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After Zhang Xiaojian finished speaking, she also became silent. Then she lit a cigarette and took two silent puffs. Her eyes fell on Dr. Wang's face and asked, ”I don't know if my brother knows where the legendary ghost grass can be found.”

Dr. Wang frowned and said, ”it's just a legend in the book. I don't know if there is one.”

Dr. Wang stopped for a moment and then said, ”it is said in the book that there are sacred trees on the coast of the East China Sea, which are hundreds of feet high, and there are also ghosts. Ghost grass grows in the place where ghosts drink water.”

Zhang Xiaojian nodded and did not speak.

There was a brief silence in the room. For a long time, Ouyang Yu said, ”why don't you go back and have a rest first. I think you're tired, too

Zhang Xiaojian shook her head and said, ”you go back first. I will accompany my daughter here.”

Ouyang Yu nodded, without affectation, and took people away directly.

Zhang Xiaojian walked into the ward, standing in front of her daughter, tears hazy.

At that moment, he felt that he owed her too much. In fact, he wanted to lay a solid foundation for her, so that her starting point would not be like him.

But now, how do you feel a little sour? Take a look at the family of three people together. Although they have no money, they are also very happy.

Whether he was right or wrong, he could not understand at this moment.

A cigarette lit, light blue smoke slowly rising, from his head bit by bit dense open.The daughter lies quietly on the hospital bed, the sleeping appearance looks so lovely, as lovely as her mother.

Just, the corner of the mouth that touch of unruly has his seven point appearance.

Zhang Xiaojian smile, smile very happy.

After this incident, he decided to take his daughter back to the city of freedom. He would never ask about the affairs of the world. The family would never be separated.

A hotel, Liu Mengmeng's room, did not turn on the light. The house is able to see everything clearly, because the city's most indispensable is the light. It may be that people's hearts are as desolate as the desert, or as lonely as children, which makes the lights full of wine and wine.

Liu Mengmeng is sitting on the sofa with a long knife in front of her.

The width of the knife is about two fingers. The length of the knife is 90 cm. The blade is a cross section. There is a vivid leopard carved on the knife. It is running fast. You can feel the pain of muscle contraction.

With a red silk handkerchief in her hand, Liu Mengmeng slowly wipes the long knife. Her eyes were soft, as if she were looking at a man she liked.

Time in the flow of minutes and seconds, that kind of slight click sounds a little nervous.

The hour hand is like two o'clock in the second half of the night. The woman slowly stands up with the long knife in her hand, and walks past like the door step by step.

Outside the door, in the corridor, there are several men chatting, East and West, it seems to be very leisurely, but some of the stiff muscles on the face make people feel something is wrong.