My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker Chapter 5: Seven hundred and forty-eighth

  Fan Chen hurriedly smiled and said to Jisie, "Once you are done, don't lie on the wooden board and stop moving. Let's keep up with a flying talisman."

  Kiss was overjoyed on the old Thursday, and she quickly reached out to take the flying charm thrown by Mo Lin, slapped her body quickly, and then flew into the air.

  Originally thought that I would consume my supernatural power to fly, but now I have used flying charms, and I realized that I was lucky in misfortune.

  While blowing in the wind and rain in the sky of Wangchuan, everyone felt sour in their hearts...

  This is too hard!

  ……

  In that compartment, Qiaomu slept until midnight, and was suddenly awakened by a nightmare. He hurriedly sat up, curled his legs around the quilt, and frowned with his delicate eyebrows.

  Inexplicably, only then did I dream of my husband calling for help at sea.

  It must have been thinking day by day and dreaming at night, how could the husband hold her thighs and weep?

  Illusion! definitely.

  Small face paralysis grinned.

  This guy lay down again, tossing around on the bed for a while, only listening to the rustling rain outside the window accompanied by the whirring wind, making it hard for people to calm down.

  Small face sat up paralyzed.

  I can’t sleep anymore...

  "They shouldn’t have been righted by Broken Moon, are they unlucky on the sea?" Xiao Faian said to himself, jumped out of bed, put on brocade shoes, and walked out. .

  The rain is quite heavy outside, and a faint sound of the flute is sent into the wind if there is something like nothing, like weeping as long as a complaint.

  Qiaomu quietly left the door, took out an ink-and-wash mountain painting umbrella from the inner boundary, and followed the sound of the flute all the way forward.

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

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

  The man turned around suddenly, a pair of peach blossom eyes with slightly water vapor, fixed a fixed look at her.

  His clothes are very thin, standing in the wind, there is solitude and tranquility around him, as if he is the only one left in the long space.

  The figure is slender and silky, holding a green bamboo flute tightly in his hand. When looking at the arbor, the black pupils are dark, making people feel tight and tight.

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

   was silent for three seconds, and the two said in unison, "I can't sleep."

   Then he glanced at each other and smiled at each other.

  "Today is the mother's Hundred Days Festival."

  "The day she left was no different today. The rain was torrential, and it kept coming down. It seemed...the sky was stabbed in a hole."

  It's your own heart that got a hole in it, Qiao Mu's heart secretly said.

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

  "Actually, I always knew it."

  "She is just an ordinary person. One day, she will go ahead of me."

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

  "No matter how obsessed, I always think in my heart, if that day, if I arrive a moment early, will I be able to save everything."

  "However..."

  "We have no if."

  Small facial paralysis stood behind him, listening silently, her little hand clenched slightly involuntarily.

  Who is not obsessed?

  Everyone has it, it depends on how you face it.

  "Whenever there is a glimmer of hope, no one wants to be alone."