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Yang Jing, the head nurse sitting beside Meng Hui comforting Meng Hui and chattering about Fugui. Xu Xian lit a cigarette and looked at him coldly: "Tsk tsk, what do you care about? I'm driving at this level. I'll tell you that today is me, and I'll throw them to the side of the road after changing to dawn."

Xiao Yu turned around a few times in anger, calmed down and looked at the nurses and said, "Fugui, they are girls, no matter what, you should be more enthusiastic, let's talk about it..."

Fugui interrupted him: "Come on, Xiaoyu, I am too enthusiastic about girls and have no kindness. You are like this."

Xiaoyu was so angry that he almost jumped up. He pointed at Fugui fiercely and scolded: "Dede, I won't tell you anymore. There are no good birds in your team." After that, he ran over and pulled Yang Jing aside and explained something.

It took a long time before they helped Meng Hui into the car.

Fugui felt extremely apologized when he looked at Meng Hui's uncomfortable appearance. He also knew that they were girls, but since Xu Ye mentioned Liangzi's name, his heart felt a tingling pain. He didn't want to mention Liangzi's name. Every time he heard that name, his heart always felt aching and his heart was bleeding.

He looked at the vast Gobi Desert, and the dead grass in the winter was sparse and shaking under the cold wind. The shrill wind contained a solemn atmosphere and flew past the vast Gobi Desert. The trees that were originally rare were destroyed by it and shook the bare branches. The scattered dead leaves under the trees were ruthlessly rolled up by it, forming one whirlpool after another rolling among the dead grass, making a cold sound, making a feeling of extreme desolation.

The yellow-dried artemisia grass has no less fragile branches, swaying in the cold wind, tightly entangled, resisting the attack of the cold wind, and making a shrill cry in this sad Gobi Desert.

Perhaps, they are silently enduring such a cool winter, accumulating a little bit of meager strength, waiting for the baptism of the spring breeze. Perhaps, at the moment when the spring breeze blows, their tenacity will continue to show the power of life in that season, and still paint the color of life on this vast Gobi Desert, but what about people??

After all, a person's life is only once, just like Liangzi. His life will always end in this sad Gobi Desert. That smiling face will forever become a memory and a permanent pain in Fugui's heart!
Chapter completed!