Chapter 55

"Sir, there's a child in the car, still alive!" A passing car slowly stopped, the driver came down from the car to inquire about the situation, heard the movement, said to the people in the car.

"Chen De, save the child quickly!" The man said in a voice.

"Dad, I'm afraid --" the girl in the car saw the blood all over the ground, tears, tightly hugged the man.

I've saved you what you should have. But now, you've been running away, and you don't even want to go back home. How can you be at ease when your mother is alive? "

"But, but, I..." But he interrupted the poem: "let Xianggu say something about the past. People should look forward and not be bound by the past all the time. Shiitake, think about it. Why didn't your mother leave that house? When she did this, she sighed for

Song Shiyan. She held the mushroom in her arms, and her voice was somewhat distressed. She said, "mushroom, at that time, you were just a child. It's not your fault at all. Even if you told your mother about it, it didn't help. Your father wants your life. If you can't do it once, there will be a second time and a third time. Can you know in advance every time? It's impossible - so you don't have to blame yourself anymore. "

"If, at that time, I, I told my mother, my mother, she, I would not have died." Mushroom now speak not agile, he bowed his head, said haltingly, the corner of his eye is full of tears.

I think that some of the mushrooms are dull, and I don't know anything, and I don't know what to worry about. However, when she learned the life experience of shiitake, she was more and more distressed. It turns out that under his silly appearance, there is a heart full of holes.

Song Shiyan looked at Xianggu after hearing his life experience. She once

The man put the bunch of white chrysanthemum in front of the tombstone with a sad face. After all, he couldn't help but cry on the tombstone. People took turns to come forward to comfort him, he nodded and wiped away the tears from the corner of his eyes. However, when he turned his head at that moment, the boy standing on one side clearly saw the proud smile on his face and flashed by.

People in black, holding umbrellas, solemn expression. With gauze on his head and bandage on his arm, the boy looked at the picture in front of the tombstone and cried red.

Solemn cemetery, light rain.

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"Little brother, don't be afraid!" The girl put out her hand to block the boy's eyes, patted him on the shoulder with one hand and comforted him.

With a bang, the black car was on fire, with thick black smoke and scorching smell everywhere. The boy looked at the fire blankly, but for a moment he forgot to make a sound.

Mother, the voice also cried dumb.

"Mom, Mom --" the boy's face was covered with blood. He looked at the man in the car

"Alas --" the man sighed, and then said, "the child is injured. You should call the police immediately, and then we should send him to the hospital as soon as possible."

Chen de used all his strength to pull open the deformed door, take the boy out of the car and put him on the man's car. "Sir, there is a woman and a driver in the car, but there is no sign of life." Chen de said.

"Shiyan, don't be afraid, dad will protect you!" The man held the girl in his arms and said softly.

There was silence, only the sound of the wind and the distant sound of the waves beating on the rocks.

Song Shiyan knew that he had escaped for so many years, and it was impossible for him to make a decision for a moment. So she shrunk her shoulders and said to the mushroom with a smile: "mushroom, it's so cold! We have to hurry home, or we'll catch a cold and listen to the old man's nagging for a while. "

Mushroom smell speech, nod. Song Shiyan took his hand and walked back step by step.