Mai Mai, who was only in a light sleep, woke up immediately when he heard the sound of coughing. Looking out the window, the shadows of the trees were shaking violently, accompanied by the howling wind.
Is it going to rain?
When he was a child, Tintin was most afraid of thunder. Every time there was thunder, he would shrink into his mother's arms and tremble all over. When asked why he was afraid, he would say that it was monsters from the sky coming down to eat him.
Mom and Dad always hugged him and patiently explained that it was not a monster, but thunder...
At that time, she was so jealous.
Is Qing'er also afraid of thunder?
Qing'er, has he been wronged in the hands of that devil? She really wants to save him, but she can't, she doesn't have enough ability to protect him! If Qing'er is with her, she will only jump out of a dangerous situation.
, and jumped into another one.
After tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep, Mai Mai simply sat up, got out of bed and put on a shirt.
When he opened the door, his whole body was immediately penetrated by the cool breeze. He shrunk his clothes and headed towards the fragrance that was blown away by the wind.
When she saw the tall white figure in the garden, she paused slightly. His weak body trembled slightly, but he still stood still. The wind seemed to become more violent, ruffling his hair and blowing the clothes on his body.
White shirt. The lilies of the valley around him were swaying violently back and forth in the wind, and their petals were scattered all over the ground.
Mai Mai tightened his clothes and walked over step by step, "King Wang, it's windy here, you'd better go back."
"What is supposed to come will come sooner or later, they know..." The indifferent eyes, looking at the fragile flower body, flashed a trace of desolation, too fast for people to catch it.
Seeing his eyes, Mai Mai's heart trembled and she couldn't bear it. For him, what could be more cruel than knowing his own end?
"But, they will continue to bloom next year." Mai Mai raised a warm smile, trying to drive away this sadness.
He turned his head slightly and looked into her clear and smiling eyes, which were full of hope of living, "Next year..." What will happen in the next year? I'm afraid things have already changed.
"Next year, they will no longer be the souls of this year." The indifferent expression showed relief.
The ethereal murmur, as the petals fly, I don’t know where it will be carried by the wind.
When he passed by her, Mai Mai actually felt a sense of loneliness. This feeling had been with her for five years, like a shadow. Looking at his floating figure, her heart was tightened. She understood that losing the belief in survival was a
What a sad thing.
A bolt of lightning flashed across the sky in the distance, lighting up most of the night sky.
"Boom!" Thunder suddenly sounded, accompanied by raindrops.
Mai Mai stared blankly at the lilies of the valley in the garden. They were frail and helpless, with their waists hanging low, vaguely containing the sorrow of fate, quietly waiting for the arrival of death.
What flashed before my eyes was his eyes, relieved, indifferent, and impatient...
"Wow!" The raindrops suddenly fell, forming a line and falling mercilessly.
Wan Qilong lay on the couch, listening to the sound of rain, and closed his eyes slightly.
"King Wang," Xiao Yu hesitated before speaking. His face struggled a few times. He glanced out the window and finally summoned up the courage to say, "Miss Lan is still in the garden."
He raised his eyes slightly and looked beyond the window to the garden. The place was already filled with moisture. Suddenly, he seemed to be able to see a clear color. There was doubt in his eyes. He slowly stood up and walked out of the house. Xiao Yu quickly grabbed his clothes.
, draped over the master.
Standing on the promenade, watching the slender man in the garden busy, his waveless eyes gradually moved across the ripples, one after another, endlessly.
Mai Mai was soaked from head to toe, and the rain dripped down her face, blocking her sight. She just wiped her face and continued with the work in hand.
There was a pile of paper umbrellas next to her, and Mai Mai propped them up among the lilies of the valley. Only when the flowers all around were surrounded by the paper umbrellas did she breathe a sigh of relief and smile with satisfaction.
Her smile drove away the chill in the rain; her smile brought hope to Suzuran.
Mai Mai shuddered, and when she turned around, she caught a white afterimage that disappeared so quickly that she mistakenly thought it was her imagination.