Hu Fu Wu Bei Zhao Nianxia

After more than an hour, Luo Tiancai staggered out of the morgue.

Although there are no tears on his face, anyone with a discerning eye can see how broken he is now.

A pair of black and white pupils had completely lost their brilliance, and his handsome facial features were so numb that there was no expression at all, and his lips were whitish, covered with dense dry skin.

"My condolences, my little one!"

Zhang Xingyu hurried forward to help.

"No...it's okay."

Luo Tian pulled out his arm numbly, and moved forward mechanically.

At this time, he felt pain all over his body, as if his heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys were all twisted into a ball, like a thousand cuts.

In my mind, I can't help recalling the scenes of Shen Tong being with him since childhood.

Those bits and pieces that he used to take for granted were so precious and unforgettable at that time.

The two are childhood friends and close friends, and they have never been separated since they both lived in the army compound when they were seven or eight years old.

Although Shen Tong often thinks he's smart, he never tricks him.

He still clearly remembers when he was seven years old, when a group of children in the compound bullied him together, Shen Tong tried his best to protect him with a bruised nose and a swollen face.

I remember when he was 15 years old and failed in the high school entrance examination. In order to cover for him, Shen Tong deliberately pretended to be angry, tore up his report card, and helped him escape his father's beating, but in the end he was beaten and limped for half a month .

I remember that when he was drunk and murdered at the age of 23, Shen Tong took care of all the funeral affairs for him regardless, and even planned to go in and squat for him.

"Dangdang!"

As he was walking, his ankle suddenly gave way, he lost his balance and fell to the ground in a daze.

"No, my brother is gone!"

Luo Tian, ​​who lost half of his front teeth, couldn't hold back anymore, he hammered the ground violently with both fists, and tears rolled down like beads with broken strings.

The brother who always misses him all the time has completely ceased to exist, and the best friend who keeps shouting for him will never be able to open his eyes again.

"Xiao Tian.."

"Are you OK?"

Crazy and Zhang Xingyu hurried forward to help.

Luo Tian didn't respond at all, just lying on the ground, letting tears blur his vision, as if his backbone had broken in an instant.

At this moment, Wu Bei, who was also bewildered, squatted at a street corner like a ghost.

This is the only way for He Biao to go to work. It is now 05:30 in the morning, half an hour later, the sky should be completely bright, and it is Monday, he firmly believes that He Biao will definitely appear.

"Xiao Wuzi, do you think you are sick? Just ask my brother-in-law and call him directly. Why don't you call me up? It's so cold in the morning, ah, ah, ah..."

Jin Wanteng next to him muttered displeasedly.

Not long ago, he had just been dragged out of his childhood lover's bed by Wu Bei, so he was naturally full of dissatisfaction.

"Brother Jin, although we have known each other for a long time, we have always had a good friendship. What kind of person do you think brother is?"

Wu Bei took a puff of cigarette and spoke.

"You're definitely out of your mind. You don't sleep when it's time to sleep, so you call me out to praise you? How is your human nature, do you need me to talk more? You are a bastard over 40 years old in Jincheng who asks casually. My old Jin has always You are a penny-pinching master, but you are short of money for the airport project. I didn’t say how much I spent. I promised my girlfriend to give her a new Martha, but I also broke the appointment. Now I have to sleep with her first. Say good things about half a night."

Jin Wanteng chattered like firing a machine gun.

"If I asked you to tie up your brother-in-law temporarily, would you do it?"

Wu Bei interrupted abruptly.

"That's for sure...what the hell? Are you crazy? You tied my brother-in-law to dry chicken feathers. Besides, you know his identity. Needless to say, he lost contact for a few days. Even if he couldn't be contacted for half an hour. I have to go all out, but I dare not have such a messy idea, if you encounter any difficulties, you tell your brother, if you can help or not, I will do my best."

Jin Wanteng was dumbfounded for a moment, and then grabbed Wu Bei's arm, fearing that he would act in the next second.

"I'll just say that casually, you said you care about him so much, does he also care about you?"

Wu Bei chuckled and returned to his usual carefree appearance.

"Then do you need to ask, how many years has it been since my sister passed away? I don't even pay attention to it, but as long as I open my mouth, my brother-in-law has never refuted it."

Jin Wanteng nodded without hesitation.

"Very good, he is a good man, at least he is impeccable to your family."

Wu Bei squeezed out a smile.

"What's the matter, brother? Don't be so startled, my heartbeat is a little out of sync now."

Jin Wanteng stared at his eyes and asked.

"No problem, I want to ask him something, but I'm afraid I'm not strong enough, so I bring you here to help."

Wu Bei gave the other party a reassuring look of acceptance.

"I'm going to talk about the big things. You talk to him first. I'll stay on the sidelines and don't say a word. If you really can't agree, I'll do it again. I'm too good at dealing with my brother-in-law. I cry and make trouble. If you hang yourself, it will work all the time."

Jin Wanteng laughed and patted his chest to promise.

While talking, a figure in a white shirt slowly appeared not far away. It was He Biao who walked for more than an hour every day...