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Chapter 248 He found his little girl?
The closer you get, the clearer the sound of the flute, and the more difficult it is for Lu Jingchen to calm down.

Because he could hear the melody of the flute.

The melody of dreams.

It easily dragged him into another world.

A unique innocence ditty, clear and steady with a bit of storytelling taste, like a memory, like nostalgia, like sitting and looking up under the bright starry sky, holding your chin, puffing your cheeks, and charmingly telling about eternity I don't want to worry about growing up.

At that moment, Lu Jingchen seemed to be looking up at the same starry sky, and beside him, there was a petite and lovely figure, sitting on the lush grass with his legs bent, holding his little face with his hands blooming like flowers, revealing a pair of glazed eyes. talking eyes.

Lu Jingchen turned his head to look at the innocent little figure, but at the moment when he turned his head, it seemed that time and space connected, and he changed into his childhood appearance.

He didn't see anything, the surroundings were pitch black, he was covered in distress and scars, and there were heavy shackles on his feet, and he could hear the sound of chains dragging along with his steps.

Lu Jingchen lowered his head and raised his hands in a daze. His broken hair shone with black jade luster, reflecting a deep shadow, covering his eyebrows and eyes, making him look extremely gloomy and lonely.

Suddenly, a hand broke through the darkness and stretched out. The tender pink hand grasped his wrist softly but firmly. Before Lu Jingchen could react, he pulled him and ran forward with big strides.

At that moment, the glaring white light shattered the darkness, accompanied by the brisk, melodious and melodious flute sound like the sounds of nature, Lu Jingchen was taken to the vibrant countryside where the grass grows and warblers fly, fields, paths, and the free and unrestrained wind. Blowing over gently, brushed away the broken hair covered by the haze in front of his forehead, revealing his forehead and eyebrows, revealing the old scar on the corner of his forehead.

The little girl who was pulling him to run in front of him looked back brightly, with waxy and provocative white teeth, and a smile that the sun favored on her face. Lu Jingchen seemed to be able to hear the little girl's laughter. , rendering and depicting carefree and carefree.

At this moment, Lu Jingchen wanted to sink forever in the world depicted by the sound of the flute. He looked down at the little hand that was holding him, and was suffocating. Subconsciously, he wanted to grab the little girl's hand, firmly, tightly. Yes, never to be separated again, grasping desperately.

However, at the moment he was about to catch it, the flute sounded like a dream, and he returned to reality.

The sudden disappearance of the little girl caused Lu Jingchen to stagger, staggered a few times with unsteady steps, and half-propped and half-kneeled on the ground.

He didn't get up immediately, but his eyes were red for a moment, and there seemed to be moisture in his eyes.

Nothing can go wrong, nothing can go wrong, it's...

The little girl's flute.

Did he find his little girl?
Lu Jingchen was trembling all over, he got up from the ground, behaved awkwardly, flustered and hastily, the moment he raised his head, his eyes bumped into the bright-eyed figure sitting on the vine swing illuminated by the light.

Yun Xianghuan thought about a certain black-skinned monster, and brought the bamboo flute close to his mouth again. This time, the sound of the flute poured out from his lips was hoarse and mellow, like wine, with a heavy-hearted and depressed taste. Her heart couldn't help but clenched slightly, wanting to soothe the bright sadness in her flute sound gently and softly.

There are morpho butterflies that are as charming as a blue enchantress dancing quietly around her, or resting on her lap, or perching on the vines at hand.

This scene is as beautiful as poetry and song, like a beautiful and unparalleled picture scroll.

Suddenly Yun Xianghuan noticed the sound of deep footsteps approaching behind him.

She paused for a moment, and stopped playing, and her eyes were suddenly brightened, because she knew that the only person who would appear behind her at this time was...

Thinking of a certain big black skin that he was thinking about, Yun Xianghuan couldn't help muttering coquettishly and turning his head in surprise, raising his face slightly, his delicate chin was beautifully curved, with a touch of pure pinkness, "Dre..."

Her voice was clear and joyful, like a jumping lark, but when she turned her head to see the person coming, her voice stopped abruptly, and the smile on her face became indifferent for a moment, and she became expressionless, and turned her brows to frown. Wrinkled again.

Lu Jingchen.

How could it be him?
How dare he come?
Lu Jingchen is here, so what about Yun Jiaojiao's group, are they also nearby?
Yun Xianghuan felt irritable and extremely bored.

She pursed her lips, and clicked her tongue in disgust.

Really haunted.

Lu Jingchen naturally recognized her the moment the girl turned her head.

In fact, Lu Jingchen could recognize her even if she didn't turn her head, because she was still wearing a coffee-colored woven top, and her lower body was a gorgeous skirt decorated with peacock eyes and tail feathers.

Yun Xianghuan.

Yun Xianghuan.

He chanted the name intensely and deeply in his heart.

How could Yun Xianghuan play the unique tune of a little girl?

Lu Jingchen's eyes were red and bloody, and he stared at Yun Xianghuan with incomparable heat, like a wild beast locking its prey.

Yun Xianghuan's clear and profound shadow was reflected in his eyes, and his pupils trembled violently.

Lu Jingchen's breath was also scorching hot to the extreme, and the airflow he exhaled was also trembling.

His mind was turbulent and intense to the extreme.

Is it because the little girl taught her this song?
But the possibility of this is undoubtedly very small. Clover weaving rabbits can be learned, but can the talent of music be learned?
Naturally formed, blowing tunes into tunes, unrestrained, unique style.

Can talent be acquired by learning?

No matter how well you learn, it will be different after all...

But the tune that Yun wanted to play made his soul buzz and tremble, and made his scalp tingle and explode.

Still say, still say...

Lu Jingchen tightly grasped Yun Xianghuan's hand holding the flute, with great strength, like an iron lock, imprisoning Yun Xianghuan's white and slender wrist.

He pulled her closer, and looked at Yun Xianghuan with hotter and sharper eyes, as if he wanted to dissect every minute and every inch of her whole body carefully.

Or the person he was looking for...

Yun Xianghuan is actually...

It seems that there is an answer eager to break out of the ground, and the ink is stained on the paper.

Lu Jingchen looked at Yun Xianghuan's peach blossoms, clear and clear, like pearls and jade, like black eyes filled with billions of stars.

He overlapped the exposed eyes with the eyes of the little girl he had glimpsed, and found that they were so strikingly similar!

Immediately holding Yun Xianghuan's hand trembled uncontrollably.

He looked again at the exposed mouth and chin of the person in front of him, which were completely enlarged according to the proportion of a little girl.

The only difference is...

Lu Jingchen's eyes fell on Yun Xianghuan's masked face.

(End of this chapter)