divorce?Think beautifully!

Pine Alley.

The old woman is sharpening a knife.

In the dim night, only a few small lamps were lit in the garden of the yard, the light was withered and yellow, with a hint of warmth.

Rick stood at the door, looked in from a distance, chuckled, and looked down at the lock on the fence. After some unknown method of fiddling with it for a while, the big lock snapped open.

He stepped in.

The floor tiles in the garden are old, and most of them have been baptized by the wind and frost of time, and cracks have appeared. If you step on them with leather short boots, you can feel the unevenness.

Before he took two steps, ferocious dog barking sounded.

"It's so late, there are still guests!"

The sound of sharpening the knife stopped, and the old woman threw a bone to appease the Tibetan Mastiff who was jumping up beside her. The Tibetan Mastiff got a bone, so it calmed down, curled up and went back, concentrating on the delicious food.

Rick lit a cigarette, stopped in front of the whetstone, and squinted to look carefully.

"Are you still doing this business?"

The old woman laughed, her voice was old and hoarse: "How is it possible? What age is this? Where else is someone asking me to do this?"

Rick snorted softly, "There are still churches, and there are still people who pray every week, and it's not really dilapidated. In this world...how come there aren't many fools?"

The old woman didn't raise her head, she looked carefully at the knife in her hand, and laughed, "Maybe...many people will die at the hands of the fools I laughed at."

Rick looked around while smoking a cigarette, "Thinking about you, you were also a leader in the medical field and more talented than your sister. Now you are living in such a dilapidated yard. It's really embarrassing to think about it."

This house is a building of the last century. It has a long history. After many years, it covers a large enough area, but the facilities inside are broken in seven or eight. on.

"How many years have passed? It's hard for you to remember," the old woman coughed heavily and took a breath, "The Fang family was almost completely destroyed in the disaster more than ten years ago. This house... ...It was also ruined, and I stayed here to keep the thoughts in my heart."

For a long time, she lived in her sister's house.

"Really?" Rick smiled, choked by the smoke, tiptoed to the Tibetan Mastiff who was dealing with the bones, and said in an unclear way: "Are you sure you are guarding Nianxiang, not guarding the yard full of corpses?"

"If I'm not mistaken, it's holding a human bone, right?"

The atmosphere froze suddenly.

The old woman paused abruptly, then raised her head, her muddy eyes reflected a bit of sharpness, her kerchief was loosened a bit, revealing her face that had been burned by the fire.

Set off by the lights of the night, it is eerie and terrifying.

Of course Rick was not afraid, but just looked at her with great interest, "I remember you used to be quite good-looking, but it's a pity that Xiaoqin's daughter was burned to death, and you were burned, right?"

"The son she left behind now...is too weak physically, and his mind is not very clear. It's a pity."

The murderous look in the old woman's eyes gradually dissipated, she continued to sharpen the knife, and the cross hanging on her chest shook slightly with her movements, "That child is my sister's only blood, don't make any wrong ideas, otherwise, I won't Let go of you!"

"What crooked ideas can I have on him?" After talking with this old woman for a while, Rick felt that the depression in his heart had eased a lot, and the smile on his face widened, "My target is not him."

"Hurry up," the old woman began to show impatience in her tone, "don't hinder me from sharpening my knife."

She leaned over and continued with the man on hand.

The night wind was very cool, blowing in bit by bit, Rick finished smoking a cigarette, snuffed out the cigarette butt, and let out a sigh of relief, "The times are different now, I kindly remind you, you'd better take it easy, your life is at stake, This is no joke."

The old woman ignored him, lowered her head, and continued sharpening her knife.

The gigantic Tibetan mastiff under her feet gnawed on the bones, became calm, nestled back, and continued to take a nap.

Rick glanced at her one last time, shook his head, and turned to leave, his whole being plunged into darkness.

In the hospital, early in the morning.

The sun fell little by little and sprinkled on the hospital bed.

Fang Yan gradually opened his eyes.

The surroundings were silent, only the slight sound of the instruments in the ward. He moved his body slightly, and he could feel that his body was full of tubes.

It's not like the familiar pain in the past, but I can't lift my strength, my limbs are numb, and my meridians are very weak.

"Well……"

He tilted his head slightly and looked around.

I saw Chu Xiaoheng lying on the side of the bed, with his mouth half open, sleeping soundly.

"call……"

What a pig!

Fang Yan thought, a little bit of a smile, pursed his dry lips, raised his strength as much as possible, moved his legs, and kicked Chu Xiaoheng through the quilt.

"Hey... Whoops!"

Chu Xiaoheng dropped his head.

Fang Yan frowned in pain, just now, his calf cramped a bit, and he convulsed for a while, he endured it, and glanced at the bedside.

I saw Chu Xiaoheng crawling out with his head covered, wrinkled face, and sleepy eyes, "Who... who sneaked up on me?"

He stayed for a moment before he realized that from the perspective of being kicked off just now, it could only be... Fang Yan!

"You're awake!" He was suddenly pleasantly surprised, cheering and leaning forward, and by the way, he rang the bedside bell, calling Li Min to come and have a look.

The man was a little disgusted, he still had a cold face, and said hoarsely, "I have a cramp in my calf."

"Aha?" Chu Xiaoheng acted very well-behaved. After hearing this, he immediately sat at the end of the bed, lifted the quilt, and massaged the man's calf.

She looks like an angry little daughter-in-law.

"Why did he have cramps all of a sudden?" He still didn't quite understand, so he muttered to himself. Seeing Li Min coming in, he asked stupidly, "Is he lacking calcium? Does he need calcium supplements? I heard that calcium deficiency will cause cramps."

Li Min came over, checked it, and understood what was going on at a glance, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, "It doesn't matter, just let him move less."

Fang Yan glanced at the window, "What time is it? How is the situation outside?"

"It's already raging, and it can't be suppressed."

Qi Yan pushed the door open and came in, answering blankly.

When Chu Xiaoheng heard it, he trembled.

It seemed that the other party was going to create some trouble for him. Although it was not a big trouble, it was very difficult to solve, which was really a headache.

Fang Yan let out a "hmm", with his arms propped by his sides, as if he wanted to sit up, but he didn't have the strength.

Chu Xiaoheng had quick eyesight and quick hands. After massaging his calf, he quickly rushed to the head of the bed, protected his waist, and helped him sit up little by little.

"Slow down, dizzy?"

The longer he lived with this man, the more Chu Xiaoheng became familiar with this man's body.