20 billion year old boyfriend

This year, Ying Changjie was diagnosed with terminal cancer. When the news came, it was just before the Spring Festival. During the New Year’s Eve dinner in Ying’s Village, the rows of red lanterns had the style of ancient princes and generals. The New Year’s atmosphere was not necessarily How many happy breaths were saved, everyone was happy on the surface, but when they looked at Ying Changjie, their hearts were filled with regret and helplessness.

The incident itself was very calm and composed, as easy as a small cold.

"Yu Chu, congratulations." At that time, Ying Changjie was sitting under the eaves of the door, the snow was faint, and the housekeeper covered his knees with a thick blanket with patterns of spring flowers.

Ying Yuchu saw that although he had lost a lot of weight, his spirit hadn't withered much. His eyes were very black and bright, but his hair had turned white.

"Congratulations, what?" Ying Yuchu crossed his arms, leaned against the doorpost, and was still wearing a military uniform.

"Congratulations on being promoted to warden." Ying Changjie smiled slightly: "I heard that the prisoners in Gulong Mountain are very troublesome. I was thinking of designing a prison escape game at the beginning of the year. Who knew I found this thing."

Ying Yuchu didn't take it seriously: "It's all the same, the people inside the prison and those outside the prison have the same greed and viciousness."

Ying Changjie said, "Is that person the same?"

Ying Yuchu narrowed his eyes slightly: "What do you want to say?"

Ying Changjie laughed: "It's really rude not to even call Uncle Seventeen."

Ying Yuchu didn't speak.

Ying Changjie suddenly sighed: "The hospital only let me out for a New Year's Eve dinner. Those doctors were a little unfounded, as if I would break if I moved."

Ying Yuchu said, "Should I send someone to find Dr. Z?"

Doctor Z, this name has not been mentioned for a long time, and he has been missing for many years.

Ying Yuchu added: "Look at Xingkong Island." Dr. Z is a permanent resident of Xingkong Island.

Ying Changjie shook his head: "No need, I know where he is."

Ying Yuchu looked at him: "Then why didn't you find him?" With his strength, he might be able to cure his illness.

Ying Changjie suddenly said something inexplicable: "Do you believe that everything has its own destiny?"

Ying Yuchu believes.He still remembered the formula that Jiang Jishan had calculated for him. All fates had traces to follow, as if they were predestined in the dark.

Ying Changjie lowered his head and fell asleep.

Ying Yuchu lit a cigarette. Although there was a cancer patient by his side, the patient no longer had much desire to live, so he didn't care.

Now, he seemed indifferent to everything.

Ying Chuanhao stood behind the door, looking at the Seventeenth Uncle whose back was like a paper, and fell into the shadows.

"Chuan Hao, take your seventeenth master into it."

One sentence interrupted Ying Chuanhao's contemplation, and when he turned his head, Ying Yuchu had already left, and there was a wind and snow in the lonely sky.

The small building in Yingjiazhuang has been repaired, and it is exactly the same as before. After he regained his sight, he planted a tree there himself. This was not to commemorate, but to remind himself of some things that should not be forgotten.Ying Yuchu was standing in front of the small building, the canopy of the tree was covered with snow, and after hearing that his sixth younger brother became obsessed with cooking, he often went to the tree to pick fungus.

According to memory, he can still distinguish Jiang Jishan's appearance when he was young.

He lowered the brim of his hat, sighed suddenly, and entered the cabin.

It's okay, when you come back, everything will be as usual.

Not long after the Spring Festival, Ying Changjie died. His death affected the lives of many people, including Ying Chuanhao.

Ying Changjie’s will stated that the company under his name was still managed by Chuan Hao, and all profits would be used for children’s charity funds, but he did not write down what to do if he lost money. He was unknown, but this heavy burden made him grow rapidly. His seventeenth master clearly forced him to only succeed and not fail.So cunning!

The days in Gulong Mountain are even colder. There is no such thing as Spring Festival or Christmas to live there, and the occasional extra meal in the cafeteria is considered a holiday for them.

On the day of the Spring Festival, there were more dumplings in the cafeteria, five for each person.

Fang Shuying stared at the dumplings on the dinner plate, and was taken aback for a moment. This day two years ago was the first day he officially became a prison guard, and he also proposed to Frank to add dumplings to the prisoners on this day. There will also be a day when I sit here and eat dumplings.

Leo took one dumpling bite at a time, boasting to Shen Bu that the Chinese dumplings are really delicious.

Shen Bu saw that the number of dumplings on his dinner plate was more than a few servings, and sure enough, the treatment of the boss was different.

A fork stretched out and split more than half of the dumplings on Leo's plate. It was Austin.

Leo stared at the big eyes, and poured all the dumplings from the dinner plate onto the opponent's plate while cursing, but Austin accepted it calmly.Hearing a laugh suddenly, Leo looked back, and several younger brothers lowered their heads one after another, stuffing their mouths full, not knowing who was laughing just now.

Shen Bu had no expression on his face, and was about to leave, he didn't want to be a light bulb.

On the day after attending Ying Changjie's funeral, Ying Yuchu returned to Gulongshan. The turning point of the incident was also on that day, a man in a suit and leather shoes came to Gulongshan Prison and asked him to take out a windmill at his desk.

"This thing belongs to me and will always belong to me only."

The man smiled: "It doesn't belong to you, and it doesn't belong to anyone."

Ying Yuchu couldn't help but sneer: "Then why does it exist? Did it appear out of thin air?"

The man said: "Prisoner, you understand what I represent. Nothing is more important to the government now than this."

"If you want to talk nonsense, go out and talk to No. [-]." No. [-] represents the police dog in Gulong Mountain.

The man was a little embarrassed by his merciless face: "You don't really think this is just a little thing in your hand, do you?"

Ying Yuchu glanced at the windmill, the tower was always rotating in an orderly manner, and the slight wind from the fan blades flowed slowly.

The man continued: "Why don't we think that this is a gift left by the star pickers to people."

"When he gave it to me, he didn't say it belonged to all mankind."

The man found that many of the expressions he had prepared before could not be used.He let out a long breath, looking very tired: "I'm really sorry... I... haven't rested for many days, because when I received this task, I thought of many ways overnight. I just couldn't think of any way, Let you hand it over..." He spread his hands and said: "So we decided to buy this 'gadget' from you. There is really no other way..."

"You think I'm short of money."

The man sat down. It turned out that Ying Yuchu had never asked him to sit down until now, so he kept standing.

He shook his head, actually looking a little calm Jiang: "No, I know your family's background and your strength. But I have the news you want."