Gossip King

"It's dark... It's cold... I don't have a place to live... Do you remember that place..." The little witch's voice cleared into Gao Leng's mind.

Hearing this, cold tears poured out.

It's dark...

Where is it dark?

Gao Leng trembled, where is Xiaowei who has no place to live now?

Gao Leng exhausted all his strength to activate the power, and over and over again, Xiaowei passed this sentence over and over again.

It's so cold... I don't have a place to live... Do you remember that place...

which place?

At this moment, these few words seemed to be the only light in the darkness, although Gao Leng was painful to his bones, but at least there was light.

He knew that his Gao Jia Xiaowei had not disappeared, and he stayed in a dark, very cold place with no place to live.

And this place, she asked Gao Leng, do you remember it, it was naturally the place Gao Leng had been to.

In Gao Leng's mind suddenly appeared the sycamore tree that the little witch had walked through when she was injured for the first time.

"I like this place the most, and I will come later." At that time, she was covered in blood and her tail was cut off, but her eyes were full of happiness looking at the trees: "What a beautiful place, I will live here in the future. ."

After that, it took three full years before Gao Leng took the little witch to the old place again, and she still couldn't love it.

Gao Leng still remembers that joyful look.

Yes, it is there. Gao Leng closed her eyes, and the little witch curled up in her mind, shivering with cold in the dark place.

He opened his eyes and took out his cell phone to call the assistant: "Arrange the plane, I am going to the Gardenia Garden now."

"Gardenia Garden? Oh... OK, I will arrange it now. If I go there as soon as possible, it will take four hours to declare the flight itinerary."

After hanging up the phone, Gao Leng lighted another cigarette to Lao.

"Brother, thank you, brother, I... I'll have to..." Gao Leng said when there was a sudden gust of wind, and the flying smoke seemed to nod his head.

For some reason, Gao Leng always felt that Xiaowei's voice was sent by his good brother, who knows?

"Maybe, it's all fate," Gao Leng said.

What he didn't know was that on the rooftop of the hospital, the little witch also said this: This is the fate of the old hanging, no one can escape.

"You said, fate is really elusive." Gao Leng leaned on the tombstone of Lao Hang. The new tombstone had no breath of vicissitudes, and everything seemed so unreal. In some moments, he hardly wanted to believe him. My good brother, the old hanging, who lives so hard, actually lies inside.

He didn't believe it.

But I have to believe it again.

"You said you wanted to be a hero. No one thought of the future or the accident, which would come first. I would not go to the Middle East if I knew it earlier, but this'knowledge earlier'...very weak." Gao Leng covered his face, tears from His fingers penetrated.

He had known it a long time ago, he should listen carefully to Xiaowei's voice when the doctor came out.

"Don't worry, sister-in-law, child, I will take care of it." At the end, Gao Leng could only say that, saying everything else was quite weak.

How can a person who works so hard, who is so kind, who treats his wife so well, and who is ordinary, suddenly die?

Master Diao still has such a bright future, and this future is right in front of him. How can accidents take the lead?

Gao Leng couldn't help thinking of many people who died suddenly.

Young people are suddenly gone.

"Boss, I don't think we can always make people work overtime, you said, there are so many people who die suddenly, and you are all dead, what dreams are you chasing after!" The fat man said so.

"Sometimes chasing dreams is to pay, how can there be such an easy dream chasing?" Old Hang asked rhetorically.

The conversation of the past is still in my ears.

The fat man in the distance became a fool from crying, and he couldn't even come to Lao Hang's grave.

The future or the accident, whichever comes first, may be fate.

"Brother, I have to go in a while, I have to find the little witch, by the way, you are not familiar with the little witch, she is me..." Gao Leng said here, and paused.

Who is she?

Gao Leng discovered at this time that he had always thought that Xiao Leng was his first love, but he thought about it carefully, it was wrong, the little witch should be, and the witch was the first woman he had ever met with affection! Except when I was young and frivolous, I slept with the former master's girlfriend.

The witch was the first woman he really got.

The little witch should be his first love.

But in the long years, Gao Cooling didn't know this, and he always regarded Xiao Ceng as his first love.

And the most tempting woman?

It doesn't seem to be.

He always felt that Murong was the woman he was most attracted to.

Thinking of it at this time is really ironic.

What about your favorite woman?

The little witch does not seem to be...

The cold tears gushed out again, and the man did not flick the tears lightly, but he didn't know how precious he was when he lost his heart.

The little witch gave silently, without asking for anything in return, when she was needed, she was there, when she was not needed, she stayed silently on standby.

She also gave up her life for him three times, each time with the pain of docking her tail.

"She's me... the most disappointed person." Gao Leng covered his face, his tears became more and more, and his body trembled: "She has no place to live now, in a dark place, very cold, I have to Go find her, brother, sorry, I have to go find her."

I don't know how many men have let down others.

That kind of betrayal is only noticed when they are lost. Even some people don’t notice when they are lost. Instead, they abandon it viciously. In the long years since then, when they meet other women, they slowly feel the person before. Good.

The high cold at this time felt like this.

He failed Xiaowei. It was not that he didn't give her any identity. Xiaowei didn't care about his identity, but that he didn't realize that Xiaowei was his first love and the most important woman in such a long time. It was not just giving her supernatural powers. Is important, but emotionally important.

He needs a small tail, can't do without her, most can't do without her, his heart is broken.

"She said she was cold, dark, and had no place to live...brother, I..." Gao Leng said these words repeatedly.

Hanging in his mind is the eldest brother, the eldest brother is like a father, only in front of him can tell the pain in his heart, and now, the eldest brother left, everything is back to the loess.

The person who wants to be a hero, his epitaph gleams quietly.

It's nice to have a brother like Lao Hang.

From the driver to the hanging master, it’s nice not to change the original intention.

Gao Leng stood up, turned around one step at a time, goodbye, brother, if there is another life.

If there is an afterlife, in the future and accidents, choose the future, relax and relax. However, if there is a future life, I am afraid that with a temperament like Lao Diao, I will choose to go to the Middle East without hesitation.

As the sister-in-law said.

My man is different from you, he died on his way to becoming a hero.

I am afraid if there is an afterlife.

Lao Hang will still live so hard, smiling and living to the last moment, not wasting a moment.

Even if he knew the undercurrents ahead, he would wade over without hesitation.

Because this is the old man.

Gao Leng stood up. He knew that his brother Ruo Quanxia would urge him to go and look for the little witch, not to let her be cold, hungry, or scared.

At this time, the west fell to the west.

The sister-in-law of Diaosao quietly burned Lao Dang’s clothes, still without tears, even smiling, this strong woman gave her best to the world, and the courage that a heroic woman should have, along with the smoke of Lao’s clothes , Rippling.

"These are your summer clothes. I made a set for you so that you won't wear it wrong." The sister-in-law took a set, threw it to the fire, and said.

"This is your glove, your favorite. I put winter clothes together for you, remember?" The sister-in-law threw a pair of gloves to the other part of the fire, where the winter coat was burning.

Quietly, no crying, no trouble.

The tone of voice like chatting with an old hanging at home is awe-inspiring.

Gao Leng looked over.

Although this woman has no culture, she is so touching.

Worthy of being an old woman.

Turned and left.

...

At night, it should be two or three in the morning.

There was a man lying beside Lao Hang's grave.

Lying on Lao Hang's grave, he was wearing a thin blue floral jacket, and he wore the hairstyle that a girl could only wear before.

Oh oh oh oh...

A low, depressed cry came out.

woo woo woo woo……

The cry that could no longer be controlled, accompanied by the meowing of wild cats at night, came out.

No one heard, except the old hanger.

Hanging sister-in-law lay on her man's grave, crying with tears.

"I listened to you... I didn't cry in public... Did I behave well? I..." Sister-in-law hanging against the grave with her body vigorously.

"You...you...don't worry...now no one knows that I am crying. I am not sad when I cry. I am not sad. I have no regrets. I have no regrets for letting you go to the Middle East. Really, don't get me wrong..." My sister-in-law's body was shaking with crying.

"I just miss you... I miss you..."

The dark clouds covered Langyue, presumably Langyue was also sad.

Oh oh oh oh...

The cry echoed by Lao Hang's grave.

"I don’t regret it, do what you want, I support you, I’m crying, it’s not that I regret it, don’t feel sad, don’t feel sad underneath, I just miss you, I miss you, and I will be fine In life, the baby will grow up and will not remarry..."

The sister-in-law lay down on the side of the grave and hugged the grave.

But the grave was too big for her to hold it.

"You are not allowed to find someone underneath. You must keep the bed for me..." The sister-in-law reached out and slapped the grave shyly: "I also keep the bed for you. I only sleep by you, and you are yours. Death is your ghost. I am the best man. I am different from everyone else. You are a hero. I will live well and will not shame you."

Oh oh oh oh...

The crying sounded until the sun shone slightly.

Stopped abruptly.

Two hours later, cooking smoke ignited in the stove, and the sister-in-law made breakfast with a calm face and shouted: "Boys! Get up and get up! Get up and eat! Big baby, you're so slow, be careful of your father Look at you! Don’t think he can’t see! Get up!"

The voice was stern, like an old hanging.

With her head held up like this, she was wearing a thin blue coat, carrying steamed buns and porridge, and put things on the table.

On the table, I also put food for the old hanging.

She looked at the sunrise and smiled slightly.