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"Brother, I'm thirsty."

Xu Xizhou was half-sitting on the hospital bed, his eyes following Ling Xiao all the time, watching Ling Xiao keep pacing back and forth in the ward, with a coquettish tone at the end.

Ling Xiao didn't hear clearly, turned around and said "Ah", frowning tightly, walked to the bedside and asked anxiously: "Is the wound hurting again?"

As soon as the voice fell, Ling Xiao had already reached out to lift the quilt, but was grabbed by a strong and beautiful hand, and when she looked up, it was Xu Xizhou's hand.

"Brother, I don't hurt." Xu Xizhou looked at Ling Xiao all morning, and could feel that he was very anxious, and wanted to act like a baby to divert the other party's anxiety.

Xu Xizhou leaned his head on Ling Xiao's shoulder, raised his head slightly, blinked his long and dark eyes, and said in a low voice, "Brother, I'm thirsty."

Ling Xiao received a notification from the police in the morning that two bandits had escaped, and they might seek revenge on them, and he would clearly say that he would send more people to protect their safety.

After escaping from death once, Ling Xiao didn't want to experience it again, this kind of fear was enough to make him unforgettable for the rest of his life.

He didn't want Xu Xizhou to get hurt, not at all.

Ling Xiao nodded, walked over to the table and took a transparent glass, her hands trembling slightly, when the water was full, there was a bang, and the glass fell to the ground.

"Brother, don't..." Before Xu Xizhou could finish his sentence, it stuck in his throat. Ling Xiao had already squatted down to pick up the broken glass, but accidentally scratched it.

"Don't pick it up, be careful to scratch..."

Xu Xizhou quickly lifted the quilt, and even forgot to wear his shoes. With bare feet, he went to the opposite of Ling Xiao and squatted down, grabbed the bleeding index finger, and pressed his thumb under it to stop the bleeding.

There was a bit of gentle reproach in his words, and he stared at Ling Xiao with distressed eyes, "Brother, get up and I will call sister nurse, and I will bandage you up."

"Xiaozhou, I'm sorry for making you worry." Ling Xiao was helped up by Xu Xizhou, and her expression was not very good.

Ling Xiao had to wait for the government's official document to be approved before she could bring the ashes of Shen Jiaming's parents back to China.

Shen Jiaming's parents boarded that plane and found the bodies of Shen Jiaming's parents, which were confirmed by DND to be the bodies of Shen's father and mother.

On that plane, no one survived, and all 53 people on the plane died.

The youngest person who took the plane was only 3 years old. The little girl was held in her arms by her mother. Before she died, her mother bent her back into a C shape and tightly held the little girl in her arms.

In the end the little girl was still dead.

Ling Xiao was thinking, they must have been terrified before they died, right?

It will take at least ten days for the official documents to be approved, so they will also have to stay in Africa for more than ten days.

The bandits were not caught for a day, and Ling Xiao's heart was still restless, and anxiety kept flooding into her heart.

Xu Xizhou moved the chair and pulled Ling Xiao to sit down, leaned over and looked at Ling Xiao with erratic eyes, put his hands on the other's shoulders, trying to comfort the other's emotions: "Brother, never say sorry to me."

"Brother, is it because the bandits escaped?" Xu Xizhou asked, paying attention to Ling Xiao's expression, "Is that why you're bothered?"

Ling Xiao raised her head slightly, pursed her dry lips, with sweat dripping from her forehead, Fox asked, "You know that?"

He didn't mention to Xu Xizhou that the bandits had escaped, but he didn't know that Xu Xizhou knew that.

Ling Xiao pretended to be calm and patted his chest, smiled and said: "I have a brother, I guarantee you will be safe and sound."

Even if the two bandits really came to the hospital to seek revenge on them, Ling Xiao vowed to protect Xu Xizhou to the death, and would not let them touch Xu Xizhou.

Ling Xiao used laughter to cover up his lack of confidence, Xu Xizhou looked at Ling Xiao with sparkling eyes and smiled, his eyes were slightly curved, his lying silkworms were slightly protruding, and he said softly, "Okay."

Xu Xizhou could sense that Ling Xiao was very scared. The moment he touched Ling Xiao's body just now, he could feel the other person's body trembling unconsciously.

And the only thing he can do is to eradicate all people and things that make him anxious for Ling Xiao.

A gloomy look appeared in Xu Xizhou's eyes.

Ling Xiao's mobile phone was lost at some point, and she couldn't find it after searching for a long time, maybe it was dropped in a bandit's car.

The hospital was heavily guarded by soldiers, and Ling Xiao had been tense since morning, and did not dare to rush out of the hospital to buy a mobile phone.

After thinking about it, I decided to use the hospital phone.

Hospitals here in Africa have very simple medical equipment, and even the VIP wards are quite simple, which cannot be compared even in China.

Ling Xiao thought, after the official documents are approved, she will take Xu Xizhou to the United States to be hospitalized.

Ling Xiao was standing next to the nurse's platform, with the whistling sound of the ceiling fan in his ears, and a few breezes above his head. He held the phone handle tightly with his other hand, and tapped the fingers of his right hand on the countertop rhythmically.

"Beep beep..." Ling Xiao was sweating on his forehead, staring at the string of numbers on the small screen of the landline, and kept tapping the countertop with his fingers.

"Hello, hello!" Tang Jingshu pushed the man in the wheelchair around the hospital garden. The phone vibrated in his trouser pocket. He reached in and took it out, and it showed that the caller was from Africa.

Tang Jingshu pushed the man in the wheelchair to the front bench to stop, squatted down and reached out to press the right hand brake, then got up and sat on the bench, and picked up the vibrating mobile phone in his hand.

A gentle and familiar voice came from the phone.

"Brother Ling Xiao, you have contacted me. I haven't been able to call you this week." Tang Jingshu turned sideways and lowered his voice, trying not to let the person in front of him hear the message on the phone.

"Knowing that you are safe and sound, my heart is at ease."

The kidnapping of Chinese by African bandits has become a trending topic on Weibo. Tang Jingshu heard Xiao Xu talk about it the day before yesterday.

His heart was faintly uneasy, and it was not until he received a call from Ling Xiao that his new heart hanging in mid-air finally settled down.

Ling Xiao's eyes were erratic, and he took a closer look at the people around him before confirming whether it was not a bandit sneaking in pretending to be a patient.

The hospital is a place full of people, even if there are police guards, he is always worried.

"I'm fine...it's just..." Ling Xiao was hesitant to speak, and quickly organized words in his mind. A person passing by looked up and said, "It's just that Mr. Shen's parents are gone."

Tang Jingshu's pupils shrank slightly, and he looked up at Shen Jiayi, who was sleeping in a wheelchair. He couldn't believe the truth, and asked again: "What did you say?"

The phone was silent again for a long time, and the voice rang again.

"No one survived the crashed plane... including... Mr. Shen's parents."

When Ling Xiao heard the news, she couldn't believe it was true. All 53 people died on the plane, and no one could predict natural disasters.

But even so, Ling Xiao still felt very uncomfortable.

He sighed softly, and continued: "Mr. Shen's parents need to wait for the official documents to be issued before they can bring the bone powder back to the country."

Tang Jingshu was thinking, if he hadn't informed Shen Jiaming's parents to come to America to see Shen Jiaming, wouldn't he have died?

The author has something to say:

Today is Calvin's day again, hey.When Ling Xiao held the bone powder in front of Tang Jingshu, the end was basically over.Let me guess for you, has Gu Yuchen returned to China?

Originally, Shen Jiaming should have died a long time ago, and then I had an ending in my mind. He died in Chuxue, but the development of the plot is a bit slow. To be precise, the plot is a bit procrastinated.

Maybe you think it’s so earthy, but you’re from the south, you’ve never seen snow, and you’ve been looking forward to what it will look like when it snows.

It's not easy to write more. If you like this book, please give it a recommendation, a monthly pass, and a collection. I love you.