76 Shaohua Baizhuo Big Dream

The candlelight is like a bean, and the wax tears flow.

The air in the wooden house seemed to be as heavy as solidification, with only the beating heart of two old people and the weaker and weaker breathing of Xiao Chen.

The huge waves outside the island are overwhelming, as if the ferocious beast with a huge mouth is about to completely devour the isolated island. However, for a moment, the waves have completely washed down several small trees outside the island. As the retreating huge waves gradually disappear in the sea, it is no longer visible, and only the little bit is still standing. The tree trunks outside the island stand alone.

Trees have branches, trunks and leaves, and it is difficult to survive without anything, especially for the small trees on this isolated island overseas.

The power of heaven and earth, as far as horror is!

Sikongyu's hands were almost trembling, the knife in his hand was slightly yellow in the candlelight, and the sweat on his forehead was as big as a bean. The almost perfect operation made the old man think about it and never calm down again because of the bruised spine.

Wuxu stood like wood with an almost burned candle in his hand, and his eyes always stayed on the scratched spine on Xiao Chen's back.

"To this day, we can only listen to fate and see the fate of this boy." When the wax tears were about to run out, Sikongyu sighed gently, took out the special needle and thread from the wooden box and began to sew Xiao Chen's wound.

Sikongyu has been practicing medicine for decades, but he only has unspeakable pain and fear for this spine. Forty years ago, it was such a injury that made him no longer have the confidence to pick up the knife and go to the island. Forty years later, the old man no longer has the courage and courage to operate the countless plans conceived in his heart, because he can never afford to lose. As a result of defeat, he sadly chose to give up the treatment of the wiped spine.

Wuxu was silent.

The wound on Xiao Chen's back was slowly sutured. Although the blood had already stained the bed, the work of Sikong Yu's knife was really good. The wound was quickly sutured without touching the large blood vessels on Xiao Chen's back.

After cleaning the blood in his hand in the basin, Sikong Yu stared at the scar in Xiao Chen's left eye again. After scolding the quack doctor in his heart, he took out the knife again and began to cut it carefully on Xiao Chen's left eye.

Suddenly, a piece of blood ejected from Xiao Chen's left eye, but Si Kongyu was not surprised at all, because this knife was originally deliberately put on by him, in order to release all the blood in his left eye. How can he talk about the blood is unclear?

The huge waves still hit the isolated island without stopping, and the bright moon slanted to the west without end.

It was dawn when Sikongyu finally applied a layer of special herbs around Xiao Chen's left eye. Although the old man was already exhausted, he was very focused on cleaning every blood knot and blood vessel in Xiao Chen's left eye during the whole operation. It was not until he felt perfect that he finished the eye operation for nearly two hours, but he did not notice that the candle in Wuxu's hand was the third.

Sikongyu and Wuxu took off Xiao Chen's clothes and changed a clean set of clothes, and then changed all the sheets and bedding. It was not until Xiao Chen's breathing gradually stabilized and powerful that the two old people left the wooden house and came to another wooden house to talk.

"What the hell happened? Why did my grandson get hurt like this?" Just after sitting down, Si Kongyu couldn't wait to ask.

"Tang Men and Brother Pao went to Shanghai Ziyuan. Xiao Changhe and Chu Xiaoyun were both dead. Your grandson's girl surnamed Zhang blocked the gun and hit the five bullets you just took out and never woke up. If I hadn't arrived in time, I'm afraid that the Xiao family would never have any descendants in the world. It's done." Wu Xu said with a self-deprecating smile. Under the trust of his old friend, he could only do this little thing. It was too sad to think about it, especially when he saw Xiao Changhe's body and Xiao Chen, who was seriously injured and unconscious.

Si Kongyu sighed and whispered, "You've done enough. If it weren't for you and my grandson, who won't have a chance to wake up again, the rest can only rely on his own willpower to be tenacious or not. As for what happens after waking up, let's talk about it later."

In the candlelight, the white temples of the two old men were as eye-catching as silver silk, and their wrinkled faces were full of solemnity. When will Xiao Chen wake up? What kind of symptoms will be left after waking up?

Maybe only God can know.

After this night, it was the ninth day after Zhang Qiuling's death.

In the past nine days, Xiao Chen did a lot of irrational things. He went to Vietnam to buy arms. He played with Feng Yixuan in Wuhu and successfully transported back arms. Originally, he calculated that he was going to fight in Nanjing to give Zhang Qiuling an explanation, but he finally went to Ziyuan and witnessed his father's heroism and listened to his father's sweet past. Later, he saw Zhang Qiuling who came back from the dead, Xiao Changhe's song of Dongxiao music, Chu Xiaoyun's long whip killed the enemy desperately to death, and then Zhuge Zizhan and Li Feixuan fell to the ground one after another...

In the past nine days, he met the three brothers of Beiluqiao, and turned enemies into friends with Chen Fei.

In the past nine days, he is in charge of the power of Shengtang Group.

In the past nine days, his reputation is so high that he is so angry that he is full of people's grievances!

Too many things have happened in these nine days, and in the night of the ninth day, Xiao Chen's heart fluctuated, sometimes sad, angry and sometimes surprised...

These nine days are finally over. He has become a seriously injured patient. Maybe he will wake up the next day, or maybe he will not wake up in his life.

Nine days, this is the most thrilling nine days in Xiao Chen's life.

Lying on **, his eyes closed and his breath was weak. Xiao Chen no longer had the strength to think about all the fighting and the whirlpool of power. His connections, assets and forces were just like floating clouds for this unconscious man. He floated and disappeared, and it was difficult to determine his shape when he looked up.

Things in the world are capricious, and life is not as bright and white. How can we stay together and have white heads together? Can lovers in the world finally get married? Haizi's face facing the sea is just an ideal, and as the ideal king, Haizi is just a spray, a suicide on the track.

As the saying goes, life is like a big dream. When you wake up, you will be another world, and you will be another identity.

For Xiao Chen at this moment, it may be the same. The alternating sadness and past make him unable to be an ordinary person, unable and powerless.

Seeing Xiao Changhe's breathless, the hatred in Xiao Chen's heart was like a dissipated cloud of smoke and never appeared again.

Hate has subsided, and anger has subsided. At the moment of life and death, Xiao Chen has already been relieved. As long as he can hold Zhang Qiuling's warm palm like jade, what can he ask for?

At the beginning of the dream, the dream ended, the anger and ambition in his heart, Xiao Chen also disappeared into the vast world with the five shots.

Shaohua Baihuo, a big dream, all kinds of things in the past have long become dust in history with the huge waves outside the island.