But the man stood up and said with a smile: "Dr. Song, I haven't seen you for a long time."

"We never seem to have seen it. Where has it been since a long time?" Song Rui asked with his words.

"I will meet often in the future. I want to apply for an advisor to the Seongnam Branch Office. I don't know if this is possible?" Fangallo smiled right.

"It's okay, it's okay!" Song Rui still didn't speak, and Liao Fang and Hu Wenwen could not wait to respond.

"I'm currently homeless. I don't know if Dr. Song can temporarily take me in?" Fangallo asked again.

This time more people rushed to answer.

Liao Fang raised his hand: "Teacher Fan, live in my house!"

Hu Wenwen: "Living in my house, my house is spacious!"

Ding Yu and Fan Kaixuan: "Our home is in Fanghua Garden, villa area."

Song Rui couldn't listen anymore, squeezed these people away, grabbed Vangaro's slender wrist, and pulled away.

Fangallo followed him obediently, with a smile on his lips.

"Do you really remember me?" He asked in a low voice after getting on the bus.

Song Rui handed the mineral water in his hand and ordered: "Drink."

Van Gogh opened the bottle cap and took a sip. At last, he almost spouted out, the facial features twisted together, and sighed: "It's bitter!"

"Wait without hope, this is the taste." Song Rui looked straight ahead, his tone cold.

Van Gogh smiled happily: "Dr. Song, I know that even if people all over the world forget me, you will remember. I have no word, I crawled back from hell according to our agreement."

Song Rui's eyes slowly turned red, and his voice was very hoarse: "I also remembered the moment I saw you. I thought you lied to me."

"I never lie." Van Gogh leaned over and hugged his slightly trembling body.

"Do you still go this time?" Song Rui asked anxiously.

"Don't go anymore, you feel it, I'm a normal person now." Van Galo handed him.

So the two pairs of warm hands were held together tightly and never let go again.As long as they have each other, every day in the future will be a new beginning for them ...

The full text is over, and give yourself a flower.

I wrote this book very hard, mainly because my father passed away, which caused me to fail to adjust it for a long time.

But I persevered and grew.

Thank you for your company again.

The next book is still beautiful, fast wear, what specific subject matter I am brewing, we will gather again next book.