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Chapter 171 Ding Chou Day, the Ordinary Day of Beginning of Spring (3)

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    When Yu Wanfeng heard the footsteps, she reacted nervously, stepped back, broke free from Zhong Chumian's arms, and pushed him.

    "Zhong Chumian, what's wrong with you?"

    Zhong Chumian was kissing happily, but she forcibly terminated it, feeling very depressed: "Xiao Wan, do you have any sense of crisis?"

    Yu Wanfeng was stunned: "What sense of crisis?"

    "Aren't you afraid that your boyfriend will be persecuted?" Zhong Chumian was aggrieved.

    This grievance came without warning, Yu Wanfeng thought for a while, and asked: "Lin Xiaowei wants to frame you? Did she send a video to blackmail you? I'll scold her."

    As he said, he was about to chase after him.

    Zhong Chumian: ""

    With a sigh, he reached out to wrap her in his arms.

    never mind.

    "Stay at home, I'm going out to buy groceries." Zhong Chumian said.

    Yu Wanfeng nodded: "Be careful, wear a mask. There are gloves in the storage room, so wear them too."

    She thought about it again, and gave some orders.

    Zhong Chumian kissed her to make her feel at ease.

    *

    When Zhong Chumian went out to shop, Yu Wanfeng hugged Xiaoyuan and played on the balcony.

    Is she right? Go and see that pot of crabapple.

    Xu Mingchuan didn't reply to her message for two days.

    She guessed many possibilities.

    For example, mobile phones cannot always be used in intensive care units.  For example, if he is not in good health, he should take a good rest and not play with his mobile phone all the time.

    The more I think about it, the more I know in my heart that there is a possibility that I have to think about it.

    Xu Mingchuan's condition may have deteriorated, he didn't even have the energy to look at his phone.

    She was afraid of this possibility.

    scared.

    Xiao Yuan rolled around in her arms, waving his claws, inviting her to play together.

    Yu Wanfeng grabbed its little paw and asked it: "Xiaoyuan, how long is your cat? It's much shorter than a human's, right? Do you also regret that it's too short to do many things in time?"

    Xiao Yuan tilted his head, "meowed" at her a few times, and rolled in her arms a few times.

    Xiao Yuan couldn't understand.

    It is happy as long as there is cat food.

    Yu Wanfeng thought, how can there be no regrets in a short life of dozens of years?

    Life and death always come too suddenly.

    How can a person be his own god of death and control the major events of life and death?

    What I can do is to do my best to maintain that fragile lifeline.

    Yu Wanfeng grabbed Xiaoyuan and rubbed it for a while, thinking about many things.

    Fortunately, there is still some good news coming.

    For example, more and more people are cured.

    For example, Mr. Xiong's situation has improved.

    Someone is leaving.

    Some people are also standing up again.

    This is the story that is happening in this city.

    There is no end to life.

    ?Life is as tenacious as grass on the plain, reborn when the spring breeze blows.

    After a long time, the order of the city gradually stabilized, all the gloom has passed, and the ashes that were too late to collect are gradually buried in the ground.

    Those relics that were too late to be delivered were delivered to the family members one by one.

    The old professor's relic was sent by the doctor in the hospital after contacting his son.

    At that time, Yu Wanfeng and several classmates were also there.

    They happened to go to see off the medical team in Hubei and stood on the street near the hospital.

    The street was full of people, lined the aisle to see off.

    Ten Mile Long Street, with mixed flavors and tears in my eyes.

    After the farewell, the classmate who came with her bumped her arm, pointed to a person at the door of the hospital and said, "That is Professor Wu's son. I have met him. He is also a teacher. He has assisted Professor Wu in several classes."

    Professor Wu is the old professor who passed away.

    Yu Wanfeng was depressed, and walked over with her classmates to say hello.

    I don't know what to say, except for that one sentence, my condolences will change.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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