Suddenly, a bolt of lightning pierced the sky, followed by a thunderclap. The sudden thunder frightened Lan Meng and Xi Yao and couldn't help leaning back, and because their bodies collided with the table and chair, their heels were unstable, and the two of them fell to the ground almost at the same time.

"Blue Dream!"

"Xi Yao!"

Leaving the sky, Ye Ling quickly stretched out his hand, came to the bottom of the sea to catch the moon, and helped up the two people who were about to fall to the ground.

"Are you alright?" Ye Ling helped Lan Meng and asked anxiously.

At this time, Lan Meng didn't seem to hear Ye Ling's voice, and looked at the two people hugging each other stupidly.

"Brother Tian, I'm so scared!" Xi Yao snuggled delicately in Litian's arms, choking quietly.

"It's all right." Litian carefully comforted the frightened Xi Yao, and never looked up at Lan Meng from beginning to end.

Lan Meng closed his eyes deeply, and a cold teardrop slipped silently from the corner of his eye. When he opened his eyes, Lan Meng thanked Ye Ling with a smile: "Thank you!" ”

Looking at Lan Meng, who was smiling and smiling, a tingling sensation penetrated Ye Ling's heart, and he responded bitterly: "No thanks." ”

"Miss, let's go home, it's going to rain." Xi Yao's personal ring, Xiao Cui, suddenly walked in from outside the door.

"Brother Tian, let's go back!" Xi Yao looked at the sky coquettishly.

"Hmm." Litian responded gently, and then looked up at Lan Meng, with an expression of wanting to speak and stopping.

"Lord Wang, go back first, I still have some things to do." Lan Meng looked at Litian with a smile on her face, but who knew that her heart was dripping with blood and tears.

"Okay then." Litian didn't say anything more, and helped Xi Yao to walk to the carriage outside the door.

Looking at the carriage that had gone away, Lan Meng politely said goodbye to Ye Ling: "Ye Gongzi, it seems that Lan Meng can't accompany him today, I still have something to do, so I'll go first." After saying that, he called out to Ling'er, and then walked out into the street.

Not far from the noodle shop, raindrops the size of beans flew down from the sky. Lan Meng looked up at the sky and let the rain slap painfully on his face. I was asking: God, are you crying for me?

"Princess, you go to the eaves to shelter from the rain first, and Ling'er will come to pick you up when she goes back and gets an umbrella." After Ling'er finished speaking, she went straight to the noodle shop.

Lan Meng walked quietly in the rain, the pain in her heart reached the depths of her soul, I don't know if it was the rain, or tears hazy her eyes.

Not far behind her, a white figure silently followed.

"Childe, you don't want to die, you'll get sick like this." Ye Feng held an umbrella and scolded worriedly beside Ye Ling. Every time he stretched out his umbrella, Childe would push it away. Looking at the two people in front of him and behind him in the heavy rain, Ye Feng didn't know whether to hate God's ruthlessness or complain about his son's affection.

Ye Ling looked at Lan Meng, who was strolling in the merciless rain, and his heart ached so much that he couldn't wait to hug her into his arms. But reason tells him that she is already someone else's wife. However, what is often difficult for people to control is their own heart, and what he can do now is just to accompany her silently.

"Princess, why don't you go to shelter from the rain, look at yourself, you're soaking wet." Ling'er complained while busy wringing out the rain on Lan Meng's dress.

"Ling'er, you don't have to be busy in vain. Princess Ben is very happy today, so let me bathe in the rain! After saying that, Lan Meng laughed heartily and ran happily in the rain. provoked Ling'er to follow behind and shouted: "Princess, don't be like this, you will get sick." ”

"Childe, let's go back too." Ye Feng held an umbrella to cover the top of Ye Ling's head, and the rain poured down along the umbrella pattern.

"Well, let's go."

Tearful eyes asked Huahua silently, and the red flew over the swing.

- Ouyang Xiu