"Hehe" Murong Haoran smiled, "It's not necessary to go to the soup and go to the fire, it's more in line with my heart." ”

Long Zhanyan was stunned and looked at her blankly, as if he was considering this suggestion.

Murong Haoran patted her shoulder and said, "Don't think about it, I'm just talking casually, you go back and have a good rest, although this incident is very sad, but time can dilute everything." ”

She looked at it with a smile, "I hope that the next time I see you, it will be the same laughing and noisy Long Zhanyan again." ”

Long Zhanyan was silent, glanced at her again, and finally turned around and arched his hand: "There will be a period later." ”

After separating from Murong Haoran, Long Zhanyan walked alone on the way back to Zixia Valley, his expression gloomy.

This canyon was already very remote, and after walking for a while, she was the only one on the road.

She kept her head down and moved slowly forward with heavy steps.

It's so quiet, Long Zhanyan's footsteps paused slightly, looked up at the sky, looked around again, and realized for the first time that it was so empty.

For the first time, I realized that I was so lonely alone.

Long Zhanyan, a person with heavy steps, continued to move forward, invisibly paying attention to the surrounding environment, and the person became a lot sluggish.

Uncle Yang came sweating profusely, he looked very anxious, and he didn't notice Long Zhanyan's emotions at all.

He took a few breaths, his face was covered with sweat, stepped forward and pressed Long Zhanyan's shoulder, and said eagerly: "It's not good, it's not good, Zhanyan, it's not good." ”

Long Zhan looked up expressionlessly and looked at Uncle Yang quietly.

"There has been a serious collapse in the snowy mountain, and the valley lord, his wife, and Long Zhanya have been crushed under the snowy mountain, and there is no news at all!"

Long Zhanyan suddenly realized, her eyes widened, and her lips trembled all the time.

Uncle Yang's eyes were red, and his voice trembled: "I have searched several times, but I can't find anything, and it is very likely that he has been killed." ”

Long Zhanyan's lips trembled, his legs were weak, his eyes were dark, he shook a few times, and fainted to the ground.

It took Uncle Yang a long time to wake her up.

Long Zhanyan opened his eyes weakly, grabbed the placket of his chest tightly, opened his mouth, and said in a hoarse voice: "How long has it been?" ”

"It's been three days."

Long Zhanyan's body shook, she pushed away Uncle Yang's support, then closed her eyes and took a deep breath: "I'll go and see, I'll get them back." ”

"Zhanyan, now that the snow-capped mountains are in danger, there is a danger of avalanches at any time, so you better stay in the valley first." Uncle Jia only now realized that Long Zhanyan had become so haggard.

"We'll do our best to find it, okay, you go back to the valley quickly, I still need to deploy men." Before he had time to ask, Uncle Yang ran into the distance again.

The sky was covered with dark clouds, dripping sparse light raindrops one after another, and gradually the rain became heavier and heavier, and the thunder shook and a huge curtain of water hung on the entire sky.

Long Zhanyan, standing in place in a daze, had no intention of sheltering from the rain at all, his black hair was attached to his face, his thin clothes were cold on his skin, his slender eyelashes were covered with rain, and the transparent rain swept through his tears, ran in front of him, and finally dripped down his chin.

Long Zhanyan's consciousness began to be unclear, and she walked in the direction in front of her step by step.

Staggering, staggering.

She didn't know how far she had walked, and accidentally fell on the muddy ground with a snap, her clothes and face covered with mud.

Long Zhanyan closed her eyes in despair, letting the huge raindrops fall on her face.

She lay on her stomach in the muddy water, not moving.

Time passes very slowly, very slowly.

A pale green umbrella suddenly appeared above Long Zhanyan's body.

Murong Haoran's voice was as cold as water, "You can't die in the rain." ”

“………… I didn't say I was going to die. ”

"But your expression now is like wanting to die."

Murong Haoran looked down condescendingly and shouted, "Long Zhanyan, do you want me to help you up or do you stand up by yourself?" ”

“………… Stand up, where are you going? ”

"Live."

Murong Haoran's eyes were bright, and he pulled Long Zhanyan up and let her fall on his shoulder.

Long Zhanyan's eyelashes trembled in the heavy rain.

Murong Haoran brushed away the wet hair stuck to her face, stared at her gently, and said, "You can hide from me." Long Zhanyan, in this world, there is no hurdle that cannot be passed. ”

Long Zhanyan looked at her quietly, for a long, long time, the rain ran down her chin, and she finally cried, the heart-rending cry and the sound of the rain were mixed together.

In just a few days, Long Zhanyan lost her parents, eldest brother, Jiang Fengxiang, and her favorite Liu Ruyu.

On this day, in the heavy rain, this girl who only had a flower season cried so much that her liver and intestines were broken.

……………………

A month later, the sky was cloudless and the sun was shining.

By the pond in Murong Villa, two little maids in light yellow clothes were talking in a low voice: "Miss Long's health is getting better day by day, so when will she marry Er Shao?" One of them wondered: "Obviously, they have such a good relationship with each other, they are destined to be together in the world, why can't they settle down?" ”

"How can we possibly figure out what those two are thinking?" The other replied: "Er Shao is really infatuated with the dragon girl, I have never seen him so good to any woman, and before meeting the dragon girl, the second young man has never had any entanglement with a woman, a good man like him is simply hard to find in the world, oops, if only I could meet him." ”

"Dream, only the dragon girl is worthy of the second young Murong Girl, to be honest, I have never seen such a beautiful woman as the dragon girl, the first time I saw her, I was almost stunned."

"yes!" The other immediately agreed.

"What are you talking about?" A crisp female voice interrupted, and they exchanged ears.

Hearing this, the two maids were startled, hurriedly stood up and saluted, and said, "Hello Miss Long." The person who came was Long Zhanyan, she looked at them with a smile and said, "Do you know where Murong Er Shao is now?" ”

"The slave maid hasn't seen the second young master today." The two men hurriedly shook their heads.

Suddenly, a melodious flute sound floated in the bamboo forest of Murong family, and everyone who heard it was fascinated.

Long Zhanyan was stunned for a moment, smiled slightly, and then said to the two maids: "You guys are busy with your own business, I already know where she is." ”

She turned around and walked slowly into the bamboo forest in the courtyard, approaching the sound, and sure enough, she saw Murong Haoran standing under a bamboo, lowering his eyes and playing the flute.

Long Zhanyan stood there quietly, listening attentively. After a while, the flute stopped, applause played, and she said intoxicatedly: "Okay, Haoran, no matter how many times you hear your flute, it will fascinate me." ”