Come against the wind, exchange your glory

Chapter 847

After Qiu Fan finished speaking, he smiled bitterly, Bing Ci patted her head again, and diverted her attention by asking her to help apply the medicine.

Coming out of Qiu Yang's house, Han Wu couldn't help but pinch Bingci's chin to look at the scratches on her face and neck.

Bing Ci didn't wave his hand away.

Han Wu had nowhere to vent her anger, so she said she was stupid and didn't know how to hide.

Bingci just shook his head and said it was okay.

"Turn Guan Yue into a hurry, maybe he will catch our mother and sister and threaten you. I will arrange some people to protect you secretly."

Before Han Wu came, everything had been arranged.

Bingci is still hesitating, mainly because in the previous fights with the masked man, even if the opponent's strength is not good, they can retreat from their own hands.

Especially since the masked man still has an inexhaustible supply of drugs.

If they really want to rob anyone, it's easy.

"Let the dark line keep an eye on the movement here, and immediately report to me and you Qiu Shao if there is any trouble," Han Wujian Bingci still did not relax his frown, and added another line of defense.

Bing Ci couldn't bring Qiu Mu and Qiu Fan with him, and if they found a new residence for them, they might not be willing to move, so they could only send more people to protect them secretly.

"Let's go back first, Guan Yue is watching over there." Bingci cheered up and said.

Han Wu secretly let out a sigh of relief and at the same time showed a big smile and followed her footsteps.

Bingci suddenly stopped, turned around and asked solemnly: "Can I hold you?"

Han Wu's reaction was half a beat slow, and he tilted his head and lowered his eyes and gave a small smile, his slightly curved eyes were full of smiles and at the same time a little helpless.

He took the initiative to stretch out his hand and raised his chin towards Bingci, arrogant and arrogant.

It was only then that Bing Ci noticed that he was not wearing gloves when he went out, and his brows frowned involuntarily, it was not good to say anything about him, and after sighing, he resignedly took his wrist and stuffed it into his coat pocket.

As night falls, X City is snowing and raining.

The lights of every house were gradually turned off, and the cool wind slanted the rain, forming golden threads under the street lamps.

At this point, there will be the sound of laborious wheels on the road.

The little hooligans who appeared at night rushed out in a swarm, picked up the fruit on the cart, and you threw it to me, and I threw it to you. The old man's helpless cries were covered by his unrestrained laughter in the snow and rain.

Just as Han Bu was about to make a move, he saw beggars coming from all directions, about ten of them.

They quickly chased the punks away.

He also helped the old man to pick up the fruits on the ground. Tomorrow is the market day, so the old man wanted to occupy the stall in advance.

The beggars came and went, and Han Bu followed them involuntarily.

He even followed the beggar's den.

Immediately, all the beggars looked at her as an unexpected visitor.

Dozens of pairs of old and muddy eyes looked at it, which was extremely frightening.

The cold did not disturb the tranquility here.

After a casual glance, he began to investigate.

"Yes, they are not beggars, but veterans. I can tell from their deformed bones, so I want to know why the heroes of the country become beggars." After Han Bu finished speaking, he hung up the phone resolutely, with some anger in his eyes.

Soon, a sealed document was sent over there.

In the document is a long list of people who lived and died on the list. This is a group of heroes who have been completely forgotten.

Their homes were destroyed and there was no way to appeal.

Their family was ruined and they were alone.

They carried the burden of revival through the most difficult era, and now they are being abandoned by the era they created with their own hands.

Han Bu took the list, and the rain and snow jumped off the phone screen, and the ones that failed to jump out of the screen stayed and turned into a drop of water.

She resolutely ran out of the beggar's den.

I ran to the center of the broken building, which was not enough to shelter from the wind, stood on a concrete slab, and read aloud the names on the list and their brief biographies.

The people whose names were read stood up one after another,

Han Bu looked at their dim and cloudy pupils, which gradually glowed with water.

The helicopter hovered in the sky, and she finally understood where the person she was looking for was under the sky, in the gutter.

The person in charge of managing here stayed at the end of the line, and when it was his turn to board the plane, he handed over the mask with the word "sky curtain" painted on it to Han Bu.

(End of this chapter)