Mr. Shen opened the door of the gate, entered the gate, and danced a tap dance in front of Mr. Long. He looked like he was like a director of the sixties and seventies. He was completely a child of sixties and seventies.

When Mr. Long saw Mr. Shen like this, he curled his lips disdainfully: "The old and unreasonable guy is so old and still looks like a child. Also, are you going to hook up with a single old lady when you wear it like this?"

Old Long Ghost is completely out of temper. In fact, the words back then were just an angry word. After so many years, no matter how big the matter is, it has disappeared. Old Long no longer holds grudges and does it especially.

"What you said, do I have to hook up with an old lady in my clothes? Middle-aged women can do it too. Besides, maintaining a young mindset is beneficial to health." Old Shen smiled and found a seat in the room. He picked up a bottle of wine next to him, opened the bottle cap, and smelled it, "It smells so good. After so many years, it's still delicious. Do you want to come and have some?"

"You old guy, you are familiar with me. You have to know that this is my territory. I will throw you out later?" Old Long raised his eyebrows and said with a smile.

"Hey, what you said, isn't your territory my territory? Besides, you couldn't beat me fifteen years ago, so I don't believe you can beat me fifteen years later." Mr. Shen found two wine glasses, poured them all over, handed them to Mr. Long, and drank the other one in one sip.

"You, it's the same everywhere, especially the virtue of drinking, but you can't change it." Old Long also drank it all in one go, "It's great. I haven't drunk like this for a long time."

"I didn't come to you today to drink. I have something important to tell you." Mr. Shen put down his wine glass and said seriously, completely missing the appearance of an old child who had smiled before.

"I know, you guy will come to the door without any trouble. Tell me, if you have anything to come to me." Old Long asked with interest while playing with the wine glass.

"Xinhao, you should know that the boy helped me perform a task, but he saw this person in an abandoned funeral home." Old Shen handed a photo to Old Gui Long. Old Long looked carefully and his eyelids twitched: "This person reminded me of Qingcheng when she was a child. She and Qingcheng had similarities. If Qingcheng was fine, she should be as big as this girl now."

"Haha, what's more coincidental is that her name happens to be Qingcheng."

"What!?" Old Ghost Long stood up and grabbed Old Shen's clothes, "You say it again!"

"Oh, why are you anxious? Let go of your hand first." After hearing this, Old Long let out his hand, stood and took a few deep breaths before his heart gradually calmed down.

Mr. Shen tidied up his clothes and said slowly: "This girl's name is indeed Qingcheng. When I saw her, I also remembered my goddaughter. But later I asked someone to check her information. What was the result? Guess?"

"So she is my granddaughter?" Old Master Long shook, and tears were circling in his eyes, which had not flowed out.

"The result is that the information is empty. From the time she was born to the present, there is no information at all. In other words, she is likely to be your granddaughter, but it is very likely." Mr. Shen's words made Old Gui's heart feel cold in his heart, but he still feels hopeful: "Old Shen, where is that girl now? Can you let me go over and see?"

"It seems to be OK, but you have to ensure that you control your emotions. If you can do it, I will take you there."

"Okay, I promise, I will not lose control of my emotions. Take me there, okay?" Old Long almost knelt down for Old Shen. He looked at him and knew if he was his granddaughter, so he let go of his heart.

Mr. Shen looked at Mr. Long's pain and felt bad. His main fear was that if he went there, Qingcheng was not the granddaughter of Mr. Long, and Mr. Long would collapse on the spot. Mr. Shen thought about it and finally agreed to Mr. Long.

Old Long thanked Mr. Shen, cleaned up quickly, called a young man who was a replacement, and then sat in a taxi with Mr. Shen and headed for the military hospital.

Qingcheng didn't sleep either. She was lying on the bed, thinking about things in her heart, staring at the white ceiling of the hospital in a daze.

"How could it be so familiar? That feeling." Qingcheng murmured to himself, naturally remembering what happened last night. When he saw Mr. Shen, he felt a familiar feeling. When Mr. Shen sat next to him and talked to Xinhao, the feeling became even stronger. Qingcheng almost asked, but in the end he still held it in his arms.

Thinking of Xinhao, Qingcheng remembered the task assigned to him by his boss: killing Xinhao. But he failed to kill him that time, and he probably would have fewer opportunities in the future, so now we have to seize the opportunity.

Qingcheng turned his head and saw the fruit knife placed on the cabinet. He reached out and picked up the knife, lifted the quilt, went down to the floor, didn't even wear shoes, and just took the knife and walked towards Xinhao's ward step by step.

Qingcheng walked to the door of Xinhao's ward and found that the door was hidden. He gently pushed the door and looked in. He found that Xinhao had already woken up. He went back to Huayu and spoke to him by the bed. Qingcheng knew that he could not kill Xinhao for the time being, but he still did not give up. He stood at the door and listened to the conversation between the two, while looking for an opportunity to start.

Just as Qingcheng was thinking about how to kill Xinhao, she felt a chill behind her back. Looking back, she was empty and nothing. Qingcheng thought she might have worn less clothes, so she tightened her clothes, and then eavesdropped on Xinhao's conversation. However, after a while, a strong wind blew, Qingcheng felt someone pushing her behind her, and she didn't stand firmly, so she pushed the door into the ward.

Xin Hao was chatting with Hui Huayu when he heard a "whimper" outside, and then the door of the ward was pushed open and a girl in a sick uniform crashed in.

"Hey, Qingcheng, why are you here? You knocked on the door? Why did you come in like this?" Xinhao was nothing, and he waved to Qingcheng to let her sit over. Hui Huayu stared at her with a vigilant look on his face. Behind Qingcheng's clothes, he found a shining thing, but it was difficult to determine what it was, so he did not act rashly, afraid of alarming the snake.

Qingcheng's face turned red and went to the bed: "I'm sorry, I just thought about coming in, but I felt someone pushing me. Then I didn't stand firmly and came in. I'm really sorry."

"It's okay, you're here to chat together, and you happen to know each other. Many friends are not bad. Do you think so, don't you? "Xinhao glanced at Hui Huayu's eyes staring at Qingcheng's body without moving. Xinhao was unhappy. What's the matter with a big man staring at someone else's little girl?

"Ah, ah, yes, it's not a bad thing to know, hahaha..." Hui Huayu came to his senses and found that both of them looked at him with a strange look, which was so embarrassing.

"By the way, where are my things?" Xinhao slapped his thigh, remembering that his Tang Dao Dagger had not returned to his hands. "Thanks to Qingcheng, I remembered that this person had been sleeping for a day and was confused."

Qingcheng whispered: "I heard that all of those things seem to have entered the evidence room of the police station. It would probably be a bit difficult to take them out."

"It's a bit difficult to get into the police station." Xinhao frowned. He really didn't want to go to the police station, and the procedures were too troublesome.

"Miss Qingcheng, you are thirsty, I'll pour you some water." Hui Huayu stood up, took out a new cup from the cabinet, poured half a cup for Qingcheng, and was about to hand it over. Suddenly, Hui Huayu's feet became soft and he poured forward. He didn't hold the cup in his hand, and the water inside was poured on Qingcheng's sick clothes.

Qingcheng screamed lightly, looked at Hui Huayu lying on the ground, and hurriedly hid aside.

When I returned to Huayu, I naturally saw the reflective thing behind Qingcheng. The shape did not look like a knife, but it did not have the tip of the knife, but an oval thing.

When he returned to Huayu, he knew that he had thought something wrong, so he smiled sorry, quickly climbed up from the ground, sorted out his clothes, cleaned up the dust on the clothes, and said with a smile: "Hehe, I'm sorry, I didn't pay attention to my feet just now, are you okay?"

"No, it's okay." Qingcheng said, moving to the other side, approaching Xinhao intentionally or unintentionally.

"Oh, that's fine, hey, I just saw something shining behind you. What is that?" He replied to Hua Yu and pointed to the topic.

"That, it's..." Qingchengzheng didn't know how to speak, but suddenly the door of the ward was pushed open again. Two old men walked in from outside, one of whom was wearing a white Zhongshan suit, with a golden four-clawed dragon embroidered in the middle, and a hiking pole in his hand, and was full of energy.

Another person was wearing a Tang suit, which was very ordinary, but he always gave people the feeling of a contemporary master.

Xinhao also knew these two people, one was Shen Jun’s grandfather Shen Wanshan, and the other was the old man Long Laogui who was related to his master and was guarding the gate of the medical school.

"Why are you here? Now," Xinhao turned his head and looked at the clock on the wall. It was only a few minutes before twelve o'clock. When he looked at the two old men, he didn't look a little sleepy.

"I'm not here to see you, but for another person. Don't think too much, kid." Old Shen glanced at Xinhao and waved to Qingcheng: "Girl, come here."

Qingcheng nodded, left Xinhao's bedside, slowly walked to Mr. Shen, and bowed slightly: "Old man, is there anything you need to ask me for?"

"Of course there is something wrong. Come, Lao Long, come and see this girl and fulfill your wish." Old Shen pulled Old Long over from behind him. Old Long had been standing behind him just now, letting Old Shen block his view. He did not dare to look at the situation in the room, especially Qingcheng.

"Oh, oh, okay." Old Long lowered his head and walked to the front, slowly raised his head. When Qingcheng's whole picture appeared completely in Old Long's sight, Old Long was dumbfounded.

The child in front of me actually gave me so familiar feeling. Mr. Long used to take photos of Qingcheng when he was a child and asked someone to make a portrait of him when he grew up, exactly the same as Qingcheng in front of me now.

"Child..." Old Long's hand trembled, and two lines of old tears fell down his cheeks and fell to the ground.

Old Long's hand wanted to touch Qingcheng's face, Qingcheng frowned, avoided Old Long's hand, and stood in a place that Old Long could not reach.

"Did you forget grandpa for so many years? That's right? It's normal. How young you were when you were kidnapped." Old Long sighed, moved forward a few steps, sat on a chair, staring at the hospital ceiling with his eyes blank, muttering, not knowing what he was talking about.
Chapter completed!