Chapter 406
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I took a look at him, but there was no response. I left directly and lay on the bed again. He followed me, pricked the needle again, and carefully covered the quilt for me.
Before leaving, he said to me, "sorry, I didn't know the specific situation before. It was my negligence. As a doctor, I won't see my patients have problems. For the sake of your daughter and yourself, don't do extreme things any more. I'll try to ask someone to bring your daughter, but you have to promise me that you can't commit suicide. "
I still didn't speak. I just looked in his face.
It's very suitable for white people to draw their facial features in a three-dimensional way.
Maybe I'm a little blind. I always think that white people look the same in front of me. But the people in front of me are very different from the people I usually see, especially their eyes. They are so beautiful.
Shen zhiang's eyes are also very beautiful, but it is the beauty of the East, and the man's eyes are deep, like the night sky, light blue pupils, giving people inexplicable peace of mind.
He continued, "you can talk to me at any time, knowing that you are sad."
I still ignore, watching him leave, closed the door, I will open the note in the palm of my hand to see.
Happy words, I am very familiar with, she told me, "Zhuo Feng has been contacted, very good, you can rest assured, I go to see him first, come back tomorrow."
I am very excited, and finally have the news of Zhuo Feng, that is, it must be OK, it must be.
With the news of Zhuo Feng, I feel much better. Just now, I feel very bad. Looking at the whole room, I feel much more beautiful.
After the infusion, I got up in a good mood and continued to wander around. When I passed the doctor's office, I stopped to have a look.
The doctor in charge was showing a man's skin. The white woman's face was covered with red acne. He was looking down with a strange mirror. When he saw me coming in, he was stunned and said, "wait a minute, I'll be fine soon."
I sat on the stool at the door and closed the door.
The bodyguards stood in front of me, like a God. I suddenly played with my heart and kicked one of them, "what are you doing with me like this? Can I run? I don't even have shoes. "
The man didn't know if he understood me. He looked at me and continued to stand straight.
I have no choice but to frown and sit on the stool with my feet up, but I always pay attention to the movement around me.
People don't often appear in the corridor in the East. Most of them are doctors. What's the important place? At the end of the corridor in the East is stairs. Many people go in and out, but it's rare for family members. They are all patients. Walking back and forth, they should take a walk on their own.
The door is in the middle of the downstairs. I pass by and have a look. I know it's very quiet here. It must be a very remote place. It's estimated that the traffic is not very good.
And there is no landline on the desk, and no one is using it.
The signals abroad are very poor. In some remote places, there is no signal. It is estimated that the same is true here.
But there is no fixed line telephone and no mobile phone. How can I get in touch with the outside world? This is still a hospital. It definitely needs developed communication. Is it where I can't see it.
In addition, there are many doctors here, many of them come and go. On the third floor is the operating room. I live on the corner of the second floor. The room is relatively large, and there is an independent toilet inside. But the windows here are very small, so I guess I won't be able to jump out.
I only know so much, and then I'll be the bodyguard in front of me.
I don't know if they can understand me, but just try.
I said, "I'm hungry."
One of them turned his head, looked at me and told the man around him to speak French. The man nodded and left.
It seems that the black man left behind by them knows Mandarin.
I also said, "I need shoes. My feet are cold. I also want to see my daughter. You ask Wang Quan to send it. I want to see my sister-in-law."
He looked at me and didn't respond.
I didn't say anything more, just waiting for the doctor in charge to come out.
After a while, the doctor came out with a pen in his pocket, and then the woman went out.
He asked me, "do you want to talk to me?"
Before I patted him that slap mark is still there, looks more ridiculous.
I pointed to his face and asked, "don't you take care of it?"
He shook his head indifferently. "It's OK. I'm used to it. Come in."
I got up and went in. He took me a pair of disposable slippers from the cupboard. They were very big. He squatted down and helped me put them on.
His hands are cold, colder than my feet. After putting them on, he told me, "don't walk around barefoot. The ground is dirty."
I nodded my thanks. At this moment, I suddenly felt that he was really good.
People, just can't get warmth, SLR a little bit, feel the same as the whole world, can't tell is good or bad."What's your name?" I asked him.
"My Chinese name is Wang Chuang."
Oh, I asked curiously, "why is the surname Wang?"
He said with a smile, "because my father's surname is Wang. He's a Chinese. He's what you call Uncle Wang."
Ah?
I looked at him in surprise. I couldn't believe it. There was no sign of mixed blood on him. The man who went to pick us up before was obviously of mixed blood.
He continued, "there's no doubt that I'm a half breed, but it's not obvious. It's obvious to my brothers that the genetic decision, maybe another one, will be more obvious. It's a wonderful thing, isn't it? "
Yes, many things can't be explained clearly in the hospital, especially the feelings for people.
If you can take a pill to determine people's feelings, then I will definitely eat up my obsession with Zhuo Feng. As long as I am in a hurry, I can not be afraid of life and death. It can be seen that I am afraid now.
I said, "Wang Chuang? Should I call you doctor elder brother? "
He picked eyebrows, even more happy smile, without hesitation, said, "well, then I call you sister?"
We look at each other and smile.
No wonder he had to do things for the king before to be a lobbyist. He turned out to be the eldest son of the king.
Wang Chuang's marriage is also sad. It's a family marriage for business. His wife is a foreigner and doesn't seem to be a Swiss. It can be guessed that Wang Chuang is a very orthodox white American with blonde hair and blue eyes, tall and beautiful.
After a moment's silence, he asked me, "do you want to see your daughter? I just contacted that side and meow fell asleep. I'm afraid I'll have to wait if I come here. "
Meow language is very good, I'm not in a hurry to see you, but what I notice is why he can contact the outside?
I subconsciously look at the desktop, no fixed line telephone, no computer, only simple books and some books, the only pen is still in his chest pocket, how does he contact, should not deceive me?
He followed my line of sight and laughed, "no doubt, I only told a lie once in my life, and I have realized my mistake, so what I said just now is true. Are you looking for a phone? Well, the hospital is far away from the city, but it is suitable for patients' self-cultivation. A lot of communication has not been completed yet. Our contact is through the communication outside radio station on the other side of the traffic post, and the patients who come to the hospital are also conveyed there, which is very accurate and punctual. "
It turns out that this is the case. It is said that there is radiation on the telephone. Are people here under such consideration? And the radio stations are encrypted layer upon layer here, so there will be no disconnection or interception.
I thought about it for a while. Oh, I said nothing.
He moved a chair and sat next to me with a strange smell on his body. I subconsciously smelled more, hey? I can't help the difference. This one is very familiar. I've been smelling it for ten years. Zhuofeng has always liked to use this brand of soap.
"It smells good, doesn't it?" I asked.
He smiles, nods and says, "yes, Zhuo Feng likes it, doesn't he?"
Zhuo Feng likes it because he always says it's like a kind of flower fragrance that he often smells in the countryside. Maybe it's because his childhood memory is too deep that he cares about the front-end things.
I looked down for a moment, a little distracted.
Wang Chuang reached over and held a piece of soap in his hand. He told me, "I'm used to using this when I wash my hands. If you take it and have a try, you should also like it."
I smile. Then I look down. The package is in good condition. I can still smell it through the package. The fragrance is pleasant. It reminds me of Zhuofeng.
I was very grateful to say to him, "thank you."
"No matter, I don't want you to misunderstand me again. I'll try my best to make you happy. First of all, I'm not flattering you, I really want you happy. Just like when your mother was here. "
Is my mother happy when she's here? I really don't know. I looked at him suspiciously. He chuckled and continued, "yes, I guess you want to know about your mother. I don't mind saying more. But I have conditions. "
There is no free lunch in the world. I knew that he would never give up any chance to ask me to stay. The king was determined to ask me to stay. He would spare no effort to leave me to see my mother again.
But whether I agree to Wang Chuang's terms or not is another matter. I smile and say, "you can tell me whether I agree or not is my problem, right?"
"Oh, yes. I might as well say so. " He got up and poured me a glass of water. After a drink, he said, "I don't care if you stay, but your mother has to show up. No matter where you go, it's a fact that can't be changed."
Why does my mother have to show up? Is my mother important to the family?
What's the relationship between my mother and kingship? Is there something I don't know?
I took a deep breath and looked at him helplessly.
He looked at me patiently, drank water again, and then said, "you must want to know why. I can tell you, but you have to promise me that you will bring your mother here first."It's a trap. I'd rather not know anything than ask my mother to come back. Since she has chosen not to come back, there must be her reason.
I nodded, put down the glass, "let me go back and think."
When I came out from him, the bodyguards at the door had released the food for me. The food tasted delicious. Through the layers of packaging, I could ask about the taste inside.
When I look at it, I'm really a little hungry. People are iron and rice is steel. If I don't eat a meal, I'm very hungry. I have to eat and drink enough before I can find a way to escape from here.
After dinner is very late, I lie in bed bored, the needle also played, just waiting for happy to send me news.
But who knows, there was no happy news for three days.
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I took a look at him, but there was no response. I left directly and lay on the bed again. He followed me, pricked the needle again, and carefully covered the quilt for me.
Before leaving, he said to me, "sorry, I didn't know the specific situation before. It was my negligence. As a doctor, I won't see my patients have problems. For the sake of your daughter and yourself, don't do extreme things any more. I'll try to ask someone to bring your daughter, but you have to promise me that you can't commit suicide. "
I still didn't speak. I just looked in his face.
It's very suitable for white people to draw their facial features in a three-dimensional way.
Maybe I'm a little blind. I always think that white people look the same in front of me. But the people in front of me are very different from the people I usually see, especially their eyes. They are so beautiful.
Shen zhiang's eyes are also very beautiful, but it is the beauty of the East, and the man's eyes are deep, like the night sky, light blue pupils, giving people inexplicable peace of mind.
He continued, "you can talk to me at any time, knowing that you are sad."
I still ignore, watching him leave, closed the door, I will open the note in the palm of my hand to see.
Happy words, I am very familiar with, she told me, "Zhuo Feng has been contacted, very good, you can rest assured, I go to see him first, come back tomorrow."
I am very excited, and finally have the news of Zhuo Feng, that is, it must be OK, it must be.
With the news of Zhuo Feng, I feel much better. Just now, I feel very bad. Looking at the whole room, I feel much more beautiful.
After the infusion, I got up in a good mood and continued to wander around. When I passed the doctor's office, I stopped to have a look.
The doctor in charge was showing a man's skin. The white woman's face was covered with red acne. He was looking down with a strange mirror. When he saw me coming in, he was stunned and said, "wait a minute, I'll be fine soon."
I sat on the stool at the door and closed the door.
The bodyguards stood in front of me, like a God. I suddenly played with my heart and kicked one of them, "what are you doing with me like this? Can I run? I don't even have shoes. "
The man didn't know if he understood me. He looked at me and continued to stand straight.
I have no choice but to frown and sit on the stool with my feet up, but I always pay attention to the movement around me.
People don't often appear in the corridor in the East. Most of them are doctors. What's the important place? At the end of the corridor in the East is stairs. Many people go in and out, but it's rare for family members. They are all patients. Walking back and forth, they should take a walk on their own.
The door is in the middle of the downstairs. I pass by and have a look. I know it's very quiet here. It must be a very remote place. It's estimated that the traffic is not very good.
And there is no landline on the desk, and no one is using it.
The signals abroad are very poor. In some remote places, there is no signal. It is estimated that the same is true here.
But there is no fixed line telephone and no mobile phone. How can I get in touch with the outside world? This is still a hospital. It definitely needs developed communication. Is it where I can't see it.
In addition, there are many doctors here, many of them come and go. On the third floor is the operating room. I live on the corner of the second floor. The room is relatively large, and there is an independent toilet inside. But the windows here are very small, so I guess I won't be able to jump out.
I only know so much, and then I'll be the bodyguard in front of me.
I don't know if they can understand me, but just try.
I said, "I'm hungry."
One of them turned his head, looked at me and told the man around him to speak French. The man nodded and left.
It seems that the black man left behind by them knows Mandarin.
I also said, "I need shoes. My feet are cold. I also want to see my daughter. You ask Wang Quan to send it. I want to see my sister-in-law."
He looked at me and didn't respond.
I didn't say anything more, just waiting for the doctor in charge to come out.
After a while, the doctor came out with a pen in his pocket, and then the woman went out.
He asked me, "do you want to talk to me?"
Before I patted him that slap mark is still there, looks more ridiculous.
I pointed to his face and asked, "don't you take care of it?"
He shook his head indifferently. "It's OK. I'm used to it. Come in."
I got up and went in. He took me a pair of disposable slippers from the cupboard. They were very big. He squatted down and helped me put them on.
His hands are cold, colder than my feet. After putting them on, he told me, "don't walk around barefoot. The ground is dirty."
I nodded my thanks. At this moment, I suddenly felt that he was really good.
People, just can't get warmth, SLR a little bit, feel the same as the whole world, can't tell is good or bad."What's your name?" I asked him.
"My Chinese name is Wang Chuang."
Oh, I asked curiously, "why is the surname Wang?"
He said with a smile, "because my father's surname is Wang. He's a Chinese. He's what you call Uncle Wang."
Ah?
I looked at him in surprise. I couldn't believe it. There was no sign of mixed blood on him. The man who went to pick us up before was obviously of mixed blood.
He continued, "there's no doubt that I'm a half breed, but it's not obvious. It's obvious to my brothers that the genetic decision, maybe another one, will be more obvious. It's a wonderful thing, isn't it? "
Yes, many things can't be explained clearly in the hospital, especially the feelings for people.
If you can take a pill to determine people's feelings, then I will definitely eat up my obsession with Zhuo Feng. As long as I am in a hurry, I can not be afraid of life and death. It can be seen that I am afraid now.
I said, "Wang Chuang? Should I call you doctor elder brother? "
He picked eyebrows, even more happy smile, without hesitation, said, "well, then I call you sister?"
We look at each other and smile.
No wonder he had to do things for the king before to be a lobbyist. He turned out to be the eldest son of the king.
Wang Chuang's marriage is also sad. It's a family marriage for business. His wife is a foreigner and doesn't seem to be a Swiss. It can be guessed that Wang Chuang is a very orthodox white American with blonde hair and blue eyes, tall and beautiful.
After a moment's silence, he asked me, "do you want to see your daughter? I just contacted that side and meow fell asleep. I'm afraid I'll have to wait if I come here. "
Meow language is very good, I'm not in a hurry to see you, but what I notice is why he can contact the outside?
I subconsciously look at the desktop, no fixed line telephone, no computer, only simple books and some books, the only pen is still in his chest pocket, how does he contact, should not deceive me?
He followed my line of sight and laughed, "no doubt, I only told a lie once in my life, and I have realized my mistake, so what I said just now is true. Are you looking for a phone? Well, the hospital is far away from the city, but it is suitable for patients' self-cultivation. A lot of communication has not been completed yet. Our contact is through the communication outside radio station on the other side of the traffic post, and the patients who come to the hospital are also conveyed there, which is very accurate and punctual. "
It turns out that this is the case. It is said that there is radiation on the telephone. Are people here under such consideration? And the radio stations are encrypted layer upon layer here, so there will be no disconnection or interception.
I thought about it for a while. Oh, I said nothing.
He moved a chair and sat next to me with a strange smell on his body. I subconsciously smelled more, hey? I can't help the difference. This one is very familiar. I've been smelling it for ten years. Zhuofeng has always liked to use this brand of soap.
"It smells good, doesn't it?" I asked.
He smiles, nods and says, "yes, Zhuo Feng likes it, doesn't he?"
Zhuo Feng likes it because he always says it's like a kind of flower fragrance that he often smells in the countryside. Maybe it's because his childhood memory is too deep that he cares about the front-end things.
I looked down for a moment, a little distracted.
Wang Chuang reached over and held a piece of soap in his hand. He told me, "I'm used to using this when I wash my hands. If you take it and have a try, you should also like it."
I smile. Then I look down. The package is in good condition. I can still smell it through the package. The fragrance is pleasant. It reminds me of Zhuofeng.
I was very grateful to say to him, "thank you."
"No matter, I don't want you to misunderstand me again. I'll try my best to make you happy. First of all, I'm not flattering you, I really want you happy. Just like when your mother was here. "
Is my mother happy when she's here? I really don't know. I looked at him suspiciously. He chuckled and continued, "yes, I guess you want to know about your mother. I don't mind saying more. But I have conditions. "
There is no free lunch in the world. I knew that he would never give up any chance to ask me to stay. The king was determined to ask me to stay. He would spare no effort to leave me to see my mother again.
But whether I agree to Wang Chuang's terms or not is another matter. I smile and say, "you can tell me whether I agree or not is my problem, right?"
"Oh, yes. I might as well say so. " He got up and poured me a glass of water. After a drink, he said, "I don't care if you stay, but your mother has to show up. No matter where you go, it's a fact that can't be changed."
Why does my mother have to show up? Is my mother important to the family?
What's the relationship between my mother and kingship? Is there something I don't know?
I took a deep breath and looked at him helplessly.
He looked at me patiently, drank water again, and then said, "you must want to know why. I can tell you, but you have to promise me that you will bring your mother here first."It's a trap. I'd rather not know anything than ask my mother to come back. Since she has chosen not to come back, there must be her reason.
I nodded, put down the glass, "let me go back and think."
When I came out from him, the bodyguards at the door had released the food for me. The food tasted delicious. Through the layers of packaging, I could ask about the taste inside.
When I look at it, I'm really a little hungry. People are iron and rice is steel. If I don't eat a meal, I'm very hungry. I have to eat and drink enough before I can find a way to escape from here.
After dinner is very late, I lie in bed bored, the needle also played, just waiting for happy to send me news.
But who knows, there was no happy news for three days.
I took a look at him, but there was no response. I left directly and lay on the bed again. He followed me, pricked the needle again, and carefully covered the quilt for me. Before leaving, he said to me, "sorry, I didn't know the specific situation before. It was my negligence. As a doctor, I won't see my patients have problems. For the sake of your daughter and yourself, don't do extreme things any more. I'll try to ask someone to bring your daughter, but you have to promise me that you can't commit suicide. " I still didn't speak. I just looked in his face. It's very suitable for white people to draw their facial features in a three-dimensional way. Maybe I'm a little blind. I always think that white people look the same in front of me. But the people in front of me are very different from the people I usually see, especially their eyes. They are so beautiful. Shen zhiang's eyes are also very beautiful, but it is the beauty of the East, and the man's eyes are deep, like the night sky, light blue pupils, giving people inexplicable peace of mind. He continued, "you can talk to me at any time, knowing that you are sad." I still ignore, watching him leave, closed the door, I will open the note in the palm of my hand to see. Happy words, I am very familiar with, she told me, "Zhuo Feng has been contacted, very good, you can rest assured, I go to see him first, come back tomorrow." I am very excited, and finally have the news of Zhuo Feng, that is, it must be OK, it must be. With the news of Zhuo Feng, I feel much better. Just now, I feel very bad. Looking at the whole room, I feel much more beautiful. After the infusion, I got up in a good mood and continued to wander around. When I passed the doctor's office, I stopped to have a look. The doctor in charge was showing a man's skin. The white woman's face was covered with red acne. He was looking down with a strange mirror. When he saw me coming in, he was stunned and said, "wait a minute, I'll be fine soon." I sat on the stool at the door and closed the door. The bodyguards stood in front of me, like a God. I suddenly played with my heart and kicked one of them, "what are you doing with me like this? Can I run? I don't even have shoes. " The man didn't know if he understood me. He looked at me and continued to stand straight. I have no choice but to frown and sit on the stool with my feet up, but I always pay attention to the movement around me. People don't often appear in the corridor in the East. Most of them are doctors. What's the important place? At the end of the corridor in the East is stairs. Many people go in and out, but it's rare for family members. They are all patients. Walking back and forth, they should take a walk on their own. The door is in the middle of the downstairs. I pass by and have a look. I know it's very quiet here. It must be a very remote place. It's estimated that the traffic is not very good. And there is no landline on the desk, and no one is using it. The signals abroad are very poor. In some remote places, there is no signal. It is estimated that the same is true here. But there is no fixed line telephone and no mobile phone. How can I get in touch with the outside world? This is still a hospital. It definitely needs developed communication. Is it where I can't see it. In addition, there are many doctors here, many of them come and go. On the third floor is the operating room. I live on the corner of the second floor. The room is relatively large, and there is an independent toilet inside. But the windows here are very small, so I guess I won't be able to jump out. I only know so much, and then I'll be the bodyguard in front of me. I don't know if they can understand me, but just try. I said, "I'm hungry." One of them turned his head, looked at me and told the man around him to speak French. The man nodded and left. It seems that the black man left behind by them knows Mandarin. I also said, "I need shoes. My feet are cold. I also want to see my daughter. You ask Wang Quan to send it. I want to see my sister-in-law." He looked at me and didn't respond. I didn't say anything more, just waiting for the doctor in charge to come out. After a while, the doctor came out with a pen in his pocket, and then the woman went out. He asked me, "do you want to talk to me?" Before I patted him that slap mark is still there, looks more ridiculous. I pointed to his face and asked, "don't you take care of it?" He shook his head indifferently. "It's OK. I'm used to it. Come in." I got up and went in. He took me a pair of disposable slippers from the cupboard. They were very big. He squatted down and helped me put them on. His hands are cold, colder than my feet. After putting them on, he told me, "don't walk around barefoot. The ground is dirty." I nodded my thanks. At this moment, I suddenly felt that he was really good. People, just can't get warmth, SLR a little bit, feel the same as the whole world, can't tell is good or bad."What's your name?" I asked him. "My Chinese name is Wang Chuang." Oh, I asked curiously, "why is the surname Wang?" He said with a smile, "because my father's surname is Wang. He's a Chinese. He's what you call Uncle Wang." Ah? I looked at him in surprise. I couldn't believe it. There was no sign of mixed blood on him. The man who went to pick us up before was obviously of mixed blood. He continued, "there's no doubt that I'm a half breed, but it's not obvious. It's obvious to my brothers that the genetic decision, maybe another one, will be more obvious. It's a wonderful thing, isn't it? " Yes, many things can't be explained clearly in the hospital, especially the feelings for people. If you can take a pill to determine people's feelings, then I will definitely eat up my obsession with Zhuo Feng. As long as I am in a hurry, I can not be afraid of life and death. It can be seen that I am afraid now. I said, "Wang Chuang? Should I call you doctor elder brother? " He picked eyebrows, even more happy smile, without hesitation, said, "well, then I call you sister?" We look at each other and smile. No wonder he had to do things for the king before to be a lobbyist. He turned out to be the eldest son of the king. Wang Chuang's marriage is also sad. It's a family marriage for business. His wife is a foreigner and doesn't seem to be a Swiss. It can be guessed that Wang Chuang is a very orthodox white American with blonde hair and blue eyes, tall and beautiful. After a moment's silence, he asked me, "do you want to see your daughter? I just contacted that side and meow fell asleep. I'm afraid I'll have to wait if I come here. " Meow language is very good, I'm not in a hurry to see you, but what I notice is why he can contact the outside? I subconsciously look at the desktop, no fixed line telephone, no computer, only simple books and some books, the only pen is still in his chest pocket, how does he contact, should not deceive me? He followed my line of sight and laughed, "no doubt, I only told a lie once in my life, and I have realized my mistake, so what I said just now is true. Are you looking for a phone? Well, the hospital is far away from the city, but it is suitable for patients' self-cultivation. A lot of communication has not been completed yet. Our contact is through the communication outside radio station on the other side of the traffic post, and the patients who come to the hospital are also conveyed there, which is very accurate and punctual. " It turns out that this is the case. It is said that there is radiation on the telephone. Are people here under such consideration? And the radio stations are encrypted layer upon layer here, so there will be no disconnection or interception. I thought about it for a while. Oh, I said nothing. He moved a chair and sat next to me with a strange smell on his body. I subconsciously smelled more, hey? I can't help the difference. This one is very familiar. I've been smelling it for ten years. Zhuofeng has always liked to use this brand of soap. "It smells good, doesn't it?" I asked. He smiles, nods and says, "yes, Zhuo Feng likes it, doesn't he?" Zhuo Feng likes it because he always says it's like a kind of flower fragrance that he often smells in the countryside. Maybe it's because his childhood memory is too deep that he cares about the front-end things. I looked down for a moment, a little distracted. Wang Chuang reached over and held a piece of soap in his hand. He told me, "I'm used to using this when I wash my hands. If you take it and have a try, you should also like it." I smile. Then I look down. The package is in good condition. I can still smell it through the package. The fragrance is pleasant. It reminds me of Zhuofeng. I was very grateful to say to him, "thank you." "No matter, I don't want you to misunderstand me again. I'll try my best to make you happy. First of all, I'm not flattering you, I really want you happy. Just like when your mother was here. " Is my mother happy when she's here? I really don't know. I looked at him suspiciously. He chuckled and continued, "yes, I guess you want to know about your mother. I don't mind saying more. But I have conditions. " There is no free lunch in the world. I knew that he would never give up any chance to ask me to stay. The king was determined to ask me to stay. He would spare no effort to leave me to see my mother again. But whether I agree to Wang Chuang's terms or not is another matter. I smile and say, "you can tell me whether I agree or not is my problem, right?" "Oh, yes. I might as well say so. " He got up and poured me a glass of water. After a drink, he said, "I don't care if you stay, but your mother has to show up. No matter where you go, it's a fact that can't be changed." Why does my mother have to show up? Is my mother important to the family? What's the relationship between my mother and kingship? Is there something I don't know? I took a deep breath and looked at him helplessly. He looked at me patiently, drank water again, and then said, "you must want to know why. I can tell you, but you have to promise me that you will bring your mother here first."It's a trap. I'd rather not know anything than ask my mother to come back. Since she has chosen not to come back, there must be her reason. I nodded, put down the glass, "let me go back and think." When I came out from him, the bodyguards at the door had released the food for me. The food tasted delicious. Through the layers of packaging, I could ask about the taste inside. When I look at it, I'm really a little hungry. People are iron and rice is steel. If I don't eat a meal, I'm very hungry. I have to eat and drink enough before I can find a way to escape from here. After dinner is very late, I lie in bed bored, the needle also played, just waiting for happy to send me news. But who knows, there was no happy news for three days.
