Marriage can't wait: Gao Leng and Feng Shao bow down

He Mulan looked around the reception with nostalgia, and found that Feng Anyan's figure had disappeared, so she could only sigh and replied wearily: "Then let's go brother, I'm very tired, I want to go back and rest."

"En." He Zhaoyuan patted her head and led her out of the reception.

It's the afternoon now, the sunlight has already weakened, He Mulan sat in the car, leaning against the car window thinking about something, she was exhausted physically and mentally at this moment, the look in Feng Anyan's eyes when he announced that he was going to marry Xu Hanxuan is still vivid in his memory, That strangeness made her heart ache.

However, just when she was thinking about Feng Anyan, He Zhaoyuan suddenly slammed on the brakes and stopped the car on the side of the road. He Mulan was frightened into a cold sweat, and turned her head to look at He Zhaoyuan.

He Zhaoyuan's face was pale, his mouth was slightly open, and he was holding his mobile phone tremblingly.

He Mulan had never seen He Zhaoyuan like this. In her memory, He Zhaoyuan had always been steady and would never lose his composure like this.

"Are you serious?!" He Zhaoyuan roared suddenly.

Then his Adam's apple rolled, and his voice trembled: "Okay, I... go back right away!"

"What's wrong?" He Mulan looked at He Zhaoyuan's appearance, she didn't know what was wrong, and suddenly her heart palpitations became severe, as if her heart was full of tears and she wanted to rush out of her eyes.

"The house is on fire..." He Zhaoyuan uttered these five words in a slightly hoarse voice with his mouth trembling. Although the voice was deep, it was more able to wake He Mulan up than the thunder in June.

"What did you say?!" He Mulan cried out aloud, she reached out to cover her heart, tears fell drop by drop, "Fire? What's going on? Where are my parents!? Where's A-Ning Lele!?"

Her voice was hoarse in the end, and her roar sounded very clear in the small space of the carriage, but neither of them felt disturbed.

Because what He Mulan asked was something that both of them wanted to know, but they didn't dare to know.

"Go back, go back!" He Mulan said in a hoarse voice, wiping the tears off her face indiscriminately.

He Zhaoyuan, who is normally steady, has no way to comfort He Mulan anymore. His hands are shaking while driving, and he is trying his best to calm himself down so that he won't get into another car accident halfway.

He has already lost his parents once, is he going to lose his parents again? !

The pictures of the fire in He's house had already appeared on the news. With shaking hands, He Mulan clicked on the reports helplessly. When she saw the monstrous fire, her heart felt as if it had been engulfed by flames. She was in extreme torment. In the end it was a wisp of burning ashes.

He Zhaoyuan ran through a red light and drove all the way to He's house. The road they were familiar with was surrounded by many people, and the car couldn't get in. He Zhaoyuan simply parked the car on the side of the road and helped He Mulan, whose legs were weak, to walk away. When they got out of the car, they had already seen the raging fire. The fire engine with its siren flashing stopped at the intersection, and the firemen in uniform rushed down.

The two of them, brother and sister, stumbled to the vicinity of the He family's cordon. Standing in front of the raging fire, He Mulan felt that she was as small as an ant for the first time.

"Dad! Mom! Aning! Lele!" He Mulan yelled heart-piercingly, as if she wanted to yell out her lungs. Weeping with his own mouth.

"How's it going? How's it going inside?!" He Zhaoyuan also blushed anxiously, and he asked a firefighter who came out.

"The fire is almost under control...you are..." the firefighter looked at He Zhaoyuan and asked hesitantly.

"I am the son of this family." He Zhaoyuan said as he tried to remain calm.

The firefighter immediately showed a sympathetic expression and said, "Don't worry, the fire will be brought under control later."

"Then...are there any casualties?" He Zhaoyuan asked with the last bit of hope remaining.

The firefighter was silent, and finally replied: "Unfortunately...the charred body was found at the scene..."

He Mulan's eyes went dark, she reached out and grabbed the cordon, her long nails were embedded in the tender flesh of her palm, she staggered a few steps, and was about to rush in.

The firefighters on the side rushed up to grab her: "Miss, the fire is not completely extinguished, so you can't go in!"

"Let go of me! Dad! Mom! I'm here to save you!" He Mulan was crying and her mind was in chaos, she just yelled these words consciously.

On the other hand, He Zhaoyuan seemed to have aged ten years suddenly, standing there in a daze, completely ignoring He Mulan who was about to go crazy.

"Miss, please calm down!" The fireman tried his best to comfort He Mulan, "Miss, you can't go in!"

He Mulan completely ignored the firefighters' advice, and in the end she didn't struggle beyond the control of the firefighters. Her knees gave way, and she knelt down directly, and her knees, which were resting on a thin dress, hit the asphalt road fiercely, but The physical pain was less than one ten-thousandth of He Mulan's inner pain.

When He Zhaoyuan heard the sound of He Mulan kneeling on the ground, he turned his head in a daze, looked at He Mulan, took a few steps forward slowly, and stretched out his hand to support her: "Mulan, don't be like this... "

"Brother! Parents are not dead yet, right!" He Mulan asked with sobs, "There is no charred corpse at all! They are all lies!"

"Miss..." The fireman couldn't help but lie to He Mulan that he didn't find the body and that her parents had been rescued.

"It's okay, I'll do it." He Zhaoyuan stood at the firefighter's position, and the fireman gave way to him. He Zhaoyuan squatted down and put his arms around He Mulan, squinting at the gradually weakening fire, and asked He Mulan Said, "Mulan, are you sleepy?"

He Mulan shook her head desperately: "I'm not sleepy, bro, I'm going in to find my parents!"

"Mulan, when you were young, you couldn't sleep, and you pestered your brother to sing you a lullaby, remember?" He Zhaoyuan said in an unexpected way. He wanted to divert He Mulan's attention. She had just experienced Feng Anyan's blow, and now After receiving such a heavy blow again, it is likely to have a nervous breakdown.

"Remember." He Mulan leaned on He Zhaoyuan's chest and replied hoarsely.

"My brother once told you that when you fall asleep, you travel to another world, and the dream you have is what you see during the journey. You still blame my brother for not traveling with you in the dream." He Zhaoyuan looked at the flames motionlessly. , said softly in He Mulan's ear.

"I remember." He Mulan replied, tears were falling all over her face, and she was almost dry.

"Then you just take it as it is, this is the journey that brother accompanied you in the dream, we will wake up, we still have a journey to go on, Mu Lan, don't fall down, can you walk with brother?" He Zhaoyuan Said in a trembling voice, his tears were hanging on his lower eyelids, crumbling.

"But brother." He Mulan's tears flowed again, "When will we wake up?"

He Zhaoyuan heard sighs from the crowd, like the wind, blowing past his ears and dissipating in the fiery sky.