There was still a drizzle of rain falling on the street, the ground was wet, and the air was filled with moist moisture.
Shu Nuan held an umbrella and waited on the street for a long time but couldn't wait for a carriage to pass by. She didn't know how the man hired the carriage so early in the morning, but when he thought of him kicking in Dr. Chu's door in the middle of the night, Shu Nuan was shocked. Nuan Bian seemed to be able to imagine how he hired a carriage...
Time passed by little by little, and the longer Shu Nuan waited, the more panicked he became.
The separation four years ago was a separation between life and death.
In four years, she didn't know what he had gone through, or why he refused to recognize her...
But he didn't think that she was his business. She thought that he was her own business.
She didn't want to miss it again and regret it all the time.
Shu Nuan stepped on the rainwater accumulated on the ground and ran towards the outside of the city.
The clothes she had just put on were quickly splashed by the rain, but she didn't care. There was only one thought left in her mind, to find him.
Shu Nuan ran out of breath and almost couldn't breathe several times, but he managed to run out of the city.
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If it were not because she had been having a lot of fun in Beichuan these days, she was about to return to Nanrong, but she was too lazy to ride back, so she asked Wen Youyi to find a carriage. She lay down comfortably in the carriage, Wen Youyi had to sit outside the carriage and serve as her driver.
"The scenery in Beichuan is indeed pleasant. If you are not on the battlefield this time next year, you might consider visiting again..."
As soon as Bei'er finished speaking, Ruwei's voice came from the carriage, "I'm coming next year too!"
Bei'er smiled, shrugged helplessly, and said to Sheng Qianmo, who was sitting on the other horse, "Let's go."
With a "drive" sound, Beier set off first, followed closely by Wen Youyi.
Sheng Qianmo sat on the horse, lowered his head and glanced at the sword at his waist and the peace charm flying in the cold wind at the hilt.
Nuan Nuan, young and childish.
Sheng Qianmo touched the peace charm, and when he raised his eyes again, his eyes were already indifferent and cold.
When we set off, there was flying dust behind us.
The images of Shu Nuan and Qing Zhi were constantly switching in his mind, which made him even more determined that this battle must be won.
He wanted to get back to her soon.
He will come back soon with gifts to see Qingzhi.
He will return soon and openly to protect the people he wants to protect.
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Shu Nuan's voice sounded from behind.
Trance.
The sound of rain is bleak.
Her voice, a soft voice stained with moisture, sounded clearly.
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Shu Nuan stopped outside the city gate, holding on to the ribs of her umbrella. She only had time to take a deep breath. She looked up at the man riding away. Her eyes were blurred by tears, which blurred her sight of the man leaving her. She choked with sobs. shout loudly-
"Uncle Sheng!"
You look back and I forgive you.
Just leave like this and I will never look back at you again.
Sheng Qianmo reined in his riding whip, half-squinted his eyes, and looked indifferently at the mountains and rivers in the distance.
The big hand slowly and tightly grasped the cold sword body.
He held it so hard that he almost trembled.
Uncle Sheng…
Uncle Sheng…
Uncle Sheng…
The little girl who would act like a baby to him, hold his neck, kiss his lips, and call him Uncle Sheng...
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Shu Nuan looked at the familiar and upright figure on the horse in the distance. He was motionless, as if he was really cold-blooded and ruthless.
Shu Nuan bit her lip tightly, wanting to cry but not crying.
The whole person seems to be on the last line of defense on the embankment, which is about to collapse at any time...
His thin body was blown hard by the cold wind.
Letting tears gradually blur his eyes, he was about to give up.
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