A few minutes later, Dr. Chen took a mercury thermometer and looked at the light: "41 degrees..."

Qin Mo frowned and seemed to be a little agitated: "then give her an injection to reduce the fever."

"Yes, little Lord."

"After the injection, I'll take care of the wound in the palm of her hand. Besides, don't leave the glasses in her room."

"Take the medicine..."

"When she wakes up, I'll let her take the medicine myself."

"OK, little master..."

Qin Mo left in a hurry.

Haicheng, Castle Peak cemetery, the sunshine in winter is very good, he used to make a fake cemetery for her, but now it really becomes her home.

Tang Qingru stood in front of the tombstone and offered flowers. Then he said to Yang Haitao, "the wind is too strong. Take Xiaoxuan back."

Song Xuan never asked Tang Qingru what was going on. She had already guessed that the death of their mother was probably a false news released by their father. Originally, she wanted to save her life.

Unfortunately, she died after all.

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

Yang Haitao takes song Xuan's hand and walks slowly.

In front of the cemetery, only Tang Qingru is left. The cold wind is noisy. He looks at the people on the tombstone. She is smiling, warm and calm.

Half kneeling down, he reached out and stroked the person in the photo. His brow was deep and he said calmly, "you gave your eyes to your little daughter, your life to your eldest daughter Give me loneliness Oh, it's because I didn't protect you, did you? I know I'm wrong. Over the years, I haven't had a day of peace of mind. I miss you every day. I really hope you come back, but you only have such a little time for me

For the rest of my life, how can you live if you leave me alone? "

The wind howled through the woods and the tombstone was cold and merciless. Her smile could not warm his heart.

He bowed his head and gave the tombstone a kiss. His voice was deep: "I'll come to see you often."

He sat in front of her tombstone for a day, paying no attention to the image. He just sat on the ground like an old man who had finished farm work at the head of the village, sitting on the withered grass with flowers in front of the tombstone.

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

The people at the bottom of the cemetery did not dare to call him. From the sun shining to the sunset, the garden cage was dark. He said, "don't disturb you. I'll go first."

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

Jincheng, Zou long with Gu Jingxing, they found a village. The owner of the stockade is called Jinya. Because he has two golden gate teeth, he got the nickname.

Jinya does everything. Anyway, as long as you can get money.

The gold tooth is very polite to Zou long, and Zou long doesn't care to greet him. He just says, "have you heard of an arms dealer named Qin Mo?"

Yes, of course. "Golden teeth nodded."

"He came to Jincheng recently. Do you know where he lives?"

Gold teeth immediately frowned: "heard that this Qin Mo Fu can enemy country, act mysterious, I this level, really did not see him, do not know what he looks like, even more do not know where his residence is."

A group of facial expressions are not very good, gold tooth hastily way: "I don't know, but the big man waits for a door wide, I go to ask him, perhaps can inquire out."

Zou long quickly said: "it should not be too late, let's go to wait for the big man."