Chapter 622 Sadness is sad, and the heart is even more sad

With an exclamation of 'someone fell into the water', the tourists by the pool were all attracted to it, and there was a burst of pointing at the churning water, but no one would jump down to save people, and even some good deeds also picked up a few pieces of gravel from the side and threw them to the place where the figure fell into the water, as if to tell everyone that this short-lived guy sank from here, and also kindly took out his mobile phone and dialed a single nine, as for the rescue in the water, he was really afraid of the cold spring water, or was stripped of his clothes by the people on the shore.

Laughing at the coldness of the people in the world, it is as light as the water of a deep pool. About ten minutes later, a group of firefighters with hooked bamboo poles came and salvaged along the edge of the waterhole, and after fishing for a long time, a man who looked like an officer sighed and said: "The waterhole is connected to the Longchuan River, and the people must have drifted into the river, so close the team." ”

made an excuse, and justified himself, this is the highest level of reasonable passive sabotage, the firefighter packed up his things and left, only a beautiful girl with a backpack full of mud stood by the waterhole for a long time and refused to leave.

In fact, the fire officer was right, the underground dark river under this waterhole is really connected to the Longchuan River, and the force of the free-style fall from the Baizhang cliff is extremely large, and then Xu Qing's body is directly swept into the dark river by the current......

The Long Yuan short sword in his hand unconsciously drew a circle with that arm, as if he would leave at any time, and the strange thing was that there was an object similar to a blister wrapped around Xu Qing's head and neck, purple and bright, floating from the narrow dark river into another wide body of water, and his body floated quietly on the water.

The night is deep, the quiet Longchuan River is dark, and the evening breeze with a slight fishy smell blows on the cheeks, feeling a little cold. A flickering light flickered on the shore, and a girl in Mongolian costume walked slowly along the riverbank with a flashlight, holding a crescent-shaped copper piece in her hand and covering her chest, tears wetting her tired pink cheeks.

Tana did not cry out, for her voice was hoarse, and her tears were silent, and she could now confirm that the young man who had embarrassed her was the prince who often appeared in her dreams, and that the eagle of the steppe would never be resigned to the ordinary, and that its wings were born to chase the sun......

From the moment Tana was sensible, someone was making up a colorful dream for her, the man she would protect for the rest of her life was the most handsome and best in the world, with a embrace as wide as the grassland, gentle eyes as the stars, the most ferocious tiger and wolf could not match his iron fist, and the most beautiful girl could not stop his smile, he was the god of dreams.

With the passage of time, the god in Tana's heart has become more and more perfect, and she has woken up with a smile many times in her dreams, looking forward to the moment when she gallops with him on the prairie, but what she found today is only a relic that represents his identity, Tana's dream that has been guarded for more than ten years is shattered, and she has made ten times and a hundred times the effort of ordinary people to make herself better, but when the dream and the image of reality completely coincide, it is heartbreak......

The river breeze is blowing, and the face is not cold, but Tana's heart is like 10,000 years of ice on a snowy mountain, looking aimlessly, just to see him for the last time.