I still remember that when she was young, she was still in the orphanage. Luo Chen was one year older than her at that time, but in the orphanage without parents, he took care of her like her brother. Later, someone came to choose to study in the classical dance academy.
My child, Luo Chen actually followed her after she was selected.
Learning to dance is difficult. She has to train non-stop every day. If she fails to do a move, she will be punished. She is careful every day, hoping to learn it early and go to Luo Chen. She is not smart, but she can endure hardship. Gradually, the basics
After getting good at kung fu, studying becomes much easier.
I still remember that winter, there was a thin snowfall. They lived in the south and rarely saw snow, so the two of them held hands and went shopping in the snow. The cold hexagonal flowers fell on
Her face instantly turned into a little cool moisture.
On that day, Luo Chen confessed his feelings to her. It turned out that she was not alone in unrequited love, he also liked her...
The atmosphere in the tent was very solemn, as if there was a thick layer of dark clouds pressing on their heads. The witch doctor had woken up at this time, Zhenjin was sitting behind the desk with a serious face, and Hu Gechi was silent.
Watching Arnold next to the bed.
The witch doctor sat on the carpet panting, half of the mask on his face had been removed, revealing the pale and aging face under the mask.
"Damba, I hope today's events will not be leaked." Zhenjin looked serious, and stared at the witch doctor Danba with his dark brown eyes.
There was a hint of surprise on Danba's old face, and then he looked at Zhenjin doubtfully, "Sir, you should know that this matter is not trivial. The Immortal God is guiding us on the right path."
"These are just four sentences of prophecy. Now the first three sentences have been fulfilled, and the last sentence is dispensable." Zhenjin's voice was not loud, but it sounded extremely convincing.
Danba sighed, "I'm old and I don't know what the world will be like now. Sir, if you have a T-shirt, please let me leave the military camp."
"Danba, you are not old yet. Now we are fighting with Ali Buge, and there is another rebellion in Shandong. How can you leave at this time?" Zhenjin stood up, walked to the witch doctor Danba and sat down, "
I need you, I need you to stay by my side."
There was a hint of weakness on the old face, but there was a hint of recognition in the eyes, "I understand, if you really treat me well, I will do my best to serve you."
Zhenjin smiled and patted Danba on the shoulder, "Okay, you go and rest!"
Danba nodded, and before leaving, he turned around and said, "Sir, I hope you will treat this little baby well. Although Danba can't peek into the secret of heaven, he can see that this little baby's lifeline is closely connected with you, sir."
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"Really?" Zhenjin murmured, seeming to be asking Danba and himself.
Danba staggered out of the tent, but not far away a child rushed towards him.
"Master, who did you ask you to treat? Is Master Zhenjin's injury serious?" The child has a pair of beautiful black eyes, and his clear gaze is like ice crystals on the Qilian Mountains.
"Sangge, this is not what you should ask." Danba said solemnly, his voice was hoarse and uncomfortable. He coughed hard, and a sweet smell came up along the trachea.
"Master, master, what's wrong with you?" Sanger looked panicked and hurriedly supported his master.
"I'm fine, just take a rest." Danba's voice sounded very haggard and old. He was indeed old.
Sanger carefully supported his master and walked towards the tent where they lived step by step. What happened just now? Why did his master vomit blood?