Chapter 548 Xiaoxiao, Don't Be Afraid, I'm Here

His face turned pale in an instant.

With a bang, a muffled thunder seemed to sound in his mind. This thunder completely shattered his thoughts and the little extravagant hope he had left.

With trembling hands, he took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket.

Because he was taking out a cigarette, the umbrella in his hand slipped, and the raindrops as big as beans fell hard on him.

Those raindrops made his heart ache.

The little brother next to him immediately picked up the umbrella and carefully blocked the rain for Brother Jiang.

The cigarette in Brother Jiang's hand was soaked by the rain, but he still didn't notice it. With trembling hands, he took out a cigarette and slowly handed it to Wen Muchu.

Wen Muchu didn't answer, and continued: "Brother Jiang, what kind of character do you think Lan Xiao is? You disregard her wishes and dig out the doubts buried deep in her heart. Do you think that you are helping me?" Is she? In fact, you are not helping her, you are harming her. In fact, do you think you really like her? No... You are only curious about her because of your interest, which makes a difference Feelings."

"It's just like this... You use this shameful method, using the method of dealing with your opponent, to capture Lan Xiao's heart... Heh... How can love be obtained by means? Exchange your heart for it. Sincerity is the right way to get love...Brother Jiang actually you don't love Lan Xiao, you only love yourself..."

After Wen Muchu finished speaking, he left here without looking back, and headed towards the top of the cemetery.

The last sentence was particularly heartbreaking, and Jiang Ge's liver and gallbladder trembled.

Brother Jiang's arm trembled almost inaudibly.

The cigarette in his hand slipped slowly and fell to the ground, sparking a drop of rain.

The water splashed on his trousers, obviously it didn't stain his skin, but he felt a cold breath slowly rising from the bottom of his feet.

The heavy rain was still falling, splashing, and the cold raindrops seemed to be falling on his heart. It was bitingly cold and made him uncomfortable.

Brother Jiang's whole body froze. After a while, he slowly raised his head and looked through the curtain of the umbrella.

Looking towards the top of the cemetery, he was clearly only one step away, but at this step, he knew that after today, there would be thousands of rivers and mountains.

Such a distance will be a gap that he has never been able to bridge in his life so far.

At this moment, he clearly understood that he was completely excluded from Lan Xiao and Wen Muchu.

No one can come between Lan Xiao and Wen Muchu.

In terms of understanding, he was indeed inferior to Wen Muchu's understanding of Lan Xiao.

What's more, he loves Lan Xiao's pure heart.

Moreover, he never expected that Wen Muchu would rush back at this special moment.

He put Lan Xiao in the same position as his future.

Even Lan Xiao's weight surpassed his future.

Compared with Wen Muchu, what is his meager favor and liking?

A man who is willing to leave his future behind and come back to accompany her, such deep and strong love——

For some reason, Brother Jiang felt a little ashamed.

He suddenly remembered the scene where Lan Xiao dragged Liu Shan out of the rain.

Lan Xiao's eyes full of hatred and indifference made him frown uncontrollably.

Could it be that he was really wrong?

"Is there any smoke?" Brother Jiang asked the younger brother beside him with a hoarse voice.

The younger brother quickly took out a cigarette from his pocket.

Brother Jiang turned on the lighter, and lit the cigarette against the wind.

He let the north wind rustle and let the rain fall on him.

He still stood still, looking in the direction of the top of the mountain without blinking his eyes.

The younger brother next to him asked in trepidation, "Brother Jiang, what should we do next?"

"Wait." Brother Jiang sat back in the carriage again, leaving two words.

He looked up at the falling raindrops outside the car window, dazed in a daze.

He was thinking, what would it be like to face the gentle Lan Xiao?

Is it indifferent and rejects people thousands of miles away?

Or put into Wen Muchu's arms, fragile like a child?

Could it be that his liking for Lan Xiao was just out of interest, and he had a good impression of her.

Is it just a good feeling?

Doesn't it even count as liking?

...

Holding the handle of the umbrella, Wen Muchu walked towards the mountain little by little.

The mountain road was rugged, muddy and slippery, and the surroundings were pitch black. He couldn't help but wonder, how did Lan Xiao drag Liu Shan to the top of the mountain?

She must have hated and angered to the extreme, so she even forgot the fear of the dark and the cold that girls should have.

Wen Muchu's pace quickened unconsciously.

He was uneasy in his heart, and even more distressed.

About ten minutes later, he went up to the top of the mountain, searching for clusters of tombstones.

Finally, he found Lan Xiao in the last row, the farthest position.

Lan Xiao hugged the tombstone, drooped her head, and remained silent, as if she had fallen asleep.

Letting the icy rain fall on her body, she didn't react at all.

No sound, no vitality, as if dead.

He had never seen such a decadent and desperate Lan Xiao.

His heart trembled slightly, a touch of pain, faintly leaped to his heart.

Wen Muchu's breathing stagnated, and he raised his foot and ran towards Lan Xiao.

"Xiao Xiao..."

He slowly squatted down, put the umbrella on top of her head, and shouted tremblingly.

Lan Xiao moved her eyelids, she felt that the voice just now seemed to be a hallucination of hers.

Why is Wen Muchu here?

He should be at the military base, he should still be participating in the selection of the Raptors.

He has such an important matter, it is impossible for him to come to her.

As Lan Xiao thought about it, she moved her eyelids, but she didn't move any more, continuing to maintain her original state.

All this is her hallucination.

Wen Muchu couldn't help trembling slightly, he slowly touched her shoulder, he threw away the umbrella, and pulled her into his arms without any hesitation.

"Xiaoxiao, don't be afraid, I'm here..."

Lan Xiao was so startled that her body trembled, the voice really sounded like Wen Muchu.

Wen Muchu, he... why did he come here at this time?

Lan Xiao didn't dare to believe it, nor did she dare to think about it.

However, that familiar breath kept rushing towards her nostrils.

The temperature was so warm that it was about to melt, and she couldn't help but burst into tears.

The cool fingers slowly touched her cheeks, stroking her skin gently over and over again.

The gentle and nostalgic voice came to her continuously.

"I'm back, your Chuchu is back."

Lan Xiao's originally stiff palms slowly regained consciousness.

With her nails, she pinched her palm fiercely.

The pain in her palm made her wake up in an instant.