No.30 eighth grade

Huaan woke up from a nightmare, and found himself on a ship, sitting next to an old woman, silently smoking a cigarette, she turned around to look at him leisurely, Huaan was a little confused, and asked when she woke up, " Where am I, where are we going, where is Tong...Fang Qiutong?" The woman took out a lock-shaped jewelry from her bag and gave him a sneer, "The people in the Fang family and even the whole city of Nanjing are pretty much the same. Dead, boy, you are really lucky."

When Huaan heard this, his eyes dimmed immediately. He even felt that he had killed her. He began to get excited, his shoulders shrugged involuntarily, and big tears fell. The woman sighed and walked out. When he left, he said, "Look at what you have in your hand, your mother's...relic."

Huaan's heart was shocked again, he picked up the lock with trembling hands, and after a closer look, he realized that it was a mother-in-law lock that matched his golden lock. When he saw the engraving on it, his hands went limp.

Cheng Lan's Yulan.

On the deck, Zhao Yingsheng stood and smoked cigarettes one by one, facing the land of China that was gradually far away, and there were people in the same company talking about current affairs——

"I heard that Shanghai was also washed in blood. Those soldiers, alas, died for no apparent reason."

"I knew for a long time that Jiang Zhongzheng would not have evil intentions. Look at this, so he immediately started."

"Hey, you said none of those people survived?"

"Hehe, it's hard, they want us to die on purpose, how could they let us go so easily, I'm afraid it's over there in Shanghai, hey! Don't worry."

After sleeping for a whole morning, Huaan woke up, got up and wanted to find water to drink, but saw half a photo exposed in the box where the golden lock was originally placed, he stepped forward and took it out. On the face, it was a positive Cheng Huaan. Wearing theater makeup and lowering his eyes, he seemed extremely sad.