At the same time, Chixiao still has a sentence in his heart.

"'The merchant girl doesn't know the hatred of the country, and she still sings the backyard flower across the river', I don't want to let myself become such a person."

He lazily lay on his stomach and laughed: "I didn't expect it, my ideological consciousness is quite high." ”

Gu Qingjing chuckled a few times and nodded yes.

They were lazy, leaning, counting the minutes and seconds passing, and the silence seemed like eternity.

When Chixiao woke up, it was late at night.

Suddenly, he sensed that Gu Qingjing was stuffing something into his hand.

"What?"

He asked.

Gu Qingjing didn't speak, held his sleepy face, and kissed the corner of his lips.

In the darkness, he couldn't see the man's affectionate eyes, but he could sense the reluctance of the silence spreading in the air.

Chixiao felt that he should be awake at this time, but he didn't know why his consciousness was getting more and more dizzy, and his limbs were too tired to lift up.

This night, he slept very unsteadily.

I dreamed of many pictures of war, unknown soldiers died bravely, some of them were husbands, some were fathers, some were sons, their faces were young or vicissitudes, and their eyes were full of fear and reluctance.

The fear of war, and the reluctance to give up life.

Later, he found that Gu Qingjing also had such eyes.

He just stared at the sky like that.

He fell to his knees beside him, and no matter how much he shouted, he didn't respond.

After a long time, Chixiao found that he had a big hole in his chest, he couldn't plug the hole, and pressed his palm down, and the bright red hot blood kept seeping out from his fingers.

No.

Don't.

He shouted frantically, only to find that the cries and shouts around him were completely drowned out by waves.

This war-swept world has become a hell on earth, and God can no longer hear the suffering of mankind.

Eventually, his throat was hoarse, he could no longer make a sound, and the hot blood grew cold in his palm.

Has his mission failed?

In the haze, a ray of light seeped in.

Chixiao woke up.

He rubbed his drowsy head and got out of bed.

After sitting for a while, he made sure through the furnishings in the room that he hadn't shuttled to another dimension, that he was still here.

But where is this?

There was a loud sound of waves in his ears, and he crawled out with his head propped up.

The sound of people talking in his ears made him understand his current situation.

He's on a giant ship now.

This luxury cruise ship was the property of foreign merchants who now fled overseas on this ship to escape the impending war.

He came all the way.

Most of the people were talking about life in a foreign country, some were very sad, worried about the lack of food habits, language barriers, and some were originally students who had returned from studying abroad, patting their chests to promise that they would take on the role of translators.

Chi Xiao found that there were still a few faces in the crowd, he was quite familiar, they were the aunts and wives of Gu Mingdong of the Gu family, he was able to board this broken ship It seems that Gu Qingjing has spent some effort, otherwise where would he be qualified to sit on the same boat with this group of wives.

Chixiao gritted his teeth and scolded.

Bastard.

Unexpectedly, this sentence attracted an acquaintance.

"Yo, Boss Yu."

Distance.

The person who came over in a suit and tie with a red wine glass was Gu Qingyu.

"It's really you, you were the same person in my brother's room in the first place."

He didn't see people clearly at that time, but after leaving, he saw a corner of his clothes, which was an embroidered picture of the Peony Pavilion.