Chapter 496

Why does sang Shixi like to ask such questions?

I stood behind them and didn't walk past. I heard sugar ask, "father Shixi, can I only choose one?"

"Yes! You can only choose one. "

What does he mean?

I have no way to analyze it now. There are lots of blood in my brain, which blocks my sight and hinders my thinking.

I don't understand. I don't understand.

"I don't know where sang Qi hid his gun, and I don't know that Bai Tang would suddenly run to the terrace. I'm sorry I'm really sorry It's all my fault... "

"Summer solstice..." Sang Shixi's voice rings in my ears.

"Sugar..." I finally made a voice, I quietly said to him: "don't bleed, too much, this band aid can't be pasted..."

I reached out and pressed his chest, but his blood was still pouring out of my fingers.

Now there's so much blood coming out of his chest that he can't be afraid to die?

He was very afraid of blood. I remember that once sang Qi took him out for a run. He accidentally fell down and his knee was scratched and a little blood flowed out. He covered his eyes and didn't dare to see. During the whole process, sang Qi covered his wound with a paper towel and carried him back.

Another hand of bright red blood, the blood in my hand dropped on sugar's cheek.

My throat eyes suddenly have a kind of sweet liquid from inside, I spit out a mouth, subconsciously with another hand not stained with sugar blood.

And from his chest is gurgling out of the red blood is also hot, wet my hands, actually let me feel so warm.

I shook my hand and touched his face. It was still hot and a little bit hot.

I dragged my aching leg forward step by step. I went to Sang Shixi's side and squatted down. I saw a round, fat, but pale and lifeless face, which was even more white in the pool of blood.

I'd like to ask them what happened, but I can't tell.

I can hardly speak

I've never been as dull as I am now. My voice is hoarse

The drizzle fell on my face, like thousands of needles pricking me.

I can't breathe. I don't know what happened. The world is spinning.

There was a big pool of blood in front of Sang Shixi, and the little body he lay in the pool of blood was sugar.

Sang Shixi half knelt on the ground, and sang Qi stood by with a gun in his hand.

I ran up to the terrace and this was the scene that came to my eyes.

There is a voice in my brain constantly said to me: "no, no, you heard wrong, nothing, it's not a gunshot! It wasn't a shot! It wasn't a shot! "

My heart was thumping so fiercely that I couldn't breathe.

I twisted my foot just now, and when I rushed upstairs, the tendon of my ankle was so strained that my whole leg was in pain.

I was so flustered that I couldn't find the stairs on the terrace. I turned around to find the way.

I looked up at the terrace blankly. There seemed to be someone on the terrace, but I couldn't see clearly below.

It's sang Shixi and sang Qi. What happened to sugar?

Then I heard two men's voices at the same time: "sugar!"

How could you hear a gunshot at Sang's house?

Was that a shot?

I had to go back with my skirt. When I came to the bottom of a terrace, I heard a loud voice coming from above, and my feet twisted.

Where did they go?

I carried the skirt of my dress and went out, but I went to the sand pool in the garden and didn't see any children.

"This little kid..." I said helplessly, "I must have taken that little sister to the garden again. I'll go to find him and you can continue to eat."

I accompanied Gu Yu to the hall after going to the bathroom, but I didn't see sang Qi and sang Shixi. I didn't even know where the sugar was.

Gu Yu said that I would go to the bathroom with her. The marble floor of the bathroom on the first floor of the Sang family is a little slippery. Today, there are more guests and children. If someone spills wine on the floor and Gu Yu slips, it won't be fun.

After three rounds of wine and five rounds of dishes, Wei sang Qi and sang Shixi went to the old man's table to toast.

Well, I forgive him.

Looking at my sister playing wine at home

I held sugar's ear and warned him, "can you stop talking?"

Only sang Shixi would be so generous and not angry. This would not sound so pleasant to anyone.

"How about playing after dinner?"

This little fart boy, what is true or false? I was just about to say him. Sang Shixi stopped me with a smile, and then put a shrimp in sugar.He pointed to Sang Shixi again: "that's my fake father."

White sugar pointed to my sang Shixi and sang Qi in the middle and said, "this," he pointed to Sang Qi, "this is my real father."

The little girl asked him, "why do you call those two uncles daddy?"

Sang Shixi is more intimate. We are at the same table with some old friends of the old man. Bai Tang likes to play with a little girl very much.

With Sang Shixi's words, I feel more at ease. The birthday party started. We didn't arrange a table with Huo Jia and Wei Lan.

I nodded and sat down. Sang Shixi poured a cup of tea for me, put it in my palm and touched my finger: "why is it so cold? Don't worry, I've arranged it. I've already agreed with Huojia in advance. Since she is willing to come to my grandfather's birthday party, she can basically guess what I will say to her. No problem, don't worry."

Sang Shixi looked up at me and said with a smile, "why did you say hello to my father?"

Sure enough, when I looked at sang Shixi's face, he was still smiling. He even touched sugar's face: "we sugar love to tell the truth so much, children want to tell the truth!"

This child is so fond of telling the truth, but I don't think sang Shixi should be angry with him. He is always generous, isn't he?

"Father sangqi, I love father sangqi the most. I like you too, daddy

I was a little nervous waiting for sugar's answer. The little thing seemed to be thinking hard for a while, and then I heard his soft voice reply clearly.

He said sang Qi shot sugar?

I looked up at the mulberry flag, but my eyes were full of red blood, just like the sub lens in the movie, swaying in my sight.

His eyes despair like my mood at the moment, like the dark sky at the moment, like the growing rain and fog, enveloping us, pouring the blood of sugar on the whole terrace