"Grandfather, give them to the motherland. Let it serve all mankind. This is the value of the doctor. I think grandma must also hope that her research results can be passed down from generation to generation. "

The old man waved to him, "you go down first, let me think about it."

Lord Zhan turned away.

When he came out of the old man's room, he looked at the reconstructed tourmaline manor. The layout and shape of the building remained the same as before. Lush trees, wide asphalt road, everywhere burst out of vitality.

The reconstruction of tourmaline manor was supervised by Zhengling himself. Thinking of Zheng Ling, he did not hesitate to work hard for him, but his heart ached again.

He lost such a good Zheng Ling.

Zhan hanjue dragged his dignified steps to his xiangding garden.

The ancient xiangding garden still retains its original appearance. But the trees, the flowers and plants have changed.

Zheng Ling planted many Jacaranda, many kapok trees and many Lingxiao flowers here.

There was a happy smile in the eyes of Zhan hanjue. Zhengling's design was almost the same as his plant design in Qingmei town.

Thanks to their heart.

Han Jue opened the door of xiangding garden and saw a pair of large frame ink paintings hanging on the wall of the living room. Inside is a row of small lattice picture frame, inside a whore a picture. They are all masterpieces of Zheng Ling.

From the first meeting of the ignorant, to meet the innocence of love, and then to the despair of life and death, and finally... White head does not leave each other's company.

Zhan hanjue instantly wet his eyes. If it was not for the trip to Mount Everest, Zheng Ling never thought of leaving him.

Zhan hanjue sat alone on the sofa, remembering his sweet pictures with Zheng Ling in his mind.

"Zheng Ling, where are you?" The pain of the warlord.

Ladder town.

The reason why this town is famous is that it has a legend about love.

According to legend, there was a couple of lovers here a long time ago. The bridegroom was not treated by the girl's parents. In a rage, the girl eloped with her beloved man. From then on, he hid in this remote place and lived an isolated life.

Later, when they got older, their love story was spread by tourists who had no intention of breaking into it. This town became a ladder town.

Zheng Ling chose to stay in TIANTI town only because she had been here when she was young. There are many footprints and many memories left here.

In a rental room.

Zheng Ling lies on the bed in pain, and her muscles ache all over her body, but she bites her teeth and refuses to let herself out. Just that face soaked by sweat, that pair of stubborn willful but confused eyes, but revealed her pain.

Mrs. Yu gently wiped her sweat and said with heartache, "Zheng Ling, please call out the pain. Aunt Qing knows you are in pain...

Zheng Ling's spirit is like a wandering Silk Road: "aunt Qing, I'm not a waste."

Mrs. Yu's tears dropped in an instant. Yu Qianqian's hurt to Zheng Ling was like a seed, rooting and sprouting in Zheng Ling's heart.

Therefore, after Zheng Ling was paralyzed, she was not willing to lie on the bed peacefully and accept the doctor's advice seriously. She's fighting her own body.

The doctor told her to rest in bed, she tried to jump on the fitness equipment, could not stand on the kneeling, no strength kneeling on the prone.

She fought the disease with her stubbornness.

Although she didn't know it was painful, seeing that she was skinny in a few days, Mrs. Yu and Zheng Yu knew how hard it was for her to live.

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