On how to cute and blacken the master

The dark sky seemed to be falling down.

"Boom——" The rain is getting bigger and bigger.

"Give me back the leftovers of my dog, give me back..." the young man wailed in pain, like a child who had lost a precious thing, tightly clutching the comatose woman's shoulders and shaking vigorously.

"I... only have one wish. Why... why..." He knelt on the ground, suddenly covered his face with his hands, and laughed wantonly, "Hahahaha..."

He was obviously laughing, but why were there tears?

Gu Xiaoluo looked at everything quietly, obviously he couldn't touch it, but he couldn't help reaching out his hand to comfort the young man.

Don't cry.

As expected, his hand passed through the boy... and couldn't touch anything.

Isn't this a dream? Why is his distress so real?

"Master." The man in black behind him said.

The boy stopped laughing slowly, with a cold expression on his face, "You said you can find my dog ​​left?"

"Yes, as long as you return to the Tang family, young master."

"Okay. I'll go back."

The boy looked at Li Xiulan who was lying on the ground, his eyes were indifferent.

In other words, after knowing that the person who kidnapped the leftover dog had something to do with her, he could no longer face her calmly.

"Put her in the cave."

The relationship between them, after rescuing her from the village, completely ceased to exist.

Gu Xiaoluo watched the young man leave with a few men in black, subconsciously wanted to follow, but could only circle around in place.

In my own dream, I was actually restricted in my actions, that's just too much.

Seeing the disappearing figure of the young man, Gu Xiaoluo suddenly became confused and lost consciousness for a short time.

"What?! Mudslide!"

A surprised voice woke Gu Xiaoluo up.

Opening his eyes, he found that he was still in Xiao's living room.

So it was just a dream.

However, the boy in his dream... unexpectedly made him unable to let go.

"Dad, what's the matter?" Xiao Haikuo heard his father's voice as soon as he entered the house.

Xiao Tian sat on the sofa smoking a cigarette, sighed, "The sea is wide."

Xiao Haikuo took off his coat to the housekeeper, when he heard his father drop a bomb.

"There was a mudslide at Xiulan Village. The whole village was covered by the mudslide... oh——"

"Have you found someone to confirm?" Xiao Haikuo asked calmly.

"I just sent someone to investigate over there. I hope Xiulan can... escape safely."

Shirley?Isn't this the name of the woman in the dream?

Mudslide?In the dream, it seems that a village was completely razed to the ground by the mudslide...

Could it be... Are these not dreams? !

……

When Li Xiulan woke up, she had already been taken back to Xiao's house.

Looking at the familiar room, she was a little dazed.

Knowing that she was awake, both Xiao Tian and Xiao Haikuo went to her room to see her.

"Xiulan, take a good rest when you get home."

Xiao Tian was also quite surprised that Xiulan survived alone in the whole village.

Seeing her haggard face, Xiao Tian didn't want to disturb her, so he left after saying a few words.

Looking at her indifferent expression, Xiao Haikuo thought that he must have been hit by this disaster.

Thinking about the reason why she went back to her natal family, Xiao Haikuo softened his heart, "Xiulan, I'm sorry..." I'm sorry.

"Go out, I want to be alone." She said lightly, interrupting Xiao Haikuo's unfinished apology.

"...Then you have a good rest." Xiao Haikuo could only leave the room first.

The room was quiet again.

Gu Xiaoluo floated in front of the bed, staring at the woman's beautiful face with complicated emotions.

The person on the bed stared blankly out of the window, and suddenly began to cry uncontrollably.

She didn't know why she was crying, she just felt that her life was really, really a failure.

Betrayed by the one she liked, hated by the younger brother who couldn't let go of her the most, she couldn't even save her beloved relatives, she could only watch them being killed.

What's the use of living like this? !

It's better to die.

……

Although I know that the crying person can't see me, but there is always a sense of guilt that I saw something that I shouldn't see.

So he drifted away silently