, and even the concern of Wang Ming's death is too abnormal. In fact, he has already exposed himself, but he has no choice but to take the risk.
However, Chen Xiaorou was still like that, ignoring her younger brother's questions and temptations, as if all her senses were blocked.
Huang Dan knew how to ask, but Chen Xiaorou wouldn't speak. He walked out quickly and stopped the man in the corridor, "You walk very fast." He seemed not interested, but also avoided.
Nie Wenyuan's rare ridicule, "Long legs."
Huang Dan didn't joke with the man, "Go back with me and ask my sister the question I just asked again."
Nie Wenyuan rubbed the paper bag in his hand, sighed and said, "Little, you are sometimes very unlikable."
Huang Dan asked loudly, "Like now?"
Nie Wenyuan said yes, "It's a foregone conclusion, but you have to push it away again and again, torn it apart, tore it apart, and have to find out what's inside."
He spoke earnestly and meant something, "Some things are confusing, and it is more beneficial to others."
Huang Dan understands the truth, but he can't do anything about it. He came to this world to taste the world, and to talk about love, but behind those two things is the task, and the three are inseparable. In order to achieve the task, he has to pay close attention to each A small detail, ripped off the cocoon.
"Aren't you going to help me ask?"
Nie Wenyuan rubbed his eyebrows, "There may not be a result."
Huang Dan lowered his voice and looked directly into the man's eyes, "You won't know until you ask."
Nie Wenyuan looked at him for a while, "So far, more than three people have said that you are like me."
Huang Dan shrugged, "Those who are close to the vermillion are red and those who are close to the ink are black?"
Nie Wenyuan couldn't help laughing at the young man's appearance, "It makes some sense."
Huang Dan is not someone who can be easily distracted. He said, "Don't take the topic too far. If you don't ask for me, I'll find another way."
Nie Wenyuan's eyes narrowed slightly, and there was a bit of appreciation in it, "Yi, you can use your persistence in other places, and it will become a great thing in the future."
Huang Dan turned around and walked into the ward.
Nie Wenyuan used some strength with his fingers holding the paper bag. The paper bag was slightly deformed, but slowly returned to normal. He walked in and asked Chen Xiaorou on the bed that question.
Chen Xiaorou's eyes were still closed, "That's my private matter."
Nie Wenyuan put one hand in the pocket of his dark trousers, "Since you don't tell me, my uncle has to invite Director Wan and the group of people who are in charge of this case to have a cup of tea."
Chen Xiaorou opened her mouth, but didn't say the answer, "Whatever."
Huang Dan's eyelids twitched, Chen Xiaorou didn't give up on herself, but because there was a problem with the confession she provided to the police, she was confident.
Nie Wenyuan glanced at the person beside him. He seemed to be growing taller than his ears. Will he be taller than him one day? He was imagining the distant future at this very moment.
Huang Dan also looked over, with perseverance in his eyes.
Nie Wenyuan frowned slightly.
Huang Dan greeted the man's gloomy face without any fear in his heart. He knew exactly what his position in this world was. He was less than 20 years old and had no power or power. He had to rely on people and things he could rely on. achieve what you want.
Nie Wenyuan's brows were already furrowed together, his thin lips pursed a little bit, he asked Chen Xiaorou, "Uncle can arrange a prosthetic surgery for you here."
Huang Dan thought that Chen Xiaorou would be very excited and surprised when she heard this sentence, but she didn't expect any reaction at all.
Not right.
The last time Huang Dan came over, she saw Chen Xiaorou collapsed because she lost a leg. She had no reason to refuse the opportunity to get up, unless she wanted something more important than being able to get up.
"Sister, with a prosthesis, you can walk as before."
Chen Xiaorou smiled, "It's the same as before? A fake is a fake. What if I can get up and move around? Can I still dance like I used to?"
Her eyes moved, but her eyelids didn't open, her face was no longer the grim twist, but a miserable smile, "Uncle, you must blame me for treating Zhou Weiwei like that, if you want to do it for her If you are angry, it is better to send me away, to any corner, I will never appear in front of you, I promise."
Huang Dan understood, for Chen Xiaorou, it was a fact that her legs were gone, and it didn't matter if she had to get up, because that was not important compared to her life.
All she wants is to live.
If a dancer loses a leg, he will suffer great pain. It is true that life is better than death, but if life and death are really separated and spread out before the eyes