Chapter 4996 5.0748 Uncomfortable

Feng Chen hurriedly said to Ji Si several people with a smile, "It's alright, don't lie on the wooden board and stay still, one person and one flying talisman, keep up."

Old Ji Si was overjoyed on Thursday, and hurriedly reached out to take the flying talisman thrown by Mo Lian, slapped her body quickly, and flew into the air.

I originally thought that I would consume my own divine power to fly, but now I use the flying charm, and I know that it is a great fortune in misfortune.

When the wind and rain floated in the sky of Wangchuan, everyone felt a little sour...

This is too hard!

...

In that compartment, Qiao Mu slept until the middle of the night, suddenly woken up by a nightmare, hurriedly sat up, hugged the quilt and curled up his legs, his delicate eyebrows frowned involuntarily.

Inexplicably, just now, he would have dreamed that his husband was calling for help at sea.

She must have been thinking about her dreams every day, how could her husband hug her thighs and cry like a little pitiful?

illusion! definitely.

The face was paralyzed and grinned.

This guy lay down again, tossing and turning on the bed for a while, only to hear the rustling of the rain outside the window accompanied by the whirring of the wind, making it difficult for people to meditate.

The face was paralyzed and sat up.

Can't sleep again...

"Isn't it true that they were told by Broken Moon that they would be unlucky at sea?" Little Face Paralyzed said something to himself, jumped out of bed, put on his brocade shoes, and walked out.

It was raining heavily outside, and a faint sound of the flute seemed to be sent into the wind, like weeping and complaining.

Qiao Mu went out the door silently, took out an ink painting umbrella from the inner world, and followed the flute sound all the way forward.

Stopping in the pattering rain, Qiao Mu looked at the figure in plain clothes in the pavilion, but felt that his back was bleak and seemed to have endless sadness.

Qiao Mu hesitated slightly in his heart, but he still couldn't help stepping into the pavilion.

The man suddenly turned around, and a pair of peach blossom eyes that were slightly watery, stared at her fixedly.

His clothes were very thin, and he stood in the wind, surrounded by loneliness and silence, as if he was the only one left in the long space of heaven and earth.

The figure is slender and wispy, holding a green bamboo flute tightly in his hand. When he looks at the tree, his dark pupils are swarthy, which makes one's heart tighten.

"Wake you up?" He smiled apologetically at her.

After three seconds of silence, the two of them said in unison, "I can't sleep."

So they looked at each other and smiled.

"Today is Mother's Hundred Days Festival."

"The day she left was the same as today. It rained heavily, and it kept falling. It seemed like... a hole had been stabbed in the sky."

It was your own heart that was stabbed in the hole, Qiao Mu thought to himself.

Duanyue raised her hand gently, brushed her sleeves across the round table in the pavilion, and stroked her fingers slowly on the cold tabletop.

"Actually, I've always known that."

"She's just an ordinary person. One day, she'll be one step ahead of me."

"Life is like this. From the day you are born, you will always experience loss, loss, loss, and loss, until there is nothing left for you to lose."

"However, with so many obsessions, I always think in my heart, if that day, if I arrive a moment earlier, will I be able to save everything."

"However……"

"We don't have an if."

Little Facial Paralysis stood behind him and listened silently, his little hands clenched slightly involuntarily.

Who is not obsessed?

Everyone has it, it depends on how you deal with it.

"As long as there is a silver lining, no one wants to be alone."