Awakening finally remembered something, and the memory brought Pandora's box to the surface. He rushed to a large cabinet, opened the bottom door, and felt his hands in the cabinet for a long time. Thank God it's still there. The feeling of that thing in my hand was so special that it seemed to come to my eyes again that night seven years ago, and I smelled the peculiar smell of the hospital in my nose. Everything began to rot, except this box. He took out the royal blue box and carefully placed it on the table. Time seemed to freeze on the box, and awakening gently stroked the surface of the box, feeling that it was a part of an old man's body and soul, and that it should go to the grave with the old man. Alternatively, the box itself is a tomb. Now is the time to open the tomb. Pandora's box has been opened again, however. The box is empty. Awakening, unable to believe his eyes, he picked up the box trembling. No, no flute, no nothing. The box is empty. It's just an empty box. Never, never play this flute. This sentence sounded in his ear again, which was the teacher's warning before he died,massage bathtub manufacturers, but why didn't the teacher take it to the grave? Now, the flute has disappeared. Does it have an independent life? Will you fly out of the box? Or the woman from last night. Www-xiaoshuotxt- C o mtxt Xiaoshuo Tiantang Chapter 25 Zhang Xiaopan Hasn't come home yet. It's been nearly 48 hours since he disappeared. Although Zhang Ming had called the police and ran everywhere his son might go, he was disappointed that no one, including his school and classmates, had ever seen his son. Like a bubble, Zhang Xiaopan was blown into the air by the wind and disappeared without a trace. Zhang Ming called his ex-wife,jacuzzi manufacturers, who was far away in Japan. Before he could finish, his ex-wife scolded him on the phone and hung up. He didn't know if his ex-wife would come back for his son, but he would rather that woman stay in Japan forever. They have been divorced for three years, and after a long lawsuit, Zhang Xiaopan finally stayed with his father. But the son seems to be indifferent to this, he does not care whether he is a father or a mother, Zhang Ming has been worried about his son's indifference, but he can do nothing. Could this be the reason for the son's disappearance? He did not know that when Zhang Ming was 10 years old, his father died, and it has been 30 years now. On the day of Tomb Sweeping Festival, he took his son to sweep his grandfather's grave for the first time, but Zhang Xiaopan was very frightened in front of his grandfather's grave. Zhang Ming did not understand why his son was afraid when he had never seen his grandfather? His mind came back to the night before his father died 30 years ago. His father was constantly vomiting blood, whirlpool hot tub ,5 person hot tub, and years of lung disease had already left him dying. He grabbed his son Zhang Ming's hand. Zhang Ming still clearly remembered that his father's hand was so cold that it felt like a skeleton. That night, the father pressed Zhang Ming's ear and said, "Do you remember the story I told you?" Ten-year-old Zhang Ming nodded. Of course, he remembered that his father had been telling him that story for as long as he could remember. His father coughed up a big mouthful of blood, and even Zhang Ming's hands were stained with his father's blood. He looked at his dying father in great fear, knowing that death was already lying on his father's body and would take him away at any time. The father continued, "The sound of the flute will take you away, take your children away, take your children's children away." With that, the father spat out a big mouthful of blood, almost sprayed it on Zhang Ming's face, and then died. The sound of the flute will take you away, your children away, your children's children away. Zhang Ming will never forget his father's words before he died. Now, this terrible prediction has come true. He felt his throat strangled by something, and his breathing became more and more rapid. He rushed to the window at once, opened the window and breathed the outside air. The moonlight was surprisingly bright, shining on his frightened face, and in the silver, he seemed to see the back of a child. Is your son back? Zhang Ming opened his eyes wide and almost leaned half of his body out of the window. His hand grabbed the iron fence outside the window and looked at the flower bed downstairs. In the bright moonlight, he did see the figure of a child. No, that's not his son. Standing in the flower bed downstairs was a little girl of about seven or eight years old, with long black hair and a long white dress. The cold moonlight reflected a cold light in her eyes. Zhang Ming could hear the sound of his teeth colliding. If it hadn't been for the iron fence, he would have fallen downstairs through the window. The little girl was looking at him coldly, and her faint eyes were definitely not what a child of her age could have. The moonlight covered her body with a strange layer of silver, like a white ghost performing on a black stage against a dark background. He finally controlled his fear and pulled his body back from the window, then ran out of the room quickly and rang the doorbell of Ye Xiao next door. To his surprise, Ye Xiao quickly opened the door, his eyes red, as if he was still staying up late. He looked at Zhang Ming with a strange look and said, "What happened?" "Officer Ye, look out of the window." Zhang Ming's frightened look and tone made Ye Xiao puzzled. He said slowly, "Are you too nervous these days?" "No, look out the window." Ye Xiao could not resist him, so he could only go to the window and look down at the outside. Zhang Ming followed closely behind him and said, "Look at the flower beds downstairs." A few seconds later, Ye Xiao turned around, frowned and said,whirlpool hot tub, "What did you see?" "A little girl." "See for yourself." Zhang Ming poked his head out of the window again, but there was nothing in the flower bed downstairs. The moonlight outside was still bright, and there was nothing but Hua Ying Po Sha. Impossible! 。 monalisa.com