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Sorry, the number you dialed is empty!

"!?"

Old Wang's face was startled, his eyes stared at his phone, and then he looked at Lao Nie, who was also dumbfounded, and muttered in a low voice:

"Why is it an empty number? Have you typed it wrong all the time?"

The first time I called that adopted son, I would definitely not be blocked, and it seemed that after being blocked, it would not be called an empty number.

If one person calls it, it will be an empty number, but if two people call it, it will still be an empty number.

It means that this number is empty!

"No, definitely not!"

Old Nie's face was startled, and he hurriedly looked down at the phone number, where Nizi's name and contact information were clearly written.

Contact: Nie Xing

Tel: 158********

Even half a month ago, there were still call records!

Why is it empty now?

Old Wang didn't believe in evil, so he called again, and then he believed: It's just an empty number!

Emotional Nie Xing, that kid even changed his phone number in order to stay away from Old Nie?

He is really an outsider, with a really cruel heart!

If you say no to contact, you can immediately empty the number!

But it has to be said to be heartless.

Thinking of this, he was both angry and somewhat distressed for Old Nie:

"What's the use of raising such a son? A few years ago, I was glad that he joined the Longguo scientific research unit. Now it seems that it is not easy to go to any unit. Look at my son who came out of college, although he didn't go to school. What a good unit! But it's just for his own life. I told him to go east and he wouldn't dare to go west! Beating, beating, and scolding for decades, it's not as precious as you to support that Nie Yun, but this kind of filial piety can't be faked. Look at me being respectful and obedient every day, and then look at you..."

Speaking of which, Lao Wang accidentally started the old trouble again, and made a comparison.

Seeing that Old Nie didn't speak, he could only stop halfway through his words and turn into a sigh.

As for the chess on the table, I don't have much thought for it.

Old Wang's eyes gradually sank, as if he had made a decision. His tone was solemn:

"Old Nie, is there any cure for your disease? What did the doctor say?"

His face was serious.

Old Nie said in a deep voice:

"Terminal illness, there is no way out."

The topic seemed heavy and suffocating.

See you,

Old Wang's voice was a little hoarse:

"I've only been an old brother like you for so many years. If you are sick, we will treat it. Don't be afraid to spend money! I still have some savings here, not much. You can take it first!"

Saying that, he trembled into his jacket and took out a crumpled passbook from his inner pocket.

Put it on the coffee table and hand it to Old Nie.

Old Nie was a little surprised. When he saw the passbook, tears immediately flowed out of his mouth:

"You stingy bastard, what kind of big money are you putting on me!? This is the money for your child to buy a house. You can't give it, and I can't take it!"

"Hurry up and take it back!"

This is the money Lao Wang is going to buy a new house for his children.

He is a cheapskate who saves a lot of money on weekdays. If anyone borrows money, he will be considered a little famous in the whole community.

Recently, I'm about to buy a house. I've been talking about it in the whole community for several days. I heard that I was optimistic about the house yesterday and I'm going to buy it!

It is a big family, with four bedrooms and one living room, and the north and south are transparent. It is very beautiful!

Buying a house is considered a family property prepared by his son for his grandson. According to the current price of real estate, it must be more and more profitable.

One year later, the next year is another high price.

Unexpectedly, he, a miser according to the neighborhood legend, was able to take out all the money.

This is something that Lao Nie didn't expect.

It caused both of them to cry.

"The human heart is full of flesh. Is it possible that I really want to watch you go like this alone?"

Old Wang's rough old hand wiped the tears from his face and said in a trembling voice.

After a lifetime of friendship, Lao Nie has cancer now. He is more uncomfortable than Lao Nie!

"It's a pity that you still graduated from junior high school. You don't understand terminal illnesses. The labor and management have all said that terminal illnesses can be cured by money. What is the name of terminal illnesses? Hurry up and take them back. Don't think I don't know, this money was saved by your son. Don't lose it to others!"

Old Nie said in tears.

He just pushed the passbook back, he couldn't ask for this money, and it was useless if he asked for it.

Without waiting for Old Wang to say more, Old Nie hurriedly continued:

"How many years have we been together, my brothers, even if I'm relieved in this lifetime, the only thing I can't worry about..."

"It's still that kid Nie Xing!"

Listen to what Lao Nie said.

Just as Lao Wang wanted to scold the boy for being unfilial, Lao Nie choked up and reached out his hand again to stop him:

"Listen to me!"

"My will, the real estate certificate, and all my savings are behind that wall clock! If I leave in a hurry and don't see Xingzi, remember to put it away for me! ... When he comes back, Give it to him!"

His voice trembled, and he couldn't tell the desolation and loneliness.

Old Wang turned his head, weeping and stubborn:

"I have to give it to yourself. If you were not filial, I would not have taken him in back then!"

"You said that again!"

Old Nie burst into tears and seemed to complain.

Afterwards, he coughed violently, with blood streaks coming out!

Cough, cough, cough!

Old Wang's expression changed, and he hurriedly stepped forward tremblingly and patted his back with concern.

Seeing Old Nie's big hand trembling and pointing to a bottle of medicine on the table, Old Wang hurriedly took it, poured out two medicines, and handed it to Old Nie:

"Fast food!"

She found another glass of water and brought it to him.

After Lao Nie finished taking the medicine, his condition became even worse, his face was pale and weak, and he could only lie on the sofa in the living room, gasping for breath.

......

Boom!

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On the Gobi Desert in Long Country, a strong explosion sounded violently!

The shock wave visible to the naked eye instantly covered thousands of miles, and the terrifying impact made the whole world tremble!

Thousands of miles away, a group of researchers in isolation suits are holding various equipment, looking at the explosion effect in the distance with surprise!

"The power of the secondary shock wave far exceeded our expectations. It seems that the Chaoyuan double-wave ballistics is indeed feasible!"

"The thousand and two hundred and fifty experiments have finally achieved the effect of the second wave of bullets! Immediately notify the superiors and synchronize the research results of the experiments!"

"Yes!"

As the voice fell, the group of people quickly dispersed.

After half an hour.

In the secret research conference room.

The researchers were all present, holding the latest research data and equipment, waiting for the arrival of someone.

The door of the conference venue slowly opened, and an old man with a determined face walked in.

Followed by him were several soldiers armed to the teeth and armed with live ammunition.

It can be seen that its status is noble and special!

He walked to the main seat, and gave a military salute to all the researchers present with a serious expression!

"You have worked hard!"

"Elder Liu!"

Everyone also stood tall, looked at the old man in unison, and returned a military salute!

The old man, known as Liu Lao, looked directly at the leading man among the researchers with deep eyes, with a solemn tone:

"Director Nie, I heard that the research was successful?"

If Su Chen was present, he would definitely be able to recognize that this old man was the old Liu who attended Chu Guozhong's funeral, Liu Hongfei!

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