Wu Xucai raised his hand reluctantly, painfully closed Fu Xiuyan's eyelids, and said in a hoarse voice: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I'm still here, I'm by your side, and I'll always be there." Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

As he spoke, the tears that had stopped before flowed out again, and they dripped on Fu Xiuyan's face.

Mixed with the blood on Fu Xiuyan's face, Wu Xu's fingers carefully wiped away his tears on Fu Xiuyan's face.

After that, he stretched out his hand and passed under Fu Xiuyan's body, and the other hand passed under Fu Xiuyan's neck, and hugged Fu Xiuyan horizontally.

walked out without saying a word, and the searchers in the house looked at Wu Xu, who left without any instructions, and then looked at each other, waved their hands, and dispersed, returning to their posts.

The ordinary people guarding outside saw Wu Xu walking out with Fu Xiuyan in his arms, and wanted to step forward, but the action had already consciously made way for them, and they looked at Fu Xiuyan in Wu Xu's arms with tears in their eyes.

At this moment, some people were even willing to replace Fu Xiuyan, praying that it was themselves who died, not Fu Xiuyan.

Among them is Wu Xu, who prayed over and over again in his heart, but there was no god, let alone a god who could hear his prayers and fulfill him.

Holding his most precious person is like holding the most precious treasure in the world, Wu Xu's steps are heavy and firm.

He carried him through the crowds, carried him through the streets and alleys, carried him through the high stairs, as if he wanted to go on a pilgrimage, if he wanted to listen to the holy sounds, if he wanted to seek a fulfillment that would bring them together for the rest of their lives.

Behind them are the figures of people following, the eyes of followers.

In front of them was Anya smoking silently, her eyes fell on Fu Xiuyan's body, and she directly snuffed out the cigarette in her hand with her hand and let it aside.

Gradually, the crowd below the steps resounded with singing, the voice became louder and louder, and more and more people sang along, choking with tears and emotion, catharsis together, expressing together, and wishing together.

It was Fu Xiuyan's song.

It was the only song Fu Xiuyan wrote by himself, and he said that he wanted to dedicate this song to those he liked, and all those who liked him.

I am the brightest star in the sky, and you are my night sky.

I am the most vivid of the flowers, and you are my spring breeze.

I am your faith, you are my destiny.

I am the fresh and intoxicating air after the rain, and you are my rainbow.

I am the bright and gentle moonlight of winter, and you are my gaze.

I am your soul and you are my life.

The singing of the crowd was warm and sad together.

And only Wu Xu knew that this song was actually written by Fu Xiuyan to him, and after it was written, he deliberately gave it to him, showing off for a while and asking for praise.

He took the lyrics written by Fu Xiuyan, couldn't stop laughing after reading them, threw the paper on which he wrote the lyrics to Fu Xiuyan's body, and said with a smile: "Are you writing the lyrics, or are you praising yourself, it's too cheeky to write." ”

Fu Xiuyan also said shamelessly: "I'm so good, that's why the master likes me, and you like me~"

As he spoke, he winked mischievously at Wu Xu, how stinky and beautiful he was.

Such a fresh person, now lying lifeless in his arms, Wu Xu thought of this, and the hand holding Fu Xiuyan couldn't help but clench even more.

At this time, he had already carried Fu Xiuyan into the main hall, went to his own room, closed the door, carefully put Fu Xiuyan on his bed, sat on the edge of the bed, and looked at him quietly.