A year older, the third master of Beijing circle kissed her to tears

Chapter 1378 Picked up a wounded angel

The night in the mountains is like a world away from home compared to the night in the city. It’s like a paradise on earth.

Rong Zhen walked out of the club arranged by the Chamber of Commerce. A crescent moon was hanging in the sky. When Rong Zhen looked up, he was surprised. The moon?

Haha, it seems that the sky in the capital is still very clear.

Walking out of the clubhouse, it is spring, and the winter jasmine, crabapple, peony, rose and hundreds of flowers are in full bloom. In this Hundred Flowers Island, there are also exotic flowers and plants from all over the world.

Rong Zhen's bony hands gently wiped his nose. The aroma was overwhelming, not unpleasant, but too strong. Could there be tuberose in this garden? Tuberose is a sun-loving plant from the south. In this chilly spring, could there be some in the capital?

There was a clear and ethereal singing voice, humming softly and gently, which could easily be blown away by the wind if you didn't listen carefully.

"There's music at night?" Rong Zhen was in a good mood. In this regard, the management of this garden was very thoughtful. There were indeed one or two people from the US time who came out for a walk at night, and the quiet mountains needed some soft and comfortable music to accompany them.

Rong Zhen walked forward, and the sound became clearer and clearer. Rong Zhen stood at the curved archway and looked up at the woman dancing in the field among flowers.

When-I-was-just-a-little-girl.

I-asked-my-mother, What-will-I-be?

Will-I-be-pretty? Will-I-be-rich?

Here's-what-she-said-to-me.

Que-sera, sera.

Whatever-will-be, will-be.

The-future's-not-ours-to-see…

In the lush lavender field, a girl in light-colored clothes and a white hat was walking in the field. She sometimes jumped and sometimes walked. Her posture was flexible and her voice was clear and melodious. Her voice was very light and soft, as if she was telling a touching legend, or greeting all things in the world with her singing.

She is a night elf, she walks and spins lightly with steps that are not dance steps, singing cheerful nursery rhymes so lightly, with such pure joy.

For a moment, Rong Zhen felt that he had come to the wrong place, like Alice who had strayed into Wonderland. He was confused, surprised, hesitant and doubtful, yet he really wanted to go forward and take a look.

He approached step by step, his clear voice gently echoing her singing. He approached very carefully, not daring to make any big movements, just like approaching a butterfly flapping its wings, afraid that she would fly away if he was not careful.

When-I=grew=up=and=fell=in=love.

I-asked=my=sweetheart=what=lies=ahead.

Will-we-have-rainbows-day-after-day.

Here's-what-my-sweetheart-said…

Rong Zhen stood in front of Shiqi. Shiqi stopped and looked at the man who suddenly appeared, a strange man with a decent appearance. She tilted her head and looked at him without hesitation. After a long time, he stopped and looked down at her feet.

"You're not wearing shoes, aren't you cold?" Rong Zhen asked.

Seventeen shook his head, "Brother, you are finally here, you came to pick me up, right?"

Rong Zhen looked at Seventeen, surprise and confusion flashing in her clear eyes. She grabbed his sleeve and said, "Brother..."

"My name is Rong Zhen." Rong Zhen raised his hand for a moment, wanting to hold her hand, but felt a bump in the road, so he put it down again.

"Rong Zhen?" Seventeen seemed to be asking him, and also asking himself, is this the name? Is this the person he hoped to wait for, yet didn't want to wait for?

"Why are you singing here? Don't you want to rest?" Rong Zhen asked in a low voice.

"I want friends, they are my friends..." Seventeen said softly,

Rong Zhen paused for a moment after hearing this. He probably guessed what Seventeen was thinking. This wasn't something a normal person would say. He smiled softly and said, "Let me be your friend. I also play the piano and the erhu. I think we can get along well."

"it is good."

"Where do you live?" Rong Zhen asked her. This was a holiday resort, and she should be here on vacation with her family. Aren't you afraid that she will get lost so late at night?

"I live in a flower house. Do I look like a flower fairy?"

"You are the Flower Fairy." Rong Zhen pulled Seventeen back and said, "I think you are lost. If you don't mind, you can sleep at my place. I will take you back after dawn, okay?"

It's hard to find her in the middle of the night. We can use the radio at dawn and tell her where she is, and her family will be able to find her.

"I'm not lost, my dad is here." Seventeen said softly.

Rong Zhen looked back at Seventeen, who was following him obediently and well, which reminded him of his little daughter who was less than three years old.

"What's your name?"

"Qiqi." Seventeen answered softly, "My father is here, but my brother hasn't come yet. I've been waiting for him..."

Rong Zhen asked, "Where is your brother?"

"My brother is gone, he doesn't want me anymore..." Seventeen murmured.

It had been a long time since they had spoken, or rather, it had been a long time since a stranger had walked into her world. Rong Zhen's appearance made her world suddenly lively.

Finally, she remembered her father, her brother, and many of her things.

Many memories that had been lost for a long time were waving to her in the clouds. She looked at them, feeling both strange and familiar.

Rong Zhen was speechless for a moment. So that's how it was. Did her brother have an accident? That's why she became like this. She must have been traumatized and unwilling to accept reality, so she kept waiting.

"Poor girl..." Rong Zhen sighed.

Looking at Seventeen's innocent eyes, he thought of his young daughter. His ex-wife had died of severe bleeding during childbirth, leaving her motherless from birth. He used the same excuse to tell his daughter that her mother had left because she was playing around and hadn't come home. He told his daughter not to play around like her mother and to remember to come home, otherwise her father would be left alone...

"Rong Zhen, where are we going?" Seventeen asked softly.

She accepted this new friend, she secretly told him her thoughts, and they had a very pleasant conversation.

Zhuang Zhoucheng followed all the way, not daring to disturb Seventeen. Even though he was very angry about the sudden appearance of this young man, he still couldn't disturb him.

Rong Zhen carried Seventeen back to the room arranged for him by the Chamber of Commerce. After closing the door, he looked everywhere for the medicine box.

In clubs like this, it is common to have a medicine box in the room.

After finding the things, Rong Zhen placed the box in front of Seventeen and sat opposite her.

"Believe me?" After she nodded, he added, "It will hurt a little."

"I'm not afraid."

Rong Zhen smiled, took a clean towel, wrung out some water, and began to scrub her feet. He smiled and said, "If it hurts, just sing, okay?"

"It doesn't hurt."

"..." Rong Zhen was speechless, then raised his eyes with a smile, "I feel like I've brought a wounded angel home. I think my little angel will like you too."

"Where is she?" Seventeen suddenly asked.

"She is in Kyoto and will go to kindergarten in the second half of this year. I'm really worried..." Rong Zhen whispered. When the child enters kindergarten, she will know that she is different from other children.

Rong Zhen sighed, then gave a helpless smile, "I can't believe the adventure tonight. Maybe when I wake up tomorrow morning I'll find that this was just a dream."