He Is Warmer Than Time

A few minutes later, Dr. Chen took the mercury thermometer and looked at the light: "Forty-one degrees..."

Qin Mo frowned, seeming to be a little irritable: "Then give her an injection to reduce the fever."

"Yes, young master."

"After the injection, treat the wound on the palm of her hand. Besides, don't put the glass in her room."

"Then take medicine..."

"When she wakes up, I will personally let her take the medicine."

"Okay, young master..."

Qin Mo hurriedly withdrew out.

Haicheng, Qingshan Cemetery, the winter sunshine is very good, the fake cemetery he had set for her, now it really became her home.

Tang Qingru stood in front of the tombstone, offering flowers, and then said to Yang Haitao on the side: "The wind is too strong, take Xiaoxuan back."

Song Xuan never asked Tang Qingru what was going on. She had guessed it a long time ago. The death of their mother was probably a fake news from her father. She probably wanted to save her life.

It's a pity that all the same way, she died after all.

If he doesn't say, she won't ask.

Yang Haitao took Song Xuan's hand and walked slowly.

In front of the cemetery, only Tang Qingru was left, and the cold wind was a bit noisy. He looked at the person on the tombstone, and she was smiling, smiling warm and calm.

He knelt down and stretched out his hand to caress the person in the photo. He frowned and said calmly: "You gave your eyes to the little daughter, you gave your life to the eldest daughter...you gave me loneliness... huh, I’m blaming me for not protecting you well, right? I know it’s wrong. Over the years, there hasn’t been a day of peace of mind. I think about you every day. I really hope you come back, but you only have so much time for it. I……

In the second half of your life, you leave me alone, how can you live? "

The wind howled, coming through the woods, the tombstone was cold and merciless, and her smile couldn't warm his heart.

He bowed his head and kissed the tombstone lightly, with a deep voice: "I will visit you often."

He sat in front of her tombstone for a day, not paying attention to the image, just like the uncle of the village after finishing his farm work, just sitting on the ground, sitting on the withered grass, and the tombstone on the side was full of flowers.

He just talked to himself, as if the people inside could hear it.

The people under the cemetery did not dare to come over and call him. From the shining sun to the sunset, the cage in the garden was dim. He said, "Don't bother you to rest, I'll go now."

His heart seems to be empty, there seems to be no hope for the rest of his life, and life has become dull.

In Jincheng, Zou Long took Gu Jingxing and the others to find a stockade. The owner of the stockade was Jinya. He got this alias because he had two golden front teeth inlaid.

Jinya does everything, anyway, as long as the money comes.

That Jin Ya was very polite to Zou Long, and Zou Long didn't bother to greet him, only said: "Have you ever heard of an arms dealer called Qin Mo?"

Jin Ya nodded: "Of course I've heard it."

"He came to Jincheng recently, do you know where he lives?"

Jin Ya frowned: "I heard that this Qin Mo is rich and mysterious, and he is acting mysteriously. I have never seen him at my level. I don't know what he looks like, and I don't even know where he lives. Up."

The group of people didn't look very good, and Jin Ya quickly said: "I don't know, but the boss is waiting for a wide range of people. I will ask him, maybe I can find out."

Zou Long said quickly: "It's not too late, let's go to the boss."