string sound dream lovesickness

The long night is long, and the drizzle soaks the bluestone slabs. Who is calling, whispering in my ears?The end of the world can't be seen through the railing. Once the grass is fragrant, the lights are dim.

——Mo Qingxian

The Dongfeng car staggered on the muddy road of Dianpo, and every time it drove past, it would throw up yellow sand behind it.The rear compartment, which was originally used to load goods, was now full of people.Most of the clothes are shabby, with scattered patches, and there are several older children like Meng Yuannian and the others.They leaned against each other and leaned against the person beside them, racing against time to make up for the lack of sleep for a long time.

Meng Yuannian also fell asleep leaning on Mo Qingxian's shoulder exhaustedly, his eyelashes trembling and curling slightly on his face, casting a light gray shadow.He wiped some dust on his face, which made his fair skin look a bit dirty, but at least it concealed his attractive and beautiful face.

Mo Qingxian leaned against the side of the carriage, the mixed smell made him feel uncomfortable.The wind in the middle of the night was a bit cold, he shrank his neck and hugged Meng Yuannian tightly, carefully watching his sleeping face.His facial features were still immature, his brows were huddled together amidst the rumble of the truck, and the hair that hadn't been trimmed for a long time almost covered half of his face.

Mo Qingxian stretched out his hand to gently stroke Meng Yuannian's hairline, and brushed the strands of hair behind his ears. With sharp eyes, he found a small black mole at the end of Meng Yuannian's eyes.It is growing on the eye lines, and every time I open my eyes, it is just covered by the fine lines, no wonder I didn't notice it on weekdays.

He held Meng Yuannian's hand in his palm, and carefully traced the calluses and cracked lines that had dried up on it. He recalled the touch of his hands two months ago.So smooth and soft, it's not what it looks like now.He gently brought his lips together and pressed a soft kiss.He secretly swore in his heart that if he could go back alive, he would make those who tortured them pay the price. He would let Meng Yuannian have the best everything in the world.

I don't know how long the car has been driving. Mo Qingxian and Meng Yuannian drink some water and eat some steamed buns when they wake up. After eating, they rely on each other to sleep. But the long journey also made them feel overwhelmed.At least the two of them were the only ones in the back car when they were caught, and they could still lie down, but now they can only maintain one movement, and they are really exhausted.

"Cheer up, everyone. We will be able to arrive in Shijiazhuang before sunset. We will start working in the evening when we are all well-fed. Hurry up when it is time to eat and drink."

A man in his thirties poked his head out of the glass window behind his seat and shouted at a large car of people. Mo Qingxian and Meng Yuannian straightened up when they heard that they were about to reach their destination. Got some energy back.The closer you get to your goal, the more impatient you become, and you can no longer sit still.

Most people stood up and supported the railing of the carriage, looking around, and there were only a few voices of conversation.Seeing the smoke rising not far away, Mo Qingxian really wished he could fly over immediately.

The car stopped for a while before entering the city, let everyone get off the car to rest and solve the next personal problem.Mo Qingxian put the bag behind his back, sat on the ground and waited for Meng Yuannian, and saw a few people walking towards him from a distance.

He felt an ominous feeling in the bristling hairs, so he quickly stood up and walked towards Meng Yuannian.Before he had gone far, he was dragged into the depths of a bush by one hand. He was terrified and wanted to break free, but a familiar voice came from above his head at the right time: "It's me, don't talk, just lie down and walk along here. Run over there."

Mo Qingxian didn't care about asking anything, and ran forward desperately, running too fast and falling countless times along the way.The fear in his heart overcame the insignificant pain. He looked back and saw that Meng Yuannian hadn't followed up. He was a little afraid and wanted to go back to him, but he remembered Meng Yuannian's words and he didn't stop after all.

Meng Yuannian took a wooden stick and swept it around on the ground to try to erase his whereabouts, and then ran quickly in the opposite direction to Mo Qingxian, deliberately leaving heavy footprints, thinking only that they should not find Mo Qingxian .He has been practicing martial arts with his father since he was a child. Although he didn't learn much essence at a young age, he still has the confidence to deal with three or two people under the condition that his physical condition is barely passed.Even if they can't escape him, it won't make them feel better.

Meng Yuannian was running wildly in a desperate mood. He recognized those people from a long distance before. The world is so big, logically speaking, he might not recognize all the people who arrested him.But now it was obvious that the heavens were pitying him, and the only people he met were the few people he knew.On that night, he watched him with his own eyes, broke into the door, with greedy desire on his hideous face.All the usual groveling attitudes turned into that villain with all his teeth and claws.

Meng Yuannian almost pinched the blood out of his palms before resisting the urge to rush up and do his best.His life is not his own, but his father bought it for him with his body.He wants to live, he wants to live to take back everything that belongs to his father, he must live!

"Hurry up, that kid can't run far. It's no wonder that I've been guarding this poor place for two months, and now I'm rich."

The voice behind him was getting closer, and Meng Yuannian looked around, only a few dilapidated mud houses.He ran into one of them, found a wooden stick that was as thick as an arm and as long as half a man, and rolled it onto the beam in his hand.There is no big cover, it seems that we can only fight hard. I hope that Ah Qing can return to Beijing safely by himself.It's a pity that he still hopes so much to go back to Beijing with him, go to school together and grow up together...

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