A tree of holly is floating

Chen Changle didn't know how he fell asleep. He just felt that someone kept calling his name. Maybe he was drowsy after being drenched in the rain all night. Finally, he opened his eyes and saw the picture of Fu Sheng. With a wet face, he immediately became seven or eight points awake.

Wiping the water off his face, he staggered to his feet and shouted immediately: "What are you doing running back! Didn't you let Yu Nian look at you?!" Follow around! Don't you know how to stop her?!"

After finally finding Chen Changle in the corner, seeing him curled up in the ashes in the corner, Fusheng almost thought that the person who carried her out of the womb was gone, so he burst into tears of joy.

But what about Aon?Where is Aon?

"Ah Weng? Where's A Weng?" Fu Sheng grabbed Chen Changle's arm, crying. She and Meng Lang had already turned the ashes-filled coffin inside and out several times. Nothing, nothing, three The thatched hut was almost completely burned, except for the charred coffin boards in the yard and the short courtyard wall, there was nothing left.

Even the clay bowl that Aon used to mix paint was smashed by the falling board.

Chen Changle had a splitting headache at the moment, and raised his hand to pinch his forehead, only to find that his left hand had lost all feeling. He turned over the back of his hand and took a look, and saw that the thin and shallow cut had turned black at some point, and his skin was ripped apart.

"Where is Ah Weng? Where is Ah Weng? I can't find Ah Weng!" Fu Sheng tugged at Chen Changle, tears dripping down his ashen-smeared face.

Chen Changle waved away the hand held by Fusheng, turned sideways slowly, pulled down the cuff of his left hand, and covered the wound on the back of his hand, then turned around again, and said to Fusheng: " How did you run back?"

"Where is A Weng?" Fu Sheng stepped forward, grabbed Chen Changle again and asked, she was eager to know about A Weng's safety, but she turned over the entire coffin, but there was still nothing.

Chen Changle shook his head helplessly, he really couldn't express the horrible look of the old man.

Helpless, insignificant, desperate, Fusheng sat paralyzed in a messy yard and cried loudly. Her Ah Weng, who loved her and loved her since childhood, where is it?

It was A Weng who taught her to read and write, A Weng who did laundry and cooking for her, covered her with a quilt at night to fight mosquitoes, was A Weng who took her to the doctor when she got sick and had a fever, and coaxed her to take medicine obediently before feeding her. The one who stuffed a candied date in his mouth was also Ah Weng, how could he just not find it?How could it be so hard to find? !

Meng Lang was at a loss for a moment, how could he persuade him?She was in a state of desperation, but Chen Changle gave her a look and called her aside.

Seeing Chen Changle slowly raising his sleeves, Meng Lang almost cried out, covered his mouth immediately, and asked in a low voice after a while, "Is there a solution?"

Chen Changle shook his head, glanced at Fu Sheng who was kneeling on the ground crying, and then said, "I want to ask you to do me a favor."

Meng Lang frowned, and nodded heavily at Chen Changle.

Chen Changle walked up to Fusheng, grabbed her arm with one hand and lifted her up, took the handkerchief Meng Lang handed over, wiped her face, and said with a smile: "Hey, don't cry, don't cry if your face is stained." It looks good."

"But the coffin shop is gone, and neither is Ah Weng..." Before he could finish his Fusheng words, Meng Lang slapped him on the neck, and Chen Changle grabbed the limp person into his arms.

It's been a long time since he hugged this little girl. Back then, she was still so small, so small, a bloody and soft ball, held in his arms, staring at her big eyes, neither crying nor fussing.

She is easy to feed, rice soup, yam paste, rotten vegetable porridge, everything, and can play alone all day even if thrown in the mud.Later, when he got older, he often went to the mountains alone to catch all kinds of snakes, insects, rats and ants, and sometimes even secretly hid centipedes and spiders in his shoes.

Last time, I almost thought that I would lose her, but I didn't expect that I would go ahead of her after all.

Thinking of this, Chen Changle couldn't help but twitched the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a shallow, slightly disappointed smile. He would never be able to hug her like this again, let alone watch her marry in red and beautify, and give birth to a daughter, Sun Mantang.

Chen Changle sighed, handed the child in his arms to Meng Lang, and said: "Send her safely to Chaohuaxishi, and tell the proprietress that I will entrust Fusheng to her. Also, bring me another message. "

As soon as the proprietress Yu Nian heard that Fusheng was brought back by Meng Lang, she knew that something was wrong, and after Meng Lang brought Chen Changle's words to her, she hurried to Nancheng again without even drinking her saliva.

Yu Nian looked at Fu Sheng, who was pale and deep in sleep, and asked the little girl next to him to guard the door, and sent an old mother to deliver a letter to the Zhao residence.

Xue Lang waited here for most of the night yesterday, and left just before dawn. When he left, he repeatedly asked the proprietress to read it, and to inform him as soon as there was news of Fusheng.

Young Master Lang of the Zhao Mansion still has some thoughts about Fusheng, but it may not be him who pretends to be in Fusheng's heart.Now Chen Changle has entrusted Fusheng to himself, the matter of the future must be considered in the long run.

Looking at Dongqing who was unhurriedly guarding the small stove to cook medicine in front of him, Meng Lang was about to get up in a rage, wishing he could knock him out with a stick and tie him back, so that he could see the bruised and bruised man who was killed by him now The poor man who wants to ruin his family, look at how he still doesn't say those hurtful words!

Meng Lang's tone was very unpleasant: "Oh, someone has asked you to meet at the Storm Pavilion outside the city."

Dongqing didn't raise her head, and Meng Lang said again, "Would you like to go!"

As he said that, he turned around and was about to leave. After walking a few steps, he felt a little unwilling, so he turned around and said, "Did I say that your heart is made of a stone? I have never seen you like this. You look like you are going to die all day long." Who are you pretending to be alive? If you pretended to be Fusheng, and she is not here now, do you need to keep doing this? Does she owe you or should you?! Is it over yet?! Do you know... do you know that she..."

Meng Lang bit his lip, didn't say any more, and repeated the phrase "Whether you like to go or not", then turned his head and left.

Chen Changle only asked her to bring a message, and told her not to say anything else, that was all she could do.Because Chen Changle said that if he really had a floating life in his heart, he would definitely go there.

Chen Changle fell asleep under the hexagonal gazebo in a daze, and when he woke up, a sword was just an inch below his neck.

Glancing at the person in front of him, Chen Changle said with a smile: "Anyway, I'm also half of your father-in-law. If you're like this, what does Fu Sheng think?"

Dongqing didn't say a word, a sword was steady, a gust of cool wind blew over, and the bamboo leaves rustled down.

After calming down, Chen Changle said again: "Are you trying to kill me? But there must be a reason for killing me, right?"

Dongqing said without changing her face: "If you know something you shouldn't know, you will die."

Chen Changle put his hand on the sword and said, "Not only do I know what I shouldn't know, I also know what you shouldn't know! I just don't know if you want to know what you shouldn't know?"

Dongqing said, "Why do you know what you shouldn't know, what I want to know and what I shouldn't know?"

Chen Changle pushed the sword forward, and said with a smile, "Because of three words: curiosity!"

Holly replied, "I didn't!"

Chen Changle said with a smile: "To be honest, kind, and caring! It's wrong for you to point a sword at me like this! After all," he took out a stone full of edges and corners, faintly shining with colorful light, from his bosom. "Is this yours?" he asked.

Holly's head buzzed.

He has carried this stone with him since he was a child, and he disappeared after the night he died in the River of Life. Could it be that that person is really a floating life?

What evil did all this do?

Chen Changle smiled and said, "Do you know why I gave you that cloak too? Because I really know what you want to know, but you have to promise me one thing."

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