"If I don't go and take a look, can I have a good rest? Second Uncle!"

The man glanced at her and said nothing.

In the bedroom, a brief silence fell into a state of silence.

a long time……

Leng Xiao sighed heavily, "Baoqi, you did nothing wrong. You shouldn't have a psychological burden."

Baoqi tightened his sleeves, wanted to say something, and then moved his mouth and swallowed it again. His throat seemed to be blocked by something, and he felt uncomfortable choking.

Leng Xiao was silent for a moment, his eyes sharper, "Baoqi, I don't allow you to blame yourself."

"I... didn't." She denied.

Looking at the little woman in front of her, her sick and haggard appearance, Leng Xiao felt ache in his heart. The Adam's apple slid, her arms tightly clamped her, and asked in a hoarse voice: "Did you lose the little raindrop?"

“…”

"Did you ask him to find you?"

“…”

"Did you force her to go with Nian Xiaojing?"

“…”

"Did you let the rainstorm fall?"

“…”

"Did you cause the mudslide?"

“…”

"Did you push Nian Xiaojing?"

“…”

"Baoqi, are you a prophet in the world?"

“…”

"What does that matter to you? On the contrary, when you catch the dangerous terrorist who escapes, you only have merits and no mistakes. Any struggle will lead to sacrifices. Everyone's destiny is your own choice. Don't bear too much. Remember: You are a human, not a god!"

In one breath, she was asked countless questions by Leng Xiao, who had never been good at speaking. Bao Qi was a little confused. After the fragrant patterns flashed through her mind, she was already in her fever mind, blurring.

I bit my lower lip, and after all, it was just one sentence.

"Uncle Second, I just want to see them."

With a sigh, Leng Xiao compromised.

People always try to convince others from a certain emotion and follow their own emotions. They always hope to guide someone who can't get out of the maze to find the direction they agree with.

However, there are some constraints that need to be broken free by yourself.

As someone else, I can speak very well, but how much can I know what it feels like?

Whose life is not confused? Everyone is the same.

Military General Hospital.

The weather cleared up and the disaster relief situation of the mudslide was coming to an end.

As soon as the two entered the door, they heard the damage of the mudslide and the rescue situation on the TV inside.

The body shrank, and Baoqi grabbed Leng Xiao's arm and felt a little cold.

The Kyoto Municipal Government Information Office reported that the natural disaster of 5,21 major mudslides in Kyoto caused about 1.6 million people to be affected, and the direct economic losses reached more than 1 million yuan. As of 8:00 this morning, the number of deaths from heavy rains and mudslides in Kyoto reached 65, and the number of missing people in some areas has not been identified. The number may continue to be updated.

65 people died!

Baoqi shivered inadvertently.

A sudden storm is a devastating blow to mankind...

One day, human beings will perish in their own hands.

Leng Xiao's tall body was still ashamed. He took her waist and had a protective and doting posture in his soothing movements.

After pulling back his mind, Baoqi calmed down his face.

She knew that she should no longer create a sad atmosphere.

After going upstairs, there were several people sitting quietly outside the ICU intensive care unit.

Nian's mother, whose hair turned a lot whiter overnight, leaned against the wall with a dead face. Although her face was extremely ugly, she had a rare calmness and calmness.

Fan Tie held his head with his hands down, his arms, legs, and his waist and back with obvious tight white bandages. His forehead and eyes were covered with bruises and swelling.

Bi Shengyuan, who was sitting next to him silently, looked a little dull. This man who was originally going to be a groom in a week is now a little at a loss.

There are also Chu Fei and Xiao Stuttering, just accompanying Nian’s mother sadly...

His head was dizzy, and Baoqi seemed to see Xiaojing wearing a white wedding dress and about to live a happy life. He was dragged down from the palace of life by himself, fighting alone with the god of death.

A few steps closer...

Her voice was a little trembling, and she looked at Nian's mother with trembling lips, choking and sobbing.

"Auntie... I'm sorry... it's all bad for me."

"Xiao Qi is here?" Nian's mother seemed to have just come to her senses, raised her head slightly to look at the girl in front of her, smiled weakly, moved away from her position and let her sit down, "Come on, I heard that you are pregnant, don't stand for a long time, your waist will be sore in the future."

Looking up, Baoqi looked at the ceiling and poured tears back.

Nian's mother's too warm smile made her heart tighter. Compared with You Nianxi and others, she was like a ghost or monster who would never be reborn.

Relying on Nian's mother, she held herself with her wrinkled hands and felt the warmth, Baoqi couldn't say anything for a while.

Can you comfort her? What can you comfort her?

Language functions are actually very pale in many cases.

"Girl, your face is very bad. It's raining and cold. You should have a good rest. Xiaojing said that it's not easy for you to be pregnant, so you have to rest well!" Looking at her pale face, Nian's mother looked like all the kind mothers in the world who care about their children, as if she was comforting her daughter.

After saying that, she seemed to have thought of something again, and smiled and patted Baoqi's hand gently.

"My little hands are cold, silly girl, this matter is not your business. Xiaojing, she deserves this life. No one forces her, you don't need to blame yourself, do you understand?"

A sourness stuck in her throat, and Baoqi didn't dare to look at her face.

"That's right, if I..."

"There is no if in the world-" Inhaled a breath, Nian's mother's voice was very light and a little desolate: "I have lived for most of my life, and I have taken it lightly and looked at it very indifferently. Xiaojing, a child, has a temperament that follows me." Speaking of this, she glanced at Fan Tie and sighed: "I am not surprised that she will do this."

"Nian Mom--" Baoqi's voice was choked.

"Child, you are still young. There are so many things that a person has to experience in his life. He is still stupid if he says it is not your business? Xiaojing has such a temperament, who should he blame? Besides, even if he walks on the road properly, he may have a disaster, let alone in that situation...? What do you think?"

The person who should have been comforted in turn comforted her.

Baoqi's fingers tightened tighter and tighter. She pursed her lips, and looked at the loving and aged mother with a steady look. Suddenly, she thought of her mother, and felt indescribable sorrow.
Chapter completed!