Chapter 342

The wind blowing through the cold palace has always been as cold as water. The red paint on the old Palace door has fallen off more than half, which makes it more desolate. The white tiger gently pushed open the closed Palace door. At that moment, a baby's cry came to his ears!

"Who?" Sumanhe subconsciously tightens the baby in her arms. Warily looking at the direction of the palace gate, in her eyes. The white tiger saw the silk wings besides the fear!

If the big cold palace, but only sumanhe and just gave birth to the baby. Maybe she had never thought of such desolation before?!

"Niang Niang doesn't need to panic, white tiger just comes to see if there is anything that can help?" The white tiger has a soft complexion. Walk slowly to Su manhe's front, eyes can't help but flash past the little guy in her arms!

"How... It's you..." Su manhe's eyes were dim, she had to endure. I've been putting up with it. Finally bear to give birth to a baby boy, she fantasized that Li Aoyu can see his own flesh and blood, she knew Li Aoyu's character in her heart. He can't let himself go! But sumanhoe really doesn't want her children to live in the cold palace with her! Even if it's pain. She also wants her children to live a normal life!

"The white tiger knows what the empress means... Now the battle is in a hurry. The emperor is not in a stable mood. I didn't report this to him! " White tiger's hand touched the little guy. Lips can not help but wipe a smile, he is so lovely. Lovely people can't help but want to kiss! Such a child, the emperor should like it, right?

"Isn't the cold sky dead?" Su manhe looks at Bai Hu in surprise. Doesn't he say that he committed suicide for Xu bixuan? Compared with Li Aoyu. Cold and proud of the sky is really a kind of love, Su manhe's heart suddenly flashed a trace of regret, maybe he broke his own happiness

"Well! It's not just him, but Xu bixuan is still alive... "Said Bai Hu faintly

"Really... Their lives are so big! It's nothing to do with me. I just want my child to be safe. "Sumanhe looked at the baby in her arms with a trace of doting. Her face naturally showed the nature of women!

"Lady... What can I do for you?" For Su manhe, Bai Hu has only sympathy. He knows Li Aoyu's character. Whether he can recognize this child is still unknown, let alone Su manhe! Her fate is predestined!

"I just hope that Li Aoyu can recognize this child..." Su manhe looked at the baby in his arms dejectedly, with a twinkle in the corner of his eyes, and a bit of uncertainty in his tone

"Come here, or..."

Have you seen Mei Chaofeng?

Compared with fan, it's really inferior.

In the background sound, someone wailed. After a while, the voice became loud. A hoarse voice said:

"Keren, don't worry about mom. Mom will die. My mother is not as good as death. Well, take care of herself. "

Word by word, she said very slowly, very persistent, interrupted several times in the middle, endured no cry, no call for help.

This is the first time in 21 years that my mother has spoken to me in such a formal, serious and affectionate manner, but I know that she is my mother and has always been.

Especially after seeing Manjusri and his little mother treat his little sister, I know more clearly that my mother has always loved me

Don't want to say anything, I don't think there is anything to say, or can have any use, on the contrary, look up, vaporize the water in my eyes, I still listen quietly.

This world, has prepared too much dog blood for me, I must face, has no other choice.

The howling sound was far away and near. After repeated several times, fan Huiji asked triumphantly:

"After tonight, hum..."

I said:

"It's said that too many men are easy to get AIDS. There is no medicine to cure for the time being. This reminder is free."

Hang up the phone, I stood up and ran away

Brian pulled me, I looked at him, we, together to run away

Jie Jie is very stinky follow me, can sensible, don't call don't make.

We all run away

Ming Feng and Lao Liu followed without a word.

At the door, the wind is blowing, and the dust is a little big. I don't know if the distant sandstorm has anything to do with it or the floating dust brought up by the wind. In short, the dust is a little big.

"Where to?"

On the bus, old six asked.

"School."

Do you want me to ask?

The car's short silence, Jie Jie was squeezed some uncomfortable, uneasy move.

It seems that the car is still a little small. Four people and one dog can't sit down.

But tacit understanding, incomparable tacit understanding, we do not speak.

I let it go, hold Jie Jie, make it more comfortable.

Jie Jie is still quiet, lying on my legs, by my arms, licking my hand, very satisfied, very happy.

Walking half way, Bryan takes out the gun and checks it slowly. Lala is safe. I feel pretty good.

Inside the car, the air became more and more gloomy, but it was very quiet. There was no sign of an outbreak. Everything was normal.

"Auntie will be miserable."

When the car arrived at the school gate, Brian said.

Ming Style:

"Everyone has his own way to go, his own business to do, and his own sin to redeem. Do you think it's heroic to kill the past now? "

Of course I know what Brian means, but I know more about myself.

Revenge for mom and dad?

I've been included in the plan for a long time, but I'm not mature in reality. Do you want to kill the fan family now?

Can you kill it?

Does it work?

"Brother Feng, help me..."

Brian left a look in his eyes and led Jie out of the car.

Ming Feng helped me out of the car and kept my professional vigilance. My whole body was tense, reaching an unprecedented attitude.

Old six seems indifferent, but, also moved, heartbeat.

Get out of the car, hold me tight in the middle, and take out the phone.

But the school was quiet and there was no change, at least in my opinion.

Of course, apart from intuition, I haven't been specially trained, and my knowledge is limited.

And my intuition is that the weather is very bad, the dust concentration is increasing, and it's difficult to breathe. It's a bad night.

But it doesn't matter. What's worse? I'm still me.

"You bring more people here, en, Zheng Shao's people, and the people in the Bureau... En..."

Lao Liu calls in a low voice.

As soon as the phone was hung up, his face sank and he said, "Mingfeng, hurry to inform en Shao that there are people in the Bureau. Don't let them catch you..."

Ming Feng raised his eyebrows and his face became more and more upright. He took out the phone and said in a low voice:

"From the bureau? Just here? Stir it big enough... "

Liu glanced nervously at the people around him and hummed:

"When you are a fan's fool, don't you have any energy to be so arrogant?"

"Why should Yan Shao always let him? Well, you gave me the little things, didn't you? Let the people in the Bureau see, hum... "

Ming Feng took me by the arm, almost half hugged me, and said on the phone:

"En Shao, be careful of the people in the Bureau... Don't you also take..."

When he got to the bottom of the lecture hall, Lao Liu was about to blow up his hair

"If there's nothing wrong with the place, how dare you face us? We just don't interfere with each other and don't want to make trouble. Look up... Three! It's all the good things that girls do. What do you do if you don't have to make things so big? Back and forth... Can kill people. Now, let's see how it ends this time... "

Top?

I saw rice put the phone, secretly give me a sign: those people are Zheng Jingren, don't worry.

Er... Of course, Lao Liu doesn't worry about talking so much nonsense.

Mingfeng also saw it, rolled his eyes, and immediately relaxed his body

"It's all like this. What are you doing? Still afraid of him? "

Yeah, afraid of him?!

There are three above, but

Hum, let's go our separate ways. Who's afraid of who!

No one seems to be afraid

I don't know the slightest sign that I'm smiling

The dust is all over the sky. Although it's not very clean, it doesn't matter much. It doesn't have any substantial impact.

Under the streetlights, it is full of ups and downs, some publicity and blindness, just like the budding evil, ready to devour something under the cover of the night.

The evening lecture was really good. It's no exaggeration to say that statistics is very useful as a tool, and I can arm it for daily management.

Well, it's very important to apply what you have learned and apply it accurately.

When I take a bath, my mind is full of samples, error analysis, factors, multiple linear regression... Simulation modeling... Statistical inference

After the bath, I leaned on the head of the bed, holding the statistics book given by my elder martial brother (I didn't bring my own book), and my eyes finally drifted away.

Bathing is always relaxing, and after relaxing, it seems that I should think about it.

Mom

My mother

In front of the bed, Jie lying there, did not go, do not know what meaning, accompany me comfort me, or guard protection?

Er, my bedroom, I didn't let Jie Jie in for a long time!

Alas, the tyrant we love has orders, who dares not?

What about today?

No matter how clever Jie is, he is a dog after all. He can't speak, so I don't know his intention.

But nothing, it is willing to accompany me, this once in a while, I believe the tyrant will not be how, right?

Just like when I came here today, Lao Liu didn't object after a long time.

Well, Lao Liu was going to take me away. In peacetime, I would be interested in going to the army or some headquarters; After all, no matter how powerful the underworld is, it has to be short in the face of the army.

It seems that I remember my father mentioned that no one should offend them. Military courts are rarely handled by local authorities.

Oh, there seems to be another saying. When an accident happens in the army, they usually don't let the local authorities take care of it. They protect the short men to death, whether they are right or wrong, or whether they are reasonable

So, it seems that today, besides Tan Shi, there is a relatively peaceful place and umbrella, which can give people absolute trust.

Trust is a luxury term.

But Dang and the army can always give people this feeling. No matter what kind of festering abscesses a few people have on the surface, on the whole, they are very credible.

This is also the ultimate reason why we dare to go up to fan.

I believe that as long as we have sufficient evidence, someone will make the decision for us.

Well, yes, Mr. Fan

Mom

Why did mom say that?

Is it true that when a man is dying, his words are good?

Even if she loved me before, she would not say that. To be honest, I think her love for me is not so much her love for me as her maternal nature or human nature.

There are some differences. I think I have to make a clear distinction.

If you love consciously and automatically, you will act consciously,

For example, love, such as beating and scolding, beating and scolding is another form of hate, which we all know.

And unconscious subconscious love, sometimes even her own may feel baffled.

Especially those who have not majored in psychology, sociology or philosophy, she will not consider this situation carefully.

For example, when my mother impatiently gave me 200 yuan to pay for my tuition, she would think it was

"I owe you", and then I hate or cry.

In fact, this is her maternal love. To put it bluntly,

We should not be unfamiliar with the terms "girls' dropout rate" and "Chunlei project". I did not drop out of school, and a large part of them came from my mother's efforts.

In this way, the mother's love is separated and broken, and the detailed analysis may be a little utilitarian and blasphemous.

But I think, love, maternal love, is not empty * kiss or even connivance, not in the mouth chattering attention to safety.

Love is also tangible.

Before my mother fled, I didn't live in the street. Apart from Grandma's unremitting efforts and social assistance, I think the main thing is my mother's greatness.

Grandma with me, to a certain extent, also shows that mother has to raise grandma, because grandma has little income, at least I don't know.

Now I think, the reason why my mother is willing or helpless to support my grandmother is that it shows from another angle that my mother's greatness is not only for me.

She has no choice but to enlarge the burden of me and provide for us by selling our bodies.

And

Only in the dead of night, I thought deeply for the first time. Grandma never taught me: your mother is not good, or don't pay attention to her when she grows up, although she doesn't agree with her mother's career.

No, grandma never said that. Even when others bullied me, she said that it was your mother. No matter what, she was your mother.

Is it true that I have never hated my mother, which has something to do with my grandmother's childhood education?

In other words, grandma knows her mother's love and helplessness better than me?

Grandma won't tell me the truth very elegantly, but she did, this is another love, love, so simple and warm.

Yin Yijie was always worried about my mental state. Yes, from a psychological point of view, I know that people like me are prone to mental distortion.

So far, after so many blows, I can still stand here firmly.

Is it true that apart from his mother and grandmother, he also has his credit?

By the head of the bed, I'm speechless.

The reason why I can grow up to 21 years old, with healthy limbs, healthy mind and a little success in learning, is that not from my mother's love?

Mom, never said that seriously

"Take care of yourself", perhaps this is the most true blessing from the bottom of my heart.

Yin Yijie had said that many times, he also insisted on hiding me, facing me alone, shielding me from all the wind and rain, even if he lost something.

Six years ago, I thought that he even took care of me more than his parents. Now it seems that mother is always mother, and his position and love are irreplaceable.

In his love, there is no element of paternal love?

On another level, I should be happy, because I have a mother;

I've really matured a lot recently, because I know how to think about things that I've never imagined before.

Perhaps I have touched my mother's most sincere love;

Maybe I am lucky, maybe I have a mother who knows how to love; Although, her love is so obscure and heavy.

Childhood gossip is nothing, when I know why my mother took this road, I don't care!

I think, I now more or less understand, want me to go that way is not the mother, but someone else; And mother, perhaps I really hope so, perhaps just in front of others to play a play, or let it be. But when she closed her eyes full of eye shadow at me, was it not a heartache and no pain? Women are vulnerable, or their mothers know more about the meaning and value of living, she can only do so. Perhaps, it is this heavy, let her again difficult did not abandon me. Obviously, it's easier to survive when you're ten than when you're five. This is the bottom line of maternal love, the bottom line of dissecting and shaping maternal love. There are all kinds of unfortunate people in the world, but happy people are always the same: there is a heavy golden love all the way.