In an old community in Yongzhou City, the fourth floor of an old residential building with ivy-covered walls is different from the others. The space between the windows and security windows is filled with various potted plants.
, this is the time when flowers are blooming, and the colorful flowers are blooming among the green ivy, which is particularly pleasing. Behind is the open window, the white gauze curtain is rolling slightly with the wind, and occasionally you can see a figure,
Walking behind the gauze curtain.
Maybe it's because of the gauze curtains. Although the sun is bright outside, it's still a little dark inside. The furnishings in the room are very simple, including a bed, a cabinet, and a dressing table. On the dressing table, there is a jewelry box and a
Wigs are available in various lengths and colors.
A man in very old clothes was holding a mop, hunched over, and carefully cleaning every inch of the floor in the room. Suddenly, there was a crisp sound from the next door, like some glass product was broken. The man seemed to be frightened.
Usually, he throws the mop in his hand and runs towards the sound.
Although it has not yet entered summer, the weather is already very warm, and she no longer feels cold when wearing long sleeves. But sitting in a wheelchair, she is still wrapped in a thick sweater and has a beige thread hat on her head.
There was no thick hair under the brim of the hat. Her face was very pale, very weak, and no blood could be seen. In front of her and at her feet was a broken glass with water stains on the ground.
The man ran over, anxiously picked up her hand, looked left and right, and felt relieved when he saw that she was not injured. He looked at her whole body again, and finally felt relieved.
"If you drop it, just drop it. I'll buy a plastic cup tomorrow so I won't be afraid of it." The man picked up the glass fragments on the ground, looked up at her, and forced a smile.
A lot of tears suddenly welled up in the woman's sunken eyes because of her thinness, as if the dam had burst, and they fell down with a bang. The man panicked, and threw away half of the glass fragments he had just picked up, and raised his hand to go
I was wiping her face, but I was afraid that there would be debris on my hands and scratch her face, so I rubbed it hard on my pants again and again, then carefully held her face, and gently wiped it from under her eyelids with my thumbs.
He passed by and murmured softly: "Idiot, why are you crying again? Didn't you agree that you won't cry anymore?"
As the words came out of his mouth, he couldn't help but his eyes turned red.
The woman's eyes were very bright and energetic, although her face was as gray as the trunk of a withered sycamore tree. She stared at him blankly, her tears became more and more violent, and after a while, she finally sobbed, and then
Howl.
The man carefully held her in his arms, and as soon as he closed his eyes, tears rolled down his face.
"Promise me, let's go, don't stay with me anymore." The woman closed her eyes, hiding the heartbreaking pain in her eyes, gritted her teeth, and spoke.
The man's body trembled, and he hugged her hand. He couldn't help it anymore, and hugged her tightly to his chest. He was originally afraid of touching the dialysis wound under her armpit, but he was even more afraid that he wouldn't hold her hard enough.
If it's tight, the woman in his arms will disappear. He can't live without her. He can't live without her, just like a kite without string and can never find its way home.
"I don't have much time. I don't want you to see me in my most embarrassing state." The woman tried to sound calmer, but the tears betrayed her wishes and became more and more turbulent.
The man shook his head, like a rattle, and the woman followed suit, shaking as if she was about to fall apart. The hat suddenly fell off, revealing that she only had a few sparse, withered hair left, hanging limply on her head.
The fallen hat rolled into the puddle of water, and there was a withered yellow hair that had just fallen off.
The woman glanced at it, closed it again, and another stream of tears welled up in her eyes. She once had long hair that reached her waist. She once walked past him, and her dark hair was gently swaying around her hips and waist.
It can catch his eyes and make him unable to move away. However, the thing he was most obsessed with is now gone. Just like her life, it seems that it can never be found again.
Love is a very strange thing. She used to be chased by many people, but she never fell in love with any of them. Until that day, she walked past him, and he suddenly caught up with her and stopped her, but said no shyly.
He hesitated for a long time before finally saying something. He asked her, is your hair real?
She smiled. So, she fell in love with him. After they were together, he always liked to hug her from behind, and then bury his head in her hair, deeply intoxicated, as if there was a special fragrance in her hair.
It can make him intoxicated. But she always uses the cheapest shampoo, which exudes a poor quality fragrance. When she sweats, there is always a sour smell of sweat. But he just likes it.
Now, the beautiful hair that made him drunk is gone. So what reason does he have to stay?
She wanted to push him away, but the long-term dialysis had already made her weak, her hands and feet were weak, and it would be difficult to stand for even a few minutes. How could she struggle to open his embrace so hard. However, she really didn't want to drag him down anymore.
In the past six months since the onset of the disease, she had watched herself slowly change from a beautiful woman to this inhuman appearance, and she had also watched him change from a sunny and smiling appearance to a deep and haggard appearance. In half a year,
, he is much older. He who was only in his early thirties now looks like he is in his forties. This is far more painful than seeing his hair gradually withering and falling off in the mirror.
She is tired.
"Just go, okay? I beg you." The woman's voice was as soft as a feather falling to the ground, but when it fell into the man's ears, it was as if the water glass had been smashed on the ground.
He was panic-stricken. She never said begging, she was always so strong. But now, she said begging him to leave.
My heart hurts like a knife.
"Why? I have already raised the money and it will arrive tomorrow. We still have a chance. Can we hold on a little longer?" The man was as frightened as a child.
"I'm tired, I'm really tired, I don't want to persist anymore." The woman opened her eyes and carefully looked at this face that she looked at every day but never got tired of. He was really old and had sideburns.
He has white hair, but he is still so young.
The man was stunned, looked at her, and suddenly realized that she had really decided to give up this time.
"Then what should I do?" he asked her, tears falling into his mouth, which was full of bitterness.
The woman raised her hand and gently touched his face. Her fingers traced every part from the brow to the corner of the mouth. The nostalgia in her eyes made his heart feel like it was being torn apart inch by inch.
"You are still young and so good. I believe there will be a woman waiting for you. You will be happy."
"No, I won't." He retorted very firmly. He suddenly stood up and looked down at her. His eyes were very stubborn, so stubborn that it scared her.
"I won't leave you, and I won't let you die! My happiness can only be given to me by you, so don't even think about escaping!" After the man finished speaking, he turned around, squatted down, quickly picked up the broken glass, and then went out.
.
The woman was sitting in a wheelchair, listening to the sound of the door closing, closing her eyes, and suddenly her other hand spread out, and a piece of crystal clear glass inside shone.
When he came back, she was still sitting there, but the difference was that the water stain in front of the wheelchair turned red.
He was stunned there, forgetting to even cry.
When it got dark, the wind blew up the white gauze curtains in the room, and the street lights outside the window came in. He suddenly stood up, walked to another room, found the mobile phone on the bedside table, and dialed a number.
"It's me. Did you get the money?" In the darkness, his voice was so calm that it made people's hearts tremble.
The person on the other end of the phone seemed to be trying to shirk. He lost his patience and said, "I want to see the money before eight o'clock tomorrow morning. If you don't receive it, don't blame me for being rude. I heard that the Public Security Bureau
The king's team has been investigating the murder case."
"I don't care what method you use, remember, eight o'clock is not a minute more." After the man hung up the phone, he walked back to the room. He turned on the light, picked up the woman from the wheelchair, and walked towards
The bathroom.
Tonight, it seemed to be particularly dark. Wang Shigen, with four plainclothes men, hunched over, was sneaking towards the three bungalows not far away in the darkness of the night.
The dog's parents were imprisoned there.
The five people quickly arrived nearby, found a hidden place, and squatted down. Wang Shigen asked the person next to him softly: "Which room is it?"
One of them pointed to the one on the far left and said, "That one."
"Are you sure there are only three people?" Wang Shigen asked again worriedly.
"I'm sure." The person who just spoke nodded with great confidence.
"Okay, let's follow what we discussed before and ensure the safety of the target." After Wang Shigen's instructions, the group of people moved.
But before they could stand up straight, the sound of a car's engine suddenly came from not far away. Wang Shigen hurriedly suppressed them and went dormant again.
Soon, two cars drove up to the house. Among the people who got out of the car, Wang Shigen recognized two of them as Sun City's bodyguards.
Wang Shigen frowned, why did these people come here at this time?
As soon as these people got off the car, they entered the room in the middle. Not long after, they brought two old people out, followed by three people. As the plainclothes man said before, there were really only three of them.
But now there are seven people.
"Team Wang, what should we do? Go up or not?" the plainclothes man next to him asked Wang Shigen softly.
Wang Shigen hesitated. Among the seven people, the two bodyguards must be armed. There were only five of them here. Although Wang Shigen was confident that the people he brought could definitely defeat them, he could not guarantee that the two bodyguards would be able to defeat them in the conflict.
The safety of an old man. If something goes wrong with these two people, not to mention their own conscience issues, something may happen to Gouzi. In Gu Qingyuan's case, there can no longer be any mistakes.
But if they don't, once the person is taken away, it will be difficult for them to get it back, unless they have a showdown with Lao Hei, but this is the last resort and may not succeed.
Up or not up?
When Wang Shigen was still hesitating, the plainclothes man next to him suddenly urged him: "Team Wang, make a decision quickly, they are going to get on the bus."
"Go!" Wang Shigen made up his mind in an instant. At this time, he can only take a chance, "Third son and Xiao Li, protect the old man."