: April days on earth (3)

In the family's courtyard, the little ghost saw the mother sitting with her chin in her arms, ran to hug her with a sweaty little arm, "What's wrong with you, mom?"
"Mom is all right, mom watch you play, go play." Chu Luo said, kissed his son's face.
"But I miss my dad." The little ghost lingered in Chu Luo's arms and said quietly.
As soon as Chu Luo looked at his son's face, he reached out and touched, and then said, "After summer, we can go to find father."
The little ghost nodded, indicating that he knew.
Looking at her son who ran away again, Chu Luo slightly lip, she also wanted Gu Xicheng.
Chu Luomu was waiting for Song Mingfeng to come out at the entrance of the hospital. He didn't go in because it was Song Mingfeng's private affairs. He should not want to be known.
When Song Mingfeng came out at noon, it was obvious that he changed a relatively clean dress today, and even his hair was neatly groomed.
Song Mingfeng was on the phone with a rude tone in his tone, probably because he was spotted by someone, or maybe someone else yesterday found a new thug.
Seeing that Song Mingfeng hadn't finished the phone call, he ran quickly, Chu Luomu squinted slightly, and then started the car to follow.
When Song Mingfeng ran away, he was followed by a car, with several people on it, each holding a machete, until Song Mingfeng was forced into a dead corner.
Chu Luo got out of the car and looked back at this place. There were basically no passers-by.
"Somebody, go away." At the entrance of the dead end, stood a man who turned the wind.
Chu Luomu listened to the sound of fighting inside and closed the door slowly.
"I think it's lively here. What's it about?" Chu Luogui said, and he had to pass when he stepped up. The man saw that Chu Luomu was going to pass, and he directly cut out the machete he hid behind his back.
Chu Luomu held his wrist with one hand, forcing him to lose the machete in his hand. "The sword has no eyes, so be careful." Chu Luomu said, violently squeezing the teenager's wrist directly and then lifting it. The kick kicked the boy in.
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The boy fell to the ground, just between those people.
Song Mingfeng was able to fight alone, and he could not be the opponent of these people, so he was stroked a few times above his arm, and he knelt down on the ground.
"Who?" The man with blood above the machete looked back at the man who came slowly, killing his red-eyed face with a puppet.
Song Mingfeng looked up at Chu Luomu, "It's you, what are you doing here?"
"Well, it's terrible to be beaten, can't you stand up?" Chu Luoxi spoke slowly and slowly, "You keep people alive, others may not keep you alive." Chu Luomu said, Throwing the machete just obtained, it just landed at Song Mingfeng's feet.
Song Mingfeng looked down at the machete, and then looked at the people around him, slowly reaching out and holding the machete in front of him.
Chu Luomu squinted slightly, watching every movement of him, not knowing whether it was lost or something else.
"No matter how noisy I am, I'll cut it with you." The man said, yelling and chopping at Chuluo, who had no pure iron.
Chu Luo watched the man calmly, his mouth slightly twitched, sideways avoiding the man's machete, struggling with one foot, and kicked directly on the man's knee, causing the man to kneel in pain.
But Chu Luomu's gaze fell on Song Mingfeng's body all the time, on the machete in his hands.