Wang San and Xia Tianchuan

The knife was still stuck in Xue Xiaoqing's stomach.He was a hero, but he was forgotten by everyone present.In the eyes of many people, he may not have played.

In a blur of consciousness, Xue Xiaoqing only felt that all the strength in her body was drained, and her soul floated to the sky, looking at the chaotic dungeon from top to bottom, seeing herself bleeding, and seeing De Cai kicking herself down.Xue Xiaoqing seemed to live her life all over again. When she was helping her dead sister, she was kicked down in the snow by the landlord's family.

All his life he had searched for hope, but never saw it.

At the last moment when his consciousness faded, he saw Decai knelt down.He thought, can a person see the scene he most wants to see before he dies?That's worth it too.

All feeling is gone.

Wang San found Xia Chuan next to the stable.Xia Chuan fell to the ground, vomiting blood all over the place.

Wang San panicked, helped Xia Chuan up, and asked, "How are you?"

Xia Chuan said weakly, "My heart hurts."

Wang San's heart ached as if it had exploded, and he said, "Your brother will be fine."

Xia Chuan raised his voice a little higher: "Didn't you see him?"

Wang San didn't have a good heart, so he explained: "Don't worry, Doctor Xue has gone in, besides, I called the third young master too."

Xia Chuan broke free from Wang San's arms all of a sudden, and said, "Third Young Master? What's wrong with Third Young Master? Does Third Young Master not like me? What did he do for me? Third Young Master is not heartless, he is too affectionate. He loves too many people, a Xia Pingchuan, how can he be alone?" This series of questions became more and more urgent, the more Xia Chuan asked, the more he couldn't breathe, and finally he coughed and spit out a big mouthful Blood comes.

Wang San felt chilled when he saw it now, his mind was buzzing, thinking that if even Xia Chuan couldn't keep it, what if?Can't have this if!

Xia Chuan began to cry softly. He had a good voice, and he cried like he sang a melodious song, but this song was too sad and sad, and Wang San felt that everything was shrouded in a suppressed darkness for a while. , I couldn't breathe, and when Fang Buddha took a breath, tears were about to flow from my heart.

Xia Chuan was tired from crying, fell asleep, and was still crying.He cried when he was awake, in his dreams, during the play, and outside of the play, as if unspeakable sorrow could pour out of his narrow chest, forming that kind of crying continuously .He couldn't express all his thoughts, and he didn't know how to go about the rest of his life, only crying, crying, crying.

Wang San hugged Xia Chuan like a baby, patted his back with one hand, and said, "Good boy..." He just felt that he was really holding a crying baby.Xia Chuan looked like a baby, only crying and sobbing.

"Cry, cry," Wang San said: "Cry for your brother Ping Chuan, cry for me, cry for Dr. Xue, cry for all the grievances."

The street in the night is very deserted, and everyone is still lively in the palace.

The entire street was filled with Xia Chuan's crying and Wang San's voice comforting him.

Wang San also lost his mind, and kept saying cry, cry, anything but cry?What else could be done to change all this?Cry, cry.

Cry, cry.As if chanting a mantra, Wang San walked on the dark street with Xia Chuan in his arms, heading for a place that was once warm.

Cry, cry, Wang San opened the door of the hut, and carefully carried Xia Chuan in.

The door closed, shutting out Wang San's ruthless curse.

Cry, cry.Wang San said, God will hear.

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