"Otoya, you bitch! You are a bitch who can kill a thousand swords! You have to die a good death. Look at what you have done to my brother! You should die abroad, what evil do you do when you come back!"
This was Fu Wandeng's reaction. Fortunately, Yinmi was prepared. She tightly held Ru Ru in her arms, who was eager to have her head pop out, pursed her lips and walked straight forward through the glass door.
A proud person like Fu Wandeng couldn't tolerate others being indifferent to her. She threw a few pieces of Fu Lingzhi's clothes at Yinmi in her hand, and Yinmi didn't hide, he was impartial. The ground was touched by that force, and his body tilted.
"You fucking stop! I want to..."
"Wan Deng! Don't be impulsive! Let's go our own way." Fu Wan Deng was about to rush over. Fu Xingzhi frowned and pulled her back, dragging Fu Wan Deng forward. The moment he passed by Yin Mi, Fu Xing couldn't stop taking a few glances at the place where Otoya was twisting and turning in the blanket tightly held by his hands. Under the blanket, a pair of very small and cute children's shoes were exposed, with two strips of flesh on them. Huhu little short legs.
Fu Xingzhi paused for a moment, frowned and rolled his eyes, then pulled Fu Wandeng, who was still cursing, into the glass door.
This time Otoya calmed down and started running quickly. He ran outside the hospital gate. Vanessa got out of the car and picked up Ru Ru. Otoya sat in the front seat and breathlessly ordered the driver, "Master, go to the airport, hurry up."
Fu Xingzhi and Fu Wandeng asked the attending doctor if he let Boyinmi in without permission. The attending doctor had no choice but to call him in. After being scolded by Fu Wandeng for most of the day, he opened the electronic glass door.
Fu Wandeng turned on the light, and he and Fu Xingzhi walked in from the back door. Originally, the old man asked Fu Xingzhi to come over because he was worried, but Fu Wandeng couldn't sleep and insisted on following him. As soon as he entered the door, he met Xing Boyin, a broomstick. Fu Wandeng was extremely unhappy. He sat on the edge of the bed and looked at the sleeping Fu Lingzhi without speaking for a long time.
Fu Xingzhi went to the inner room to lay out Fu Lingzhi's clothes, walked out and walked around the ward. He felt relieved that everything was as usual, and did not intend to report to the old man or Gu Shu about Boyinmi's visit at night. He turned around. , something rubbed against the edge of his shirt. Fu Xingzhi looked down and realized it was a photo.
The photo showed a very cute little girl with two pigtails tied with bows, a baby doll, and a bear in her arms. Fu Xingzhi turned the photo over and saw the word "Juanxiu" written on the white bottom.
Ru Ru.
Fu Wandeng realized that something was wrong with Fu Xingzhi's expression. She walked over and grabbed the things in his hand. Suddenly her expression changed in a thousand ways and her eyes widened. "Boyinmi put it down? Could this be..."
Fu Xingzhi nodded, "I wonder if you noticed when she walked past us. She was holding a child in her arms."
"I was so angry that I was just arguing with her. I thought it was a blanket or something."
As if he thought of something, Fu Xingzhi immediately walked to the window, opened the curtains, and looked down. After looking for a while, he turned back and said, "You stay here and guard Ling Zhi. I'll go down and take a look."
Fu Wandeng nodded, feeling confused. Bo Yinmi had visited her brother and left a photo. That meant that her brother didn't know the existence of the person in the photo. Why didn't he know? This child saw It's not big. When did it happen? They didn't even notice it.
Fu Xingzhi circled the entire hospital no less than three times, but still couldn't find any sign of Otoya. He returned to the ward and called the old man. The old man's decision was simple. It meant that if Lingzhi could survive and recover, then the child and Otoya's
He should solve the matter by himself. If he can't survive it, the Fu family will definitely take care of this child and Otomi on his behalf.
Otoya urged Ru Ru and went out with her schoolbag in her hand. The snow has stopped in the past few days. As soon as the sky clears, there will be unavoidable thick fog, especially in the morning.
This place is District 13. Although the houses here are smaller than those in the previous districts, they are not damp. There is a long alley between the door of the house and the main road outside.
It was a one-way street, narrow and difficult to walk, and there was also heavy fog. Otoya was anxious and worried that he would be late for work, so he did not give up the idea of driving in the fog.
But it was really foggy that day. I couldn't see anything clearly.
Just after passing through a long alley, there was a downhill road below. Before I could slow down the car, an unknown black object shrouded in fog hit me straight ahead.
Like a stone, Gululu stumbled several times and lay on the ground motionless.
Ru Ru screamed, "Mommy! We hit someone!"
Otoya was anxious and panicked. He braked and unbuckled his seat belt, "How did you know it was a person? I thought it was a ball of rocks tied with black cloth."
Yinmi's head hurt as soon as she got off the car. What a human being! Fortunately, she didn't roll far, which meant that the collision wasn't too serious. She ran to the man and said a long string of French words in a hurry, occasionally mixed with these words.
A word or two in German.
The general meaning is, are you okay? If you feel any pain, I can take you to the hospital. Or if you don't mind, can you let me take a look at the wound?
The man didn't understand, so he waved his hands, struggled twice and twisted his body hard to climb to the side of the road, and stood up with difficulty holding on to the fence.
His uneven hair, which is blue and mixed with gray, is piled messily on his head. His cheeks to the corners of his mouth are covered with thick stubble. His chin is terrifyingly pointy. His eyes are blue and black, and his face is just a side profile.
His body shape, especially his left leg, was so thin that almost no flesh could be seen, and his black cotton coat had been scratched.
Is this still a...person? A refugee from somewhere.
The skin on his palm was scratched, and it was as if you could see the bones inside through the layer of blood, because there was no flesh.
Otoya handed over a handkerchief and looked at him quietly with dark eyes. He took the handkerchief and smelled the faint scent of medicine, but his fingers became stiff.
She said in the thick cold fog, "Turn around."
Calm, soft and soft Chinese.
The man moved his pale lips and hesitated for a long time, not knowing what to do or what to do. In the end, he squatted on the ground and covered his face.
Yinmi turned around, opened the car door, and fastened her seat belt. Ruru looked at her trembling hands and asked, "Mommy, don't we take him to the hospital?"
"unnecessary."
The car quickly disappeared into the heavy fog. Otoya glanced at the rearview mirror, but she saw nothing but a turbid white mist.