Because of the unexpected "live broadcast accident", Sijiu didn't want to eat out anymore.
"Charles" didn't wear a mask when he went out today. Someone just took a photo. If the photo appears online, then given Xie Yu's popularity, the probability of him being exposed is very high.
unwise.
"Let's go home."
"Aren't you hungry?"
"Let's go home and order takeout." Sijiu said, pulling "Charles" to the other side.
But after walking for a while, more and more people came.
There was a faint noise coming from the front, and a lot of people were gathered together.
There were also people running towards that direction, mostly girls, with excited expressions.
Si Jiu frowned, "G Group's autograph session? Charles, let's go back another way..."
Suddenly, a large group of people rushed up from behind, screaming and shouting the name of their idol as they rushed forward.
The wine steward and "Charles" were passively pushed forward by the crowd.
Sijiu: "Damn!"
Charles frowned, bent down and hugged the wine steward, "I'll take you out."
Sijiu didn't refuse this time.
Although Xie Yu's physique is not the strong type, he is tall and has long legs. I don't know if the personality of "Charles" has given him power, but he can easily separate the crowd from those who are squeezing over and walk back in the opposite direction.
Sijiu was protected in his arms and was not squeezed at all.
Afraid that she would bump into something, he pressed her head against his chest and didn't let her raise her head.
All Sijiu could hear was the noisy sounds, the complaints of people who were pushed away by "Charles", and the faint sound of music in the distance.
I don't know why, but that music has a sad and mournful feel to it.
It was a male voice humming, and the voice sounded strangely familiar.
For a moment, Si Jiu's ears suddenly became quiet, and then it was as if the covering of his ears was suddenly released, and the faint singing became clearer, and Si Jiu also heard sobbing sounds of varying pitches.
"Is it out?"
She raised her head and looked ahead, then was stunned.
There was a cobblestone road ahead, with people wearing black clothes or black skirts standing neatly on both sides of the road. Each of them held a daisy in their hands, and each of them had red eyes, looking towards the other side of the road.
On the other side, a man in a black suit with half-white hair was holding a black urn in his hand. On his left was a woman in a black suit with a white flower on her chest. She was crying so hard that she could hardly stand and was being supported by a young woman.
And on his right hand side was Zhang Li, who was holding a black and white photo frame.
The photo in the frame was a colorful one.
The man with the charming peach blossom eyes smiled warmly, as if he was gazing at you through the photo.
"Qi... Yan?"
Is this Qi Yan's funeral?
But what happened?
Didn’t the plane collapse?
And how did she get here?
As they drew nearer, it seemed as if the cupbearer and "Charles" were no longer in sight.
But she didn't notice that when she pronounced the name "Qi Yan", a gust of wind suddenly blew beside her, and a transparent figure appeared in front of her and looked at her deeply.
The next moment, she heard the somewhat anxious voice of "Charles".
"Your Highness, Your Highness...what's wrong with you?"
Sijiu blinked, and the scene just now completely disappeared. She was still in Charles' arms. He had taken her away from the crowd and was standing by the road, looking at her with a worried look on his face.
"Are you all right?"
"……without."
"You look very pale. Shall we go home quickly?"
"good."
Neither of them noticed that behind them, there was a pair of eyes full of melancholy, watching them.
A voice that no one could hear came from the air: I found you.
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