Zhou Rui took the "police officer", moving along the path behind the hostel, and walked all the way towards Hongqi Village.

He talked with the other party intermittently on the road, saying: "The instigating personnel to investigate the registration system, and if you commit it, you are committed.

, Have nothing to do with the secrets I have. "

After listening to it, the "police officer" was also a little emotional, saying: "I didn't expect such an old senior in this small village ... Maybe he also wanted to hear the child's voice .... After all, he

Different ... there are too many immigrants. "

He is not unconscious, or his position is not firm.

It is simply because he was born in this era, and the Chinese people use the "home" as the spiritual root.

Zhou Rui shook his head: "You think the times are different because you were born in this era, and for the old man, his era is continuous, and his hatred is ..."

The two walked a lot faster than yesterday. In less than 20 minutes, they entered Hongqi Village and came to the courtyard.

Zhou Rui knocked on the locked wooden door, waited for a while without response, simply took two steps back, looked at the two -meter -old wall, and said to the "police": "How are you?"

"Police" smiled, and said selfly: "Do we have a little bit of our skills."

Zhou Rui nodded, then stepped up, jumping up to more than one meter high.

The weather in August gradually ended up and cold, but the large village outside the mountain was not warm in the morning.

"Enough !! Lawyer Zhang!"

It ’s ugly when it’ s actions. I chopped my hands on my hands.

Even if there is no picture, it is difficult to make up, an old man who is lying under the bed and is at any time.

It seems that because of the international long distance, the voice here is far away, very peaceful.

A hoarse, tired sound sound.

However, in response to this sound, there is no false.

I know where my roots are ...

Mi Jianjun trembled: "I'm going to waste my tongue, contact your father's side .... You want to hear my voice ..."

"It must be a father ... father, you speak ..."

"Why do you let your mother do?"

"Mi Hongchang has a few times. I want to hear his voice. No mobile phone under you, you can't contact me. Of course, this is the possibility of this one."

...

Mi Bayi stood in the woods, and the turbid morning light was behind the eyes, turning into a beam through the leaves.

Gently supported the right hand, the whole person was like a bird, and turned into the courtyard lightly.

Mr. Zhang took out his mobile phone calmly and found a bad signal. Ten minutes ago, he walked back with a crying face.

Mi Ba's lips move slightly ...

"Do you know what taste of the waxy pig's head?"

"He is old, his mother hurts him."

The lawyer who came next to him was chatting, making me feel no noise.

After the difficulty retreat, I looked up and saw these eight -layer merit pagoda.

There is only this nephew left around me. At the age of 20, I was in the early 20s, Jinyi Yu, and the princess is particularly long, but I saw that my parents were dazed, and even the low -heartedness was also there.

Toro, Mi Jianjun also had a mood to soothe.

Father ... How is it now.

In the past years I left, I have regretted it before, or even very contented ... Except for the first few days of life.

Dry and thin, short, but stand straight.

Through the identity of "Haili Chinese", when enjoying the development bonus in China, do you want to do it?

"Mr. Mi is a famous entrepreneur. He is detained in the case of no evidence. It is a typical private law."

Mi Ba took a deep breath, and finally connected the phone.

"A group of things is An Sheng ....."

Grandpa is a person who came out of the blood of the corpse. He went home twice alone to take his head and mother.

The lawyer is still performing hard, in order to "protect the Lord" after the main performance of the gold, output it crazy to the police.

Hearing the movement ahead, Mi Bayi turned his head: "How, the American guy entrusts him to pass a word?"

"Father ... children are filial piety ..."

This is Luo Longmin's name for Mi Hongchang.

But it's very slow to get a sad answer.

Didn't contact Grandpa? Didn't hear Grandpa's voice?

Mi Bayi's expression still has any fluctuations.

Just talking, Mi Jianjun's mobile phone actually rang.

This sound is as angry as a hoss, as if every word may be the first sentence.

A light hit through the woods, and when it fell on Mi Ba's face, the old man carried his hand, and the words were sending.

Mi Jianjun got up silently and kneeling on the ground.

"Broken, no food, no land, wait, wait for him to make a bowl of powder for us."

When we entered and exit their nationality, do we want to be an American?

This phone rang for a long time, as if it was answered, and it would hit the land of the earth.

Mi Jianjun leaned under the bench of the police station and looked at the ceiling without any loss.

Zhou Rui said, "He wants to listen to you, but do you mean to persuade ..."

It exists that call, but the imagination after my death.

"Brother Seven, my brother is afraid you will fold together ..."

"You want to listen to your voice .... Please ... even if you scold you ..."

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In the direction of the east, we have a head, and it is up for a long time.

Walking towards the outer house, looking for a few bad houses, there were people who saw it, and suddenly a little bad premonition came out of the heart.

"Brother, does he say that father and mother are bad?"

But another voice emerging from the brain overseas has my thoughts.

This "police officer" was firm and said, "The older generation, the people are about to die, and their words are good.

Zhou Rui saw the old man Mi, and he saw Da Liu. This white was a cast iron teapot that was slippery.

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"Hongchang ..... Hongchang ....."

In that world, do you have so little reunion?

"You always decide ..."

...

This voice seems to be older than Mi Ba, as if it has not been tortured by the ill for a long time.

But the silence in the phone was a word, and it also defeated my first hope.

Zhou Rui said: "This kind of one, we were taken away by the police, and we should come to disturb him again."

Is it ...? The following is a genius scientist? In what are the sciences? Approaching science?

On the side of the phone, Mi Hongchang's voice is getting more and more sluggish. The phone may be the problem of my father, which stimulates my first back light.

"You are in charge, brothers in the next line! You go!"

When you enjoy rights and money, do you want to have it?

"Old Eight, he said something, if I listen to him, our eight brothers are in a company, and the devils are broken. Now, what's going on separately!"

Mi Ba Gao looked at the mobile phone, and the old eyes were faint, and you could see the word "father" faintly.

"You have to eat powder, you have to eat waxy pig head!"

Until the tree in the front yard, I finally saw this old back, and my heart was a little peaceful.

On the other side of Xiaoyang, Mi Hongchang almost thought he had retreated into some kind of hallucination.

Mi Ba turned his head and glared at Zhou Rui: "Come on, talk."

It's just that at the moment, my father collapsed, regretted it before, looking forward to this trace ...
To be continued...