The West Wind is a song that leaves people mourning

Chapter 129 Strange Dream
There was a mist in front of Murong Qian's eyes. The world she was in at the moment had nothing but fog.

There is no day and night, no hunger, cold or warm, her only feeling is brought to her by the heart full of holes in her chest.

But she didn't know why her heart hurt so much.

Because her mind was as chaotic as the world in front of her eyes, she didn't know her own name, why she came here, and where she was going.

In addition, when she raised her eyes, she couldn't see most of her own body, not to mention the distance, let alone the road under her feet.

If you don't see the way, you don't know how to go.

But even in such a situation, there is still an unknown force invisibly, which makes her walk continuously despite the pain in her heart even though her legs and feet are numb and she doesn't know where she is going.

Whenever she wanted to give up, there would be cat meowing in the mist.

She couldn't distinguish the purpose of the meow, whether it was to help her get out of the fog, or to trap her in the fog forever.

However, she followed the meowing sound like a ghost, and kept walking forward.

In this cycle, after walking for an unknown amount of time, the thick fog in front of her eyes gradually dissipated.

Dispersed together, and the fog in her mind.

She finally remembered who she was and why her heart ached.

I just don't know why she is in a wilderness where not a single blade of grass grows.

She wanted to find the answer, so she saw a group of orange shadows in the fog that hadn't dissipated, walking towards herself with a tall black shadow.

When she recognized the black shadow that was getting closer, did she know where she was?

Nightmare!

Even though the gradually clear handsome face in front of her eyes had a joy she had never seen before, it was a nightmare.

It was he who had chased her into her dream to announce his victory.

He had won, but she had suffered a crushing defeat.

Even if she has wealth and plans, she can't go against the sky in the end.

But now these constraints are no longer important to her, because the person she guarded since childhood is about to die.

So even if there was no hope, she still wanted to beg him to give them a break.

The smile on his face disappeared, and he grabbed her like an out-of-control ghost and asked, "Who are the 'men'?"

Tears fell down, and even my cheeks were sore.

She choked up and cried, "Let go of big brother..." Let go of yourself too.

But the last word, she couldn't say it, and she woke up shaking.

But the nightmare didn't end. When she opened her eyes, Gu Yunlan, whose eyes were tearing apart, grabbed her like a ghost and questioned her hysterically.

"Murong Qian... how could you... how could you?"

She was too weak to fight back, but he wasn't much better either.

Lao Zhang, who was busy in the kitchen, didn't know why there was such a movement in the room, and ran in with the celery that was picking leaves.

Gu Yunlan couldn't even stand still, so he wobbled and pushed Lao Zhang out of the door, and put the latch on.

He didn't have the strength to come back, and slid to the ground with his back against the door.

He inserted his slender white knuckles into his short black hair, and seemed to be crying too, his voice was hoarse, "How can you?"

Ah Xiang who was guarding in the courtyard was not Lao Zhang, who would take into account Gu Yunlan's temper and body. She heard the movement in the house and couldn't open the door, so she found a stone and smashed the glass.

When she saw the weak Murong Qian sitting on the bed, she was so angry that she was going crazy, "Miss, why did you become like this, miss, did he abuse you, miss, why don't you shout!"

While crying and shouting, she got in through the window, rushed to the bed, and supported the crumbling person.

Murong Qian was ill for a few days, her body was really weak, she leaned against Ah Xiang's shoulder, she couldn't even hear her voice, she said, "Take me away."

Ah Xiang didn't hear clearly, but seeing Murong Qian's eyes and slightly raised hands were facing out of the window, she cried and nodded, "I'll take Miss away, I'll take Miss away right away."

Gu Yunlan struggled to think of stopping it, but the vent just now exhausted all his strength.

Lao Zhang didn't dare to break the door rashly, and when he heard the movement, he also went around to the window and crawled in, yelling, he rushed to Gu Yunlan's side, "I knew that you wouldn't give up if you didn't kill yourself, what are you trying to do? !"

At this moment, Gu Yunlan couldn't even raise his eyes, he just closed his eyes, coughing and panting, "She is leaving, and I will let there be no Murong Mansion in this world."

Ah Xiang supported Murong Qian, but she couldn't walk through the window, she was walking in front of them, when she heard this, she kicked her out, "Then I will let this world be without you."

Lao Zhang, who was squatting on the ground, raised his hand to catch it, afraid of hurting Murong Qian, he couldn't lift his legs away, so he could only catch it firmly, and shouted, "This kid has a knife mouth and a bean curd heart, don't take it seriously! "

Ah Xiang didn't care what Gu Yunlan had in mind, she only knew that if she bullied her young lady, she would bully her back.

This time she has the advantage of standing, and it is much easier for her to exert force than the old Zhang who is squatting and raising his hands, so she is not willing to hold her feet easily, just hug Murong Qian tightly, and keep exerting force on her feet, so that she must make Gu Yunlan look good look.

Gu Yunlan leaned against the door for a long time, seemed to have finally gathered enough strength, smiled lightly and opened his eyes.

"Murong Qian, just accept your fate! Even if you die, you can only be my ghost. In this life, you are destined not to love him. How can you love him..."

Xu Shi asked too hard later, before he could finish speaking, he raised his chest, then he spit out a mouthful of blood, and then passed out completely.

When Murong Ting and his party arrived at Changxin Road, the gate of the courtyard was open, and the gate of the house was also open, which can be said to be unimpeded.

He didn't know what happened, so he rushed directly to the room with his heart hanging.

He first saw the bloodstains at the door, then Ah Xiang's trembling back, and then Murong Qian lying on the bed like a paper man, with a pretty dry face and rashes.

At this moment, his heart was colder than the cold wind that poured in through the broken glass window, it was so cold that his limbs were all boneless, and he couldn't move for a moment.

Murong Qian raised her eyes to look at him, her clear and bright eyes were like a calm lake under the sun without any waves, accompanied by the corners of her slightly raised lips, it was so peaceful and beautiful.

It seemed that she was not sick or injured at this moment, and this was just an ordinary meeting between the two.

Feeling happy, but not sad, she said with a slight smile, "It seems that I'm scared of my elder brother."

More than being scared, Murong Ting's heart was being pulled by thousands of unknown objects, the pain was beyond words, Murong Qian's pretended relaxed smile made his eyes ache even more.

He strode to the bed, bent over to lift the quilt, and hugged Murong Qian sideways.

The person in his arms was as light as a feather, which made his heart tighten even more.

His eye sockets were already red, and his voice trembled, "I'll take you home."

Under the plain words and deeds, there is a monstrous anger that is far more turbulent than the waves of the deep sea.

(End of this chapter)