Chapter 1443

When blood splashed on his face, Han Jing recovered.

Looking at Wan Zhuo's face spit out a mouthful of blood, lying on the ground, opened his mouth, but could not say a word, weak breath.

Han Jing slowly stood up, took out a tissue from his pocket, wiped the blood on his hands, wiped the blood off his face, and threw the tissue on WAN Zhuo's body.

He went to get the little white flower on the chair, put it beside wanzhuo, and said to the man with glasses, "give me a lighter."

Man Leng Leng, understand what he means, from the hands of his companions to lighter, hands respectfully presented to him.

Han Jing went to wanzhuo's side and squatted down slowly, "I will let you experience the pain you caused to others, wanzhuo, enjoy it."

He took what he had put in his mouth before and put it in his mouth again. The lighter ignited his clothes. The fire started quickly and became bigger and bigger.

Wan Zhuo was writhing in pain, and the fire was burning all over him.

Han Jing was beside him, looking sad, as if he had come to attend a funeral.

When the fire in the store gets bigger and bigger, the man with glasses splashes a lot of alcohol. At last, the people inside are swallowed by the fire. Han Jing turns around and leaves.

Han Tianzhuo and Han churui look at each other and look at the three men again. The man with glasses says, "I'll deal with it. Please take care of Mr. Han."

Han Tianzhuo listens to the tone of his speech, and does not have the kind of deference to Han Jing, the corners of his mouth pull.

"Look at your extraordinary skills. Who are you?"

The man with glasses smiles, "it doesn't matter who I am. The important thing is that I did the task that my husband told me. If Mr. Han still has a request, just say it, I will do my best. "

"Please replace us. Thank you for helping my brother. If you need help, you can come to me later."

They do not say, Han Tianzhuo no longer ask, and Han churui turned away.

When passing by those wild flowers, Han Jing stops again, squats down and looks at one with pink petals and a little fragrance. He reaches out his hand to pick it off and give it to jasmine.

But she couldn't see such fresh flowers when she thought that Molly was gone. On the contrary, she hurt these little flowers.

He drew back his hand and laughed at the flower.

"If Molly could see it, she would love it."

Han churui sat down, heard what he said, stopped and left him some space.

When they left the basement and went to the hospital, Han churui stopped by the florist, went to the florist, bought a bunch of roses, and handed them to Han Jing when they got back on the bus.

"Maybe she'll like it better."

Han Jing looks at the bright rose in her hand in surprise, and laughs at herself. "Molly hasn't received the flower I gave her yet."

When he got to the hospital, Han Jing put the rose beside the refrigerator. After sitting down, he didn't speak for a long time.

Revenge, said, she will not hear, but disturb her.

He turned his head and stared at the flowers next to him, smiling. "Molly, I didn't ask you what kind of flowers you like. Big brother said you would like roses. Roses are very beautiful, but I think you look better."

Looking at the girl lying there without any response, he bowed his head, held back tears and raised a smile again.

"Molly, what do you think I should do? I don't want you to disappear. "

On the way here, Han churui asks him how to deal with Molly's body. He can't stay in the freezer forever. It's not about money, it's about peace.

Han Jing has been avoiding this problem before, but this problem is not to escape, can not do.

Molly has experienced the pain of being burned. He doesn't want her body to go through such a process, so he doesn't want Molly to stay in the hospital for cremation.

After sitting for several hours and looking out the window, it was getting dark before he got up and left.

Out of the hospital, suddenly a six-year-old girl bumped into his feet and fell unsteadily.

Little girl chubby hands holding a bunch of white chrysanthemum, silly sitting on the ground looking at him, Han Jing strange and her eyes. The little girl has beautiful eyes. They are clear and shining. She has just cried. There are some tears on her eyelashes.

"How can you be alone, your family?" Han Jing helped her up and found that there was a lot of dirt on her feet and her body was dirty.

The little girl blinked, tears fell from the corner of her eyes, but she held back crying.

"Auntie said, my mother went to another world, I want to go to another world to give her this bunch of flowers, but I went a long way, but I didn't find my mother, brother, I want to find my mother."

Han Jing is touched in his heart. He also wants to send the bunch of roses to Molly's hand, but he can't go far without going to Molly's world.

"The other world your mother went to is very mysterious. You have to wait until you grow up to know the way. You are too young to go there."

The little girl looked up at him, "why wait for me to grow up? I miss my mother now. My mother hasn't held me for a long time."Han Jing touched her head, "that elder brother hugs you, OK?"

Little girl tangled for a while before nodding, open arms to hold him, "brother, why mother will go to another world, is I disobedient, make mother angry, mother just don't want me?"

Han Jing holds her to the front desk of the hospital and asks the nurse who lost her child. Hearing the little girl's inquiry, he explains gently.

"No, you are very good. You will send flowers to mom. If mom knows, she will be very happy.

Your mother loves you very much, but she has something to do and has to leave. Although she can't be with you, she will miss you all the time. You have to remember mom, mom will accompany you in another way and watch you grow up. "

This passage, which he said to the little girl, was also his reflection on Molly's departure.

Little girl listen to his words, don't understand, smoked snivel, Han Jing with a handkerchief to her wipe.

"What's your name?"

"I'm Lu Tianguo. My brother can call me Guoguo. Guoguo is seven years old. Guoguo can hear your voice. Guoguo is very obedient."

She was afraid that he didn't like herself and nervously grasped his sleeve.

Han Jing frowned and looked at the little girl. She was short. If she hadn't said she was seven years old, he would have thought she was only four or five years old. Her round little face was very cute, and she had hearing aids in her ears. It should be that her hearing was abnormal.

She enunciated clearly, but the rhythm of pause was much slower than that of ordinary children. He speculated that it might be that she spoke more slowly than ordinary children.

"Brother knows, Guoguo is very good. You run out of the hospital alone. What about your father? "

Guoguo lowered his head, staring at the flowers in his hand, "my father is still working. My aunt sent me and my mother to the hospital. I don't like my father and I don't like my aunt. I want my mother."

Han Jing doesn't know the details of her family, but it's very dangerous for her to walk around here alone. She can only accompany her and wait for her father.

The nurse at the front desk hung up and said to Han Jing, please wait for a moment. There is indeed a Mr. Lu looking for her daughter, probably the little girl.

Han Jing holds the landing sweet fruit to sit on the chair, looking at the little girl sitting on the side, but her hand is still holding his wrist tightly, knowing that she is insecure, he gently patted her back.