At night, Gu Nuoer seemed to hear the rain getting heavier.
It was crackling, as excited as a drum beat.
She turned over lazily, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and soon her watery eyes opened a gap.
The little girl glanced around the house with sleepiness.
Perhaps after midnight, the hall was dark, and only familiar furniture could be seen, which were placed silently in place and cast a circle of shadows on the ground.
Gu Nuoer closed her eyes.
Thinking that maybe Brother Si Ming had already gone back, and at this time, my mother should have slept soundly in the main hall next door.
Heavy rain brings peace and mysterious tranquility.
Just when Gu Nuoer was about to close her eyes and sleep.
In a flash, she saw a blurry green young woman sitting on the dressing table not far away.
Gu Nuoer quickly opened her round eyes and raised her upper body to take a closer look.
However, this time there was nothing on the dressing table.
She concentrated slightly to sense the surroundings, but she had not found any bizarre aura of gods and ghosts.
Could it be that it is really an illusion?
Gu Nuoer pressed his eyebrows and lay down again, and the black black hair immediately covered the pillow.
It seems that she is really tired and has read it wrong.
Thinking of this, soon after, the little girl closed her long eyelashes obediently, casting a small shadow on her white skin.
After she fell asleep, the faint light emitted by the green jade comb on the dressing mirror gradually stopped.
...
The summer rain also hit the umbrella with a rapid rhythm, making a crackling sound.
Ye Siming held an umbrella and stood in a green forest with Gu Nuoer.
Not far away in front of them, Qin Song was wet in the rain, and wrapped Qin Ling's tomb with his hands and covered the last piece of soil.
The rain fell along Qin Song's hair. It had been several days since Qin Ling committed suicide, but he had not had a good sleep for a long time.
At this moment, my eyes were covered with blood, and my eyes were covered with black blue.
He looked at the tombstone and shook his head and smiled bitterly: "There is a legend in our family that if a relative goes to pour a piece of soil on the third day after the burial, then the dead will return to a night's dream."
"But I'm not a good brother, and I don't know if A Ling would like to come and see me again."
Gu Nuoer couldn't bear it, and sighed with pink lips: "Brother Qin, you have tried your best. Qin Ling has made his own choice. If she knew about it, she wouldn't want to see you as haggard."
Qin Song held the tombstone, and the rain covered his face. He could no longer tell whether it was tears, but it made him look thinner.
Ye Siming looked at his cold eyes, and the dark color on his eyes was as dark as ink, and he said lightly: "Qin Song, are you still going back to the barracks?"
"Wei Liangjue's stolen waist cards and framed them has been thoroughly investigated. The emperor gave him an oral order and you can return to the team at any time."
Qin Song stood up with the tombstone. He looked at the green forest washed by the rain, and murmured with grief: "I'm back, can my sister come back?"
Ye Siming's tone was filled with calmness, and it also brought a refreshing and refreshing voice.
"No." He answered bluntly: "But if you follow me and work hard, you will definitely have the ability to take care of your mother in the future so that Qin Ling's tragedy will not happen again."
Qin Song was shocked.
Gu Nuoer admired Ye Siming's unique insights, and she spoke with a soft voice: "And Brother Qin, people always have to look forward, your life is still long."
Qin Song remained silent for a long time after hearing this. After a moment, he turned around, his eyes were red and he felt grateful.
He bent his knees and knelt down heavily to Ye Siming and Gu Nuoer.