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Chapter 544 Rong Jin's Nightmare

"Aww" "Aww", the sound of grandparents and grandchildren swallowing glutinous rice together.

"As long as Grandpa and Yan'er like to eat."

Rong Jin looked at Wanyan and Pei Lao, the smiles in the corners of his eyes couldn't be melted away, and his hands were not idle, holding Wanyan's hair strand by strand, as if he was holding precious silk and satin.

In the past, Wanyan hated combing her hair the most, every time she would be furious like a jumping hedgehog, and threatened many times that she would cut off her hair.

However, in Rong Jin's hands, Wanyan's black hair has a soul, it seems that just flipping it a few times easily, the extremely delicate bun appeared out of thin air.

"Sheng Lang really has an exquisite heart, he can do everything so well."

Wanyan sighed while eating.

"The third bowl is Baby Baby. If you eat it again, you won't be able to digest it. If you like it, I will make it for you tomorrow, and I will make it for you every day until you get tired of it."

Rong Jin's voice came from Wanyan, gentler than the spring breeze.

"But it's so delicious, I won't get tired of it at all." Wanyan didn't swallow a mouthful, her voice was vague, and she didn't want to put down the bowl.

"Then I'll do it for you for the rest of my life." Rong Jin chuckled.

Under the jacaranda, the charming and bright girl leaned on the back of the chair, holding a bowl and eating sweetly. Behind her, the young man in white, who was full of Fanglan, had warm eyes and mouth, focused and happy eyes, as if he was doing something very important. And enjoy things in general.

Between the delicate jade fingers and the dark blue silk, there is a light but inextricable entanglement, which can never be merged, but it is also difficult to separate.

The hands are covered with blue silk, and the heart is full of love.

This scene is touching enough to make even Shitou yearn for feelings.

There is no exquisite heart in the world...

Rong Jin smiled inwardly.

It's just that you know all your preferences thoroughly, and combine them to make a tailor-made dish for you; it's just that the rice is hard to swallow, but you cook glutinous rice over and over again by the stove until it's hard to adjust. Everyone praised her; but she just braided and disassembled the black hair model that was trimmed exactly like hers, and made the best bun for you according to your face shape, until it was hard to bend your fingers.

She thought these little things were just his talents, but she didn't realize that every day, every moment, every second when she came back to him, he was preparing for this day.

Even other people can see that he has put all his heart and soul into her, with every kind of affection, but they don't know that what the naked eye can see is not as deep as his affection.

. . .

It was a deep sea, but also like a surging river.

He fell deeper and deeper, deeper and darker, darker and colder.

He sinks and sinks, the ocean seems to have no end, just like the despair in his heart.

Perhaps people in the world think that people immersed in darkness will gradually get used to and accept darkness.

Little do they know that only those who are born in darkness and experience darkness know how terrifying and heart-piercing darkness really is.

Only then will every drop of blood and every inch of bone in the body be deeply afraid of darkness.

And people born in the light can never imagine what darkness is, they are just afraid of an imaginary hell.

Yet no matter how frightened he was, he never struggled.

Struggling is useless, it will only sink faster, he already knew that.

But in his heart, he was still calling for help over and over again, holding on to that sliver of hope and refusing to let go.

The more you want to die, the lighter your life will be, even if you give him a straw, he can grab it and go ashore
But there are so few people in this world who are willing to give a straw to the drowned.

save me... save me... save me...

It was really dark and cold.

He sinks and sinks, begs and begs, sinks and sinks, endlessly.

In the corner of his eyes, there is another drop for Wang Yang to devour himself.

However, at this moment, in the midst of thousands of miles of wildness, there was a touch of tenderness in the corners of his eyes.

After that, a straw appeared out of thin air in his palm, he didn't even care about where the straw came from, he immediately pulled the straw, trying to get away from this torrent of despair with all the possibilities of his remaining body.

So he actually left and woke up too.

Cold sweat rolled down his back unrestrainedly, making him feel like he was fished out of the river, only then did he realize that he had sat up.

He didn't open his eyes in a hurry, but took several deep breaths silently, and grasped the warmth in his hand even tighter.

He didn't dare to open his eyes, for fear that when he opened them, it would be a damp and dark cave, only four candles weeping silently.

After a while, he finally opened his eyes slowly, and the accumulated tears logically rolled down like a torrent.

In front of him was a worried face with picturesque willow eyebrows and poetic eyes.

In his hand was a small red hand that was pinched slightly red.

"It's okay, Sheng Lang, it's okay."

Wanyan was obviously startled by Rong Jin who suddenly sat up, but the surprise in her eyes was quickly covered by gentleness.

She gently wiped the corners of his eyes with a handkerchief, her heart aching from the piercing eyes.

The outrageously exquisite eyebrows and eyes, but when red covered the fundus and eye sockets, lost all the praiseworthy beauty and warmth, only the panic and despair magnified infinitely because of fear.

There is also pure crystal, and the long eyelashes are wetted by the mist of tears, like a small animal in the rain.

This is a pair of eyes that only children who have been wronged have, and it makes people feel distressed when they see it.

"It's all a nightmare, it's all over, Sheng Lang, don't be afraid, don't be afraid." She patted his bony back one after another, her voice was as soft as comforting a child.

Rong Jin seemed to have not woken up from a nightmare, staring at Wanyan with his hazy eyes.

Those eyes were no longer affectionate, but pious and apprehensive.

It was when I knelt in front of the statue and prayed hard and saw the god appearing, and I was afraid that in the blink of an eye, the god would disappear again.

"Sheng Lang go back to sleep, I'll sit here and play the piano for you."

Wanyan smiled lightly, and said softly: "Even if it's in a dream, you have to remember, as long as you can hear the sound of the piano, that's where I'm with you. Don't be afraid, Sheng Lang."

He looked at her eyebrows, listened to her voice, at this moment, he didn't care what kind of nobleman, restraint or etiquette.

So in the next second, he supported her shoulders and pulled her into his arms, wrapping his arms around her tightly like a prison.

"Save my baby...help me..."

Rong Jin was still saying it over and over again, meowing instinctively like a picked up stray cat.

"Don't worry, Sheng Lang, I'm always here."

Later that night, he slept soundly all night, but the sound of the piano didn't stop all night.

On the roof, a pair of eyes did not move overnight.

Rong Jin woke up from his nightmare, and someone's nightmare has just begun.

. . .

Not long after the genius dawned, Wanyan had already appeared on the streets of Li Town. While looking around excitedly, she was still pushing Rong Jin carefully, for fear that he would be too bumpy.

(End of this chapter)