Dressed as the Fujiao bag of the captain's house

Chapter 482 Yiyi, I miss you so much...

Hundreds of people in the village frantically ran and hugged each other and cried, all of them opened their mouths wide open and laughed in ecstasy.

But Mu Nannan, leaning against the door frame of his own house, couldn't be happier.

"Nanbao, have you seen your fourth uncle?"

The happy Ma Yuehong couldn't find her youngest son:

"I haven't seen him since I got up early in the morning. I don't know where he went."

"Seeing that the rain is getting heavier and heavier, be careful when the rainstorm hits, and he will be separated from the road and can't go home."

Mu Nannan's eyes flickered, and he whispered:

"I didn't see my fourth uncle either, but I guess he will be back soon."

"Grandma, don't worry."

Ma Yuehong muttered a few more words, and then followed Zhang Chunmei and others to find buckets under the eaves to catch the rainwater.

Seeing that she didn't ask any more questions, Mu Nannan breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

The bean-like rainwater hit the dry ground, instantly smearing a wet spot. She raised her head and looked in the direction of the back mountain, with complicated emotions in her eyes.

Under a willow tree thick enough to be hugged by a person in the back mountain, a young man who was soaked all over was raising his hand to gently wipe the rain off his face.

The white shirt he was wearing and the cloth shoes on his feet were all soaked, especially his hair was still dripping with water, which was enough to prove that he had spent a lot of time in the heavy rain.

The hot weather turned wet and cold due to the sudden drop of rain.

The young man's lips were slightly purple, and his face, which was as beautiful as white jade, was also somewhat pale.

"I'm sorry, I agreed yesterday that I will come to see you on time, but I didn't expect that there was a sudden heavy rain on the way, which made the mountain road a bit difficult to walk. I was a few minutes late."

He gently stroked the willow leaves hanging down from the willow tree with his hand wiping away the raindrops:
"The raindrops were too heavy. On the way up the mountain, my back and shoulders were hurt by the raindrops. At that time, I was thinking that the place where you took root was relatively remote, and there were no big trees around you that could shelter you from the rain. I know if you hurt when the raindrops hit you..."

The willow branches of the willow tree moved, and countless drops of water slid from the yellowed willow leaves.

Living in the main body, Liu Yi, who was sleeping in a dormant state, frowned slightly.

The man under the tree is still talking:

"It's a pity that I'm not tall enough, nor strong enough, and I don't have the same ability as you. Now I can't protect you from the wind, nor can I protect you from the rain."

"Yiyi, I suddenly felt that I've been pestering you and chasing you for so long, you should despise me."

"After all, compared to you, a great dryad who has saved countless lives, I am far behind."

His low voice kept coming from his ears, and Liu Yi, who had her eyes closed tightly, moved her eyelashes, as if she was experiencing some kind of struggle.

"Yiyi, I brought you water from the well at home again. Nanbao said that you cultivate by relying on essence, and watering is useless to you, but besides watering you, I can also do watering for you." Not much more."

The voice of the young man gradually lowered:

"Yiyi, today is the 210th day..."

"I haven't spoken to you or met you for 210 days."

With her hands on her knees, Liu Yi's eyelashes fluttered more and more frequently.

She began to say something subconsciously in her mouth, trying to get rid of the voices that disturbed her mind.

But in the next second, her ever-opening lips suddenly closed, and her trembling long eyelashes suddenly opened.

She heard:

"Yi, I miss you so much..."

(End of this chapter)