Chapter 50 Looking for the Past

In the room, the father and daughter sat by the bed and told the past. There were sadness, happiness, and bits of the past appeared in front of them one by one.

"Dad." Ma Yujia's voice suddenly became smaller, lowering her head and playing with her fingernails, as if there was something difficult to say.

"Hm?" Ma Wenhao took a loving look at his daughter. Through the conversation between the two of them, he realized that he owed so much to the mother and daughter. He tried his best to make money, that is, he wanted to buy them the most expensive, eat the best food, and play the best. However, he was wrong. For the mother and daughter, these did not give them real happiness. A loving person and a complete home are what they want, or even what they expect.

"What's wrong with Yujia?" Ma Wenhao stroked Ma Yujia's hair and asked softly when he saw that Ma Yujia did not make a sound.

"Dad, I want to help Xiaoqi." Ma Yujia raised her head and looked at her father hopefully. Sometimes, she felt that the man was very familiar, but sometimes, she was very strange to the person in front of her, just like the smell of him. There was a kind of dependence, but it slowly dissipated.

"Of course! Aren't we trying to help Xiaoqi now?" Ma Wenhao is a little puzzled. What happened to his daughter today? He hesitated to speak.

"No, I think we have used many methods, such as drug therapy, physical therapy, and even finding people who are close to him, but it still has no effect. So... I wonder if I can take Xiaoqi back to Longyang, where he was born and raised. Maybe he can feel the breath of his hometown, and his condition will improve a little. Besides, the best recovery period given by Dr. Jackson is about to pass. If he can't wake up during this period, I'm afraid there will be little hope. Although Ma Yujia said in an orderly manner, her voice became smaller and smaller, because she knew that it was risky to do so.

Hearing this, Ma Wenhao lowered his head, pulled out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and slowly smoked it. I don't know when he fell in love with this feeling of smoke. The troubles and trifles in his heart drifted in the air with the smoke exhaled, becoming lighter and lighter, and passing away with the wind.

A doctor once mentioned that he took Long Xiaoqi back to live in the family for a period of time. Although the house there had been destroyed, it was his habitat after all. Perhaps the familiar smell would awaken this sleeping heart.

However, Ma Wenhao rejected it without hesitation. First, the battle of the eight families has just ended, and no one knows whether the remnants of the other seven clans will stay there with the intention of robbing the remnant jade on Long Xiaoqi. Second, the company's business was busy at that time, and he really couldn't find time to accompany Ma Yujia. If he was not with the two children, I'm afraid he would sit like a needle every minute and sleep and eat uneasy.

But now, since Ma Yujia took the initiative to mention it, and it can be said to be the last glimmer of hope for Long Xiaoqi to wake up, he can't bear to watch Long Xiaoqi lie ** all his life, let alone shatter his daughter's dream.

"Let me think about it, don't worry." Ma Wenhao sat in a chair and smoked silently. He thought carefully. He wanted to think of a perfect way, and safety was the first priority.

"Well, wait, I'll make a call." After saying that, Ma Wenhao stood up and walked out of the house.

"Xiaoqi, have you seen it? Everyone is trying to figure it out for you. You must hold on, for sure!" Ma Yujia stared at Long Xiaoqi affectionately, like a thoughtful woman, waiting for her husband's return.

The night is dark, which is the moment of thousands of lights, but the incandescent lights in the room make people's eyes hurt, white and sad, like a lonely boat on the rivers and lakes, lighting fishing lights and lamenting empty.

After a while, Ma Wenhao came back with the phone in his hand. Although he was still calm as usual, the light from his eyes could not hide his excited heart.

"Dad, how's it going?" Ma Yujia raised her head, and her big watery eyes revealed hope.

"Hey! This is not easy to deal with! As you know, now everyone is staring at the precious jade of the Long family. If we appear rashly, the consequences will be unimaginable. Ma Wenhao looked at Ma Yujia with a straight face.

"This..." Ma Yujia wants to see a lively Long Xiaoqi. If this is true, I'm afraid that not only Long Xiaoqi will not wake up, but even they will be buried in the land of the Long family.

Suddenly, Ma Yujia felt heartbroken and the inner world was shattered. This was the only way she could think of and the only way she could do it, but...

The heart is empty, just like the universe is about to have a big explosion, and everything will be reduced to nothing, only air and darkness. Sadness has become the master here, ruling the world and covering everyone's heart. The black tone rowed the oars and moved forward without hesitation, occupying the world and threatening every ignorant and fearless person.

Although it was only a short moment, Ma Yujia seemed to have experienced a hundred generations of reincarnation, destruction, rebirth, rebirth, disillusion, and happy reincarnation until he could wake up. The heart seems to have been emptied by some mysterious substance, empty, lost, soulless, walking dead.

"Yujia! Yujia!" Looking at his daughter who lost color in an instant, Ma Wenhao knew that the joke was big. He underestimated Long Xiaoqi's position in her heart, which was not inferior to himself or even more important than himself.

"I just joked with you. I have been contacted on the other side, and we can go there in two days." Ma Wenhao shook Ma Yujia's hand like a child who made a mistake, with excitement on his face. His daughter is his heart. Only when he is in a good mood can he be interested in doing other things.

"What?" Ma Yujia raised her head in surprise, as if she couldn't believe that all this was true. She was just frustrated, but now it is another village. If you seize the opportunity, you may be able to turn over and enter heaven, but if you can't grasp it, you can only be imprisoned in the black ocean forever.

"Well, I called Xiaoqi's uncle and told me that the current situation in the northeast region is relatively chaotic, but there is no organization that can cover the sky. Un modestly speaking, with the strength of the Zhang family in the northeast region, they can still rank in the top three. As for the seven families! After World War I, it is also difficult to protect itself. How can there be no other energy to ambushed in the Long family and wait for Xiaoqi to appear? And after such a long time, I'm afraid it won't be too much even if they are ambushed there. As long as we act carefully, there should be no problem. Ma Wenhao analyzed one by one and was relatively relieved about the current situation.

Although the eight major families rarely communicate with ordinary enterprises and officials, there are still some super-large organizations or forces associated with them. It is not difficult to know their situation as long as you have that strength.

"Really?" Ma Yujia still couldn't believe it and asked carefully. She was afraid that it was just a dream and an illusion.

"Really! I have told Xiaoqi's uncle to start preparing, and we can leave the day after tomorrow. Ma Wenhao gently scraped Ma Yujia's nose, then hugged her in his arms and hugged her tightly. Since he had no chance to atone for his wife, let him love his daughter with a hundred times more love!

"Dad, you are so kind." Ma Yujia raised his head, smiled lightly, and then buried his head in Ma Wenhao's arms. On the other hand, Ma Wenhao was stunned at first, and then understood something. He gently kissed Ma Yujia's head and smiled with satisfaction.

Two days later, an ordinary large van was driven out of Ma's warehouse. For this operation, the father and daughter were carefully planned for a long time.

"Dad, do you think Xiaoqi will wake up this time?" Ma Yujia raised her head and looked at Ma Wenhao doubtfully.

"Maybe!" Ma Wenhao didn't say much. Looking at the road ahead, he seemed to see more clearly. For this action, for Long Xiaoqi's situation, perhaps, or really, only the genius will know