At this time, the old horse was in a hurry, he had been silently reciting Ruyi's name in his heart, he had long forgotten the purpose of this visit to Provence, he followed Wesley in a daze and galloped down the rough path of the vineyard, and the dust raised on the road made him flustered, and this feeling was too bad......

Once in the foggy alleys of Shanghai, he saw a group of people wearing red armbands hurrying by, and a lewd face of Gao Jianmin was revealed in the group, and he felt that when he rushed home, he saw his mother lying in a pool of blood. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Later, when he heard that there was a fire in the madhouse, he rushed to the place of the accident, and the crowd of people with pots and buckets was rushed, and he swept away the frightened people one by one, rummaging and trembling in the ashes after the fire......

Yes, yes, this feeling of déjà vu is too bad......

The Provençal sun scorched his heart unbridledly.

They ran wildly along the Mayflower River in the valley, and through the surge of the rainy season, the Mayflower River rushed straight down, and the river roared and poured for thousands of miles.

"Look, helicopter!" Wesley pointed to the river in front of him, Ma Weiguo's eyes widened, he saw the last thing he wanted to see, the helicopter was planted head down in the river, because the river was very deep, only a white tail and a part of the propeller were exposed on the surface of the river.

Faced with the wide and turbulent Mayflower River, Wesley's face was also like ashes, his mind was full of confusion, he did not expect the result to be like this, this was not the result that he Weisley wanted.

Many people began to flock to the place of the accident, because the river was so fast, people tied each other with thick ropes, and slowly reached into the river, and the old horse and Wesley also went down, but countless attempts could not get close to the helicopter, the river washed them from side to side, and they would have been washed away without a rope.

Later, it was the rescue team's lifeboat that made it difficult to get close to the helicopter, and two divers were lowered underwater after being held to their waists by the lifeline on the boat.

By this time the old horse and Wesley had been brought back to shore, and they were soaking wet and shivering in the Provençal sun.

The old horse was unaware of his discomfort, his eyes were staring directly at the surface of the river where the accident had happened, and there was no expectation or sadness in his mind, only a long blank space......

Time passed minute by minute, no one spoke on the riverbank, and everyone's mood was anxious and nervous.

Ten minutes or twenty minutes passed, and finally two heads poked out of the turbulent river, and they waved their hands towards the lifeboat, which began to pull the ropes, and after a while they could be seen being pulled onto the lifeboat, and the lifeboat slowly approached the riverbank.

All the people crowded to the river, Lao Ma and Wesley stumbled through the crowd, there were many people on the riverbank, but they were all very quiet, everyone stared at the lifeboats, hoping to see those who had been rescued, but there didn't seem to be!

Everyone on the banks of the river was very nervous, and they didn't know what the end result would be.

The old horse could hear his own heartbeat, and his whole body was wooden, and only his eyes were staring closely, intently at the lifeboat that was swaying by the river.

In the face of the rushing river, there are ropes fixed between the rescuers and the lifeboats on the riverbank, and with the efforts of the people on the shore, the lifeboats were pulled to the shore with difficulty, and the people on the boat came down, only to see the divers full of frustration!

"We're very sorry, we didn't see the victims when we dived underwater......"

Old Ma and Wesley listened carefully, for fear of missing a word.

"Under water, the doors of the wheelhouse and cabin were open, but not a single person, we were afraid that people would be washed out by the river, and a careful search was carried out around the helicopter, but nothing was found......"

The old horse and Wesley shouted at the same time: "Downstream, downstream......"

The commander of the rescue team immediately arranged for people to search along the coast, and sent additional men and horses to salvage helicopters.

The old horse and Wesley mounted their horses and led some of the people downstream to find them.

"Ruyi...... Wan Ying......"

"Uncle ......"

"Monsieur Theor......"

People shouted and shouted along the coast.

The banks of the river were full of blooming lavender, the sun was shining, the wind was light, it was supposed to be a beautiful day, but the people's hearts were very heavy, and the hope in their hearts was being worn away little by little by the passage of time.

The sun had turned into a fiery red ball uncontrollably and fell westward, and the old horse rolled off the horse hopelessly and cried sadly, no matter what Wanying did, this was not the result she wanted to come to Provence this time!

Although I didn't know what the outcome would be along the way, I never thought it would be like this......

The old horse's voice was completely hoarse from such anxiety and incessant shouting, but he still pointed to the sky helplessly and angrily and asked aloud:

"God, you answer my old horse, what's wrong, what's wrong......"

The sky was silent, and only answered the old horse with the sky like a fire burning.

Seeing the old horse's painful appearance, all those present shed tears, and Wesley could not cry bitterly on his own, he cried out loudly: "Uncle, uncle, where are you?" ”

I lost my father since I was a child, and my mother remarried someone else, it was my uncle who raised me with hard work, and my uncle pinned all the hopes on the whole family, but I haven't figured out what the parchment scroll is about, and Long Po hasn't seen the true face of Lushan, why does my uncle say it's gone?

There was another person he couldn't cry out of, and that was Wanying, who shouted loudly in his heart: "Wanying, my Wanying, where are you?" ”

This beautiful woman was all his hopes, and he knew her scheming, but he loved her, her mysterious oriental temperament, her amorous eyes, her children in her womb, and even the intrigues in her heart, and he had hoped that she would revive the Jean Ninevi family with Dragon, but now everything was gone with the river of Mayflowers......

On the evening of the last day of August, the entire Ninevier estate was immersed in endless sorrow.

On the night of the tragedy, the crowd of Ninivi Manor dispersed, and the rescue team promised to organize more people to search along the river the next day, and the castle finally returned to its former peace.

"Weiguo, I will take you to Ninivi Castle, and you will be the king here from now on!"

The wind of Provence blew Feng Wanying's butterfly fluttering dress, and in a boundless, purple sea of flowers and flowers, Feng Wanying couldn't say anything about it, holding Ma Weiguo's hand and shuttling through the endless lavender bushes.