Chapter 712

He Yusen, like George Sheng, is an old son of his family. His mother is 70 years old. Her husband died many years ago. He Yusen and his wife divorced for nearly two years. She lives alone in Hong Kong. When Tong Hao went to pick her up, he knelt down in front of her and told her, "I'm sorry, aunt. A Sen has an accident in the night city."

The old man was shocked for a moment. Then he grabbed Tong Hao's arm and asked what happened to his son. In fact, she already knew that if it wasn't a big thing, how could Tong Hao kneel down and talk?

But sometimes people like to deceive themselves and pretend to be confused, until they hear from Tong Hao: "a Sen is dead."

The old man clasps Tong Hao's arm, raises his head and opens his mouth. He looks like he is in agony, but he can't make any sound. The picture makes people feel goose bumps.

In addition to the initial pain, Tong Hao took his mother back to the night city on the way, she was surprisingly calm, calm and frightening, Tong Hao could not help but said in a deep voice: "aunt, you cry when you are sad."

The old man didn't look at Tong Hao. He looked at a place with his eyes dazed. He gently shook his head. After a while, he said in a very low voice, "I don't cry. Arsene is very filial. He never lets me cry."

This sentence directly pokes Tong Hao's heart, he soon don't open the line of sight, but Rao is so, the red fundus is still particularly obvious.

He grew up as a snack. His old neighbor told him that his father was shot to death at the door of his home when he was less than three years old. His mother didn't let him have a last look. Later, his father's enemy always came to the door repeatedly and left him with 352 yuan.

In Tong Hao's childhood, he was labeled as a bad man by his father and abandoned his son by his mother. The children scolded him from street to street. He beat them one by one until they didn't dare to say any more. When the parents of the children pointed a stick at his head and said they would bully their children again, they killed him.

Tong Hao didn't agree. He picked up what he had around him. When he was not half a man tall, he dared to throw half a brick at a thirty or forty year old man's head. He was beaten countless times, openly and secretly, until he grew up to the age when no adult dared to bully him.

Many times he lay in an empty house with a high fever and infection. He was so sad that he thought, if his mother was still around, would he love him?

But such an idea would not last more than five seconds at a time. He thought it was ridiculous that he had such an idea. If he felt distressed, he would not have left him at the beginning.

Tong Hao did not experience maternal love, but can not bear to see a mother lost her son, white hair people send black hair people's pain.

When the plane landed in the night city, someone came to pick them up. Instead of going to the cold morgue, they went to a house. Tong Hao helped his mother open the door. It was very spacious. There was an ice coffin with electricity in the middle of the living room. There were no extra people in the room, except George Sheng in a wheelchair.

In his mother's eyes, there was only the coffin. He immediately sped up and ran to the front of the coffin. Tong Hao was afraid that she would fall down. He helped her all the way. The old man was lying beside the coffin and looked inside. He Yusen had a familiar face. Before he came to the night city, he went to her and had a meal with her. It was only a few dozen hours. How could he be gone?

The grief, which had not been crying before, was finally released at this moment. The old man's legs were weak and he almost couldn't stand. It was all supported by Tong Hao.

George Sheng, who had just finished leg surgery and was lying in bed with normal people, was dying of pain. However, he had been running around in a wheelchair. Now he took a step with his right foot and put his arms on both sides, trying to get up.

Tong Hao Yu Guang catches a glimpse of it. He can't help but frown. He wants to help her, but he still holds her in his hand. If he lets go, she will fall to the ground.

George Sheng didn't use anyone to help him. He got up from the wheelchair. In a few seconds, his face turned white, and the blood red in the white part was more obvious. It was the double torture of his body and soul, which made him unable to close his eyes and rest, even for a second.

His left leg didn't dare to exert any force at all. He limped to he Mu's side. The distance of a few meters made his face sweat.

Holding the coffin with one hand, Georgeson bent his knees slowly, first his right leg, then his left leg. When his left leg was bent and stressed, his masseter muscles on both sides were obviously exposed, and his eyes were redder.

He's mother is lying beside the coffin and can't get up. Georges Sheng kneels on her side, white faced and red eyed, and says word by word: "aunt, it's my fault. I didn't protect Arsene well. I know it's superfluous to say anything now. From today on, I'll treat Xiaojie as my own son and you as my mother. I can't repay what I owe Arsene in my life, I just hope you can give me a chance to make up for it. "

George Sheng was wearing black trousers, but soon he was injured in his left leg, where he felt dizzy and wet. It was the blood from the wound.

Tong Hao frowned, "brother Sheng..."

He wanted to help Georgetown up, but Georgetown didn't move. He knelt there with his back straight. If it wasn't for his white face, no one could imagine that he had just taken a bullet down.

He's mother reaches out her hand and touches he Yusen's cold face. Her hot tears fall down, but she can't warm her son's body.

George Sheng knelt on the ground for more than ten minutes, and half of his trousers were stained with blood. Tong Hao tried to say something many times, but when the words came to his mouth, he choked.

He can understand his mother's grief, but he can't watch George Sheng kneel down to dry the blood. He suddenly thinks of Yuanbao in his mind. If Yuanbao is there, what will he do?

A few seconds later, Tong Hao knelt beside his mother.

"I'm sorry, auntie. Arsene doesn't want to see you so sad. Brother Sheng will do justice for Arsene. He won't end up killing him."

When he Mu heard this, she finally turned around slowly. She looked at Georges Sheng and raised her hand to help him. Georges Sheng couldn't get up at all. Seeing this, Tong Hao immediately got up and propped up Georges Sheng.

George Sheng's left leg has been cold for a long time, and she doesn't feel much. Her hand is tightly held by his mother. She looks up at him and says, "Zhisheng, I know that a Sen's death can't be blamed on you. I have only one wish. I want the person who killed a Sen to be buried with him. I don't want to go alone on the way of a Sen's yellow spring."

George said, "I promise you."

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Later on Tong Hao's way back to the hospital, he was a little confused. With his eyes closed, he said in a cool voice, "get rid of sifangtang."

Tong Hao was driving. Wen Yan took a look in the rearview mirror and said slowly, "today? In less than three days, the boss of Sifang hall has been contacting me. He wants to meet you and say that this time has nothing to do with him. Do you want to wait another day? "

George Sheng's Adam's Apple moved, and his response was already very hard. "Arsene can't wait, Arsene's mother can't wait... Neither can I