The piano sounded.

Mu Jinbai turned his face sideways, and heard that it was Bach's tune - "Aria on the G String".

In the sea breeze, soothing strings flutter and the rhythm of the deep tune slows down, making it look particularly sad......

The wind blew away the ash from the cigarette, and Feng Shen clenched his fingers and held the still lit cigarette butt in the palm of his hand.

Mu Jinbai raised his right hand, "Let them go back first." ”

There is no point in looking for it like this, and everyone understands this.

Walking forward, he grabbed the arm of the violin-playing gentleman.

"Good, don't pull it!"

Jun turned lightly and looked up at him.

"Brother...... I don't believe it, I don't believe it! ”

"I know, my brother knows!" Mu Jinbai bent down and hugged the girl horizontally, "Good ...... You're too tired, take a break first! ”

Zhao Yiyi ran over, took the violin from Jun Qing's hand, raised the tent curtain a little high, and Mu Jinbai carefully carried her into the tent for temporary rest, comforting and coaxing like a child.

"Wait, maybe he's been rescued by the ship he encountered...... He said he would call in a moment......"

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Not far away, on the coastal road, dilapidated cars quickly turned to a curve and stopped on the pier side.

The driver's door opened, and Emperor Lin stepped out of the car with a frown.

Glancing around, passing by a worker's shed, he took the baseball cap that he didn't know who threw on the chair and buckled it to his head, and pulled the brim down.

At this time, the rescue team in the port had already begun to evacuate.

After such a long search and rescue without results, the rescue team had to give up.

After all, their job is not just an emperor's landing, there are other people who need them.

"Thank you, thank you!"

Di Siming waved his hand to the bearded man who was in charge, turned his face to look at the tent where Jun Qing was not far away, and sighed.

"Dad, what should we do?" Di Yunbin asked.

"Let's go back to the hotel first, let her toss here alone!"

Di Siming replied to him angrily, and walked in the direction of the car, Di Yunbin was busy chasing after him.

Feng Nuan walked over and held Feng Shen's arm.

"Brother?"

"Let our people go back first, and you can also go back to the hotel to rest first." Feng Shen held the palm that was burned and distressed, "I'll stay for a while and drive back by myself." ”

"Okay, then be careful on the road."

Feng Nuan patted his arm sensibly and led his men to get into the car on the way back.

The overseas person in charge of King's Landing Company looked around, shook his head helplessly, and waved his hand to his subordinates.

"Let's go back first!"

He walked over and picked up the tent, Mu Jinbai raised his palm and waved it at him, signaling him not to disturb Jun Qing.

His eyes fell on the fragile figure in the man's arms, and the person in charge, who had already become a father, shook his head, sat back in the car and left temporarily.

The dock gradually fell silent, and the lights of several tents were dimmed, except for the one where Jun Qing was still lit.

On a dark sandy beach, like an inextinguishable lighthouse.

Zhao Yiyi couldn't control it for a long time, ran to the side and cried by herself, and Xiao Gao chased after her to comfort her.

Dilin climbed over the low wall on the pier and carefully bypassed several tents to the tent with the lights on.

Through the gap in the tent curtain blown by the sea breeze, I looked inside the tent.

In the tent, there were only Mu Jinbai and Jun Qing.

In the car in the distance, I noticed this figure who quietly touched the side of the tent, and the wind was sinking as if someone wanted to be unfavorable to Jun Qing, and his eyebrows jumped heavily.

Pushing the car door, he slipped out of the car and walked around the other side of the tent, raising his hand on the shoulders of the Presence of God, trying to get ahead of the crowd.

The other party backhanded and grabbed his arm.

The wind sank and bowed his knees, and the emperor took a step back and dragged him into the tent with him.

The other grabbed like electricity, trying to choke Feng Shen's throat.

Feng Shen dodged sideways and grabbed his wrist.

Two men, restraining each other.

On the sofa, Mu Jinbai and Jun turned their faces when they heard this.

Seeing that familiar back, Jun jumped out of Mu Jinbai's arms lightly, staring at the tall back in front of him with some uncertainty.

"Old ...... Public?! ”