She suddenly turned around and could no longer sit still.
Luo Jia saw that she looked panicked. For some reason, he was a little uneasy and whispered: "Are you uncomfortable? Why don't we go back to the inn first?"
Fangfei is about to leave.
She didn't want to stay at all.
Almost hurriedly down the second floor stairs from the corner.
In the lobby, there were crowds of people, and people coming and going crowded the surrounding aisles.
When Fangfei was about to go out, she suddenly looked back and saw the group of people who were lofty.
I could no longer hear what they were saying, but only saw Hong'er in the center, raised her finger and didn't know what she was saying to his brothers...
When she went out, she tightly held Luo Jia's hand.
My heart was surging.
A gust of wind blew, carrying the breath of pollen.
A voice was heard in the air very realistically: "Fangfei...Fangfei..."
She suddenly let go of Luo Jia's hand and ran over.
"Fangfei...Fangfei..."
She looked red and panting: "I heard someone calling me...I really heard..."
"Who is calling you?"
"I don't know...but, there is indeed someone calling me...I heard several sounds..."
Luo Jia is a little strange.
Who would call the word "Fangfei" here?
"Really... someone is calling me..."
Look around.
It's dark, so empty.
The weeping willows are romping, but they are no longer the world of a city that never sleeps. They are almost out of the city. The prosperous singing and dancing just now are no longer heard, and the pedestrians on the road have returned home.
The earth is so quiet.
That is not the sound made by anyone, it just comes from the depths of the heart.
"Fangfei, you heard it wrong..."
Luo Jia kept his mouth shut.
His face was pale.
It seemed like someone was hit hard.
That sound!
"Father..."
"Fangfei..."
...
It's like carrying the most painful whine of life.
When we reach the end of our lives, we let out the last scream.
Fangfei leaned against a big tree and almost collapsed.
I didn't dare to say that name.
Hiro!
It's Hong!!
Is he dead?
According to legend, only the voice of a person who is dying will be thousands of miles away and reach the ears of his dearest person...