The West Wind is a song that leaves people mourning

Chapter 59

Second floor of the inpatient department.

Lao Zhang walked into the ward, saw Gu Yunlan who had been sitting by the window for several hours, shook his head and walked forward, "It's dark, what's there to see."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to push the wheelchair.

After being injured for a hundred days, Gu Yunlan felt that the fight with Murong Ting was really worthless. It was not until he saw Murong Qian in the hospital these days that he changed his mind.

He thought, before he thought of a way to keep Murong Qian by his side, it was something to be happy to see her like this every day.

He was sitting here, looking at the parking lot, as if he had met Murong Qian for the first time.

As a young man, he was stunted and thin. At that time, Murong Mansion was the largest place in the world in his eyes. The courtyard wall was only lower than the city wall, and there were soldiers patrolling it.

But he was not afraid, he climbed up to the wall of Murong Mansion's backyard every day, just waiting for Murong Qian to carry the food box and slip through the corridor to the back door when he needed help, he would be there.

Just like that, memory and reality overlapped, a black shadow broke into his sight, and he felt the wheelchair turning and shouted "don't move" in a hurry.

Lao Zhang was frightened by the sudden shout, and followed Gu Yunlan's excited gaze. At first, he only saw a few people walking around below. He saw a car with its lights on, and then he Seeing the scary Murong Qian jumping in front of the car.

You can see all of this...Although Lao Zhang is a little speechless, he is more gratified.

He said, "With your temperament, you didn't directly rob Miss Murong, it's really rare."

"It's not that I haven't thought about it." Gu Yunlan sighed, seemingly regretful, but the fear overflowing from the bottom of his eyes shining like stars is his most real emotion, "Some strings are stretched tightly, and they will break .”

He can force her, but he has to give her a choice.

He wanted her, not a corpse.

The car drove smoothly on the road, passing through the neon-strewn Shanghai-style buildings, the increasingly bustling new lanes, and rows of Shikumen, and finally drove through a deserted area and stopped at a slum that the government didn't care about.

There are quite a few slums like this around Haicheng. They are large or small, and they gather either ordinary people who cannot live in the city, or poor families who have moved to work nearby and some refugees who have fled.

The area Murong Qian and the others came to used to be a cemetery. It was a shantytown that had only been formed in the past two years, but it already had thousands of households.

When they approached, they smelled a sour smell with a rotten smell.

Get off at this moment, the taste is more intense.

Wei Ranrao was used to smelling formalin, so he almost didn't spit it out. He clenched his hands into fists to cover his mouth and nose, and looked at Murong Qian worriedly.

He wanted to say, "Just say this is not a place for girls to come to", but he saw Murong Qian's face was calm and calm, and he didn't respond.

He couldn't help but sigh with emotion, "You disappeared without a trace in the past three years, you must have gone to Xiangxi to chase away the corpse!"

Murong Qian pulled the corner of his lower lip, "Did you get the gun?"

The gun she took out out of thin air in the car last time was given to him by his stepmother Liu Jie for self-defense. He thought it was useless, so he put it in the car, not thinking it would really come in handy.

After that time, Wei Ran always carried it with him when he went out.

He nodded and patted his chest, and Murong Qian nodded in reassurance.

With this nod, Wei Ran didn't know what to say, as if he was the one to be protected, which shamed him as an elder brother, but it also seemed that he had no capital to show off when it came to swords, guns and fists.

But even if he died, he couldn't let Murong Qian come to this kind of place alone.

(End of this chapter)