Chapter 1171： Long Hao Fanwai

After all, Wen Jiming still failed to leave with Long Hao and the others.

He was dragged back by his parents who were notified by Mr. Long.

Before leaving, he was still waving at Long Hao, saying that when Long Hao came back to play at his house, he had saved half of the house's toys.

Long Hao didn't answer, but looked at him quietly.

"Reluctant, Xiaohao?" Old man Long looked at his grandson.

Long Hao nodded and shook his head: "He has many friends."

So, even if he didn't come back, he wouldn't be sad.

At this moment, Long Hao didn't know what kind of decision the old man in front of him had made while looking at him.

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For Long Hao, this year will never be forgotten.

And Wen Jiming also waited for his brother Ahao.

Long Hao came back with... the ashes of Old Man Long.

He was silent and quietly brought home the ashes of the only relative in the world.

Many people came from the Long Family, Wen Jiming had never seen so many people from the Long Family.

They held a grand funeral for Mr. Long.

The relationship between the two is very close, and Wen Jiming also attended the funeral.

He stood in the crowd, looking at the young man standing in the front of the crowd, his solemn black clothes, his snow-white chin clenched tightly, and stretched into a cold arc.

During that time, I heard that the Long family was in chaos, and many people came and went. Wen Jiming heard from the adults that many people offered to raise Long Hao to adulthood, but they were all rejected.

He lives alone in the compound.

Those people saw that Long Hao never let go, so they stopped coming.

Quiet again in the compound.

Long Hao did not go to school and stayed at home all day.

Wen Jiming will visit him after school every day.

Mother Wen pulled him several times. She seemed to be a little taboo about Long Hao, but if Wen Jiming was obedient, she wouldn't be Wen Jiming.

The son couldn't control it, and Long Hao next door was really pitiful, and Wen's mother didn't care about it.

Long Hao refused the visits of those with ulterior motives, and Wen Jiming showed no resistance when he went to see him-although it was hard to see any joy from his face.

During that six months, Wen Jiming spent almost all of his attention on Long Hao.

There is no other reason, Long Hao looks too bad.

Just one month after the funeral of Mr. Long, his entire face was barely bloody, it was white, thin and haggard.

Every time Wen Jiming looked at him fearfully, he always felt that if he were outside and the wind was a little bit stronger, the younger brother Ahao would be blown away.

At the beginning, there was an aunt in the Long family who took care of Long Hao's food, clothing, shelter, and transportation, but the aunt probably thought that Long Hao's appearance was too scary, and she scared her away without working for a month.

Wen Jiming began to squeeze his mother and asked if he could let Long Hao come to his house for dinner.

His mother sighed and looked at this silly son: "You are kind. First ask Long Hao if he wants to come?"

right!

He just thought of getting his mother done, but he hadn't asked Ahao's brother's opinion!

Wen Jiming went to ask Long Hao again, and the other party shook his head: "No."

"Why!" Wen Jiming was anxious, "Then you are at home, who will cook for you?"

Looking at him in a hurry, Long Hao seemed to find it funny, and smiled slightly: "Don't worry, I can come by myself... I can't die."

The last sentence was very light, and Wen Jiming did not hear clearly.

Naturally, I did not hear the pain and helplessness in that words.