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Chapter 620 Returning to Hong Kong (3)

Obviously they waited all night, but when Wanyan really came, Jing Shijialan made a strange mistake, and would just coldly throw that rude greeting.

After throwing away, there was no sound outside the tent for a long time.

That piece of silence was like a reed, sweeping back and forth in Jing Shijialan's heart, making it difficult for him to sit still and restless.

Is she gone...

Jing Shijialan moved to the edge of the curtain step by step, secretly hating himself for not living up to expectations.

She has already chosen Zhong Huaisheng, but you still want to see her back one more time, it's really pitiful.

However, no matter how much Jing Shijialan hated and satirized himself, he still hesitated for a moment, then slightly passed through the crack of the curtain with his fingertips, and lightly lifted the curtain with his bare hands.

The curtain was raised, and it was Wanyan who was looking straight into his eyes.

The four eyes met suddenly, and the four eyes were slightly startled.

Through two layers of veil, they can clearly see each other.

At that moment, Wanyan was in a trance, but her eyes couldn't be controlled, and there was a smile.

Could it be that I don't know why I want to see the adults, but the adults also don't know why?

"Sir, I..."

Wanyan came to her senses and was about to speak, but she saw that Jing Shijialan had already withdrawn her hand decisively, and the curtain fell again, hiding Jing Shijialan's figure, and then there was a sound of footsteps getting farther and farther away.

Wanyan's words were interrupted, but her body couldn't help but take a step forward, gently holding the curtain with her fingers.

"My lord." Wanyan, who was met with cold reception again, hesitated for a moment, but mustered up her courage, and asked loudly inside: "May I know, who are you?"

After all, Wanyan was afraid of offending the person in the tent, so she immediately changed to a more gentle way of asking.

"Or if it's not convenient for you to say, can you give me a little information about you?
A little bit will do, it doesn't matter! "

Even if it is just a little information, I can find you along the clues like grabbing a reed.

It's better than we say goodbye. Except for my memories, there is no trace of you in my world.

It's as if you've never been here.

Facing Wanyan's earnest inquiry, the tent fell into deep silence.

Every minute and every second was a torment for Wanyan, and after half a quarter of an hour, there was a sound from the tent.

"I come from everywhere, go everywhere, walk alone, alone, but a leaf in the vast sea of ​​people, a grain of dust on a sandbank in the world, what do you want to hear?"

The voice is cold, but it clearly hides the stormy sea.

And Wanyan outside the curtain, from the regret at the beginning, halfway through hearing it, she suddenly opened her mouth wide and opened her mouth slightly.

how come……

Wanyan covered her heart with one hand, suppressing the heart that was about to jump out.

How come this passage is so familiar!
After listening to the first half of the sentence, Wanyan was so familiar with it, she immediately followed up with the second half in her mind.

Wanyan was so familiar that she couldn't see the person in the curtain, but she could clearly outline his expression when he spoke in her heart.

However, in Wanyan's memory, no trace of these words can be found no matter what.

Familiarity and unfamiliarity collided wildly in Wanyan's mind, but Jing Shijialan's voice sounded again.

"Since I don't have anything to ask, and Master Xuan has to hurry, it's better to leave earlier, so I won't see you off."

You are welcome.

drive me away...

Wanyan grabbed the curtain, but after all she didn't have the courage to ask further, or to break in.

"Okay." Wanyan struggled in her heart for a moment, but still responded in a deep voice, and said in a low voice:

"The subordinate will take his leave and bid farewell to your lord."

Wanyan's heart was flustered, she could only put down this blunt sentence, and couldn't say any other words of blessing.

In exchange for a chance encounter, the price is that the stems of the duckweed will be cut off, the water will flow and the flowers will fade, and everything will return to the past.

The tranquility of the morning was returned again, but Jing Shijialan's heart was also in chaos, so chaotic that he couldn't sit still.

This time, she really left.

Jing Shijialan thought so in his heart, but clearly still had some faint anticipation and hope, and walked lightly to the curtain again.

"Wow-"

Jing Shijialan gently lifted the curtain.

This time, there was nothing outside the tent, without that smiling face and those eyes.

For a moment, Jing Shijialan didn't know whether it was more relief or more disappointment in Jing Shijialan's heart.

Fortunately, from a distance, I can still see Wanyan running away, her back getting more and more blurred in the morning mist.

A few months ago, you were the same, asking who I am.

Xuan Wanyan, did I hide too much, or did you forget too much?

. . .

On the fast horse carriage.

Rong Jin kept looking sideways at the shaky scenery outside the window, deliberately leaving more space for Wanyan.

But Wanyan's depression finally reached the point where Rong Jin couldn't turn a blind eye.

"Yingying, what's wrong with you? When you came out of Huku, you looked like you were out of your clothes."

Rong Jin turned his head to look at Wanyan, his expression and voice were both gentle and gentle.

"Is it because the person who wanted to say goodbye didn't see it?"

Wanyan came back to her senses, pulled herself together, and showed a smile, not wanting Rong Jin to worry about herself.

"I saw it." Wanyan blurted out, then twitched the corner of her mouth slightly, and then corrected: "Ah... I saw it."

At a glance, it can be regarded as seeing it.

"It's good if you see it." Rong Jin said with a smile, but his brows were tightened, he couldn't figure out what kind of trick Jing Shijialan played to make Wanyan follow him, making him feel uneasy.

But no matter how worried and disturbed Rong Jin was, he still didn't say a word to Wanyan, and he didn't want to talk about Wanyan's private affairs.

Fortunately, Wanyan raised her head suddenly, and asked herself: "By the way, Sheng Lang, do you still remember that I have something, I have been looking for its owner, but I have no idea?"

About Wanyan, Rong Jin didn't even need to think about it, and blurted out: "I remember, it's a bone knife."

"Yeah, that's right, that's right!" Wanyan took out a forearm-long bone knife from her bosom, and gently stroked it in her palm.

"When I woke up from Fenglin Island, I had this bone knife in my arms.

But I can't remember where I got this bone knife anyway, and I don't even have the memory of picking it up.

And this heel bone is the third rib on the left, protecting the heart bone, and is one of the most important bones in the human body.

So this bone knife must be very important to its owner, so I have been looking for its owner. "

"Yeah, baby, you did the right thing." Rong Jin replied with a slight nod.

Wanyan looked down at the already smooth bone knife, and stroked it with her fingertips.

"Now... I seem to have found its owner."

Wanyan used her thumb and forefinger as a ruler to measure the bone knife, but what she thought of was yesterday's scene.

Jing Shijialan pinched her neck, imprisoning her between himself and the ground.

When Wanyan was struggling, her elbow accidentally poked Jing Shijialan's ribs.

(End of this chapter)