Lin Zhongyu couldn't take care of it, and asked urgently.

Ouyang Furong dropped a sentence: "Little junior sister, just like you, unconscious!" and ran out crying.

In a word, a heart, fell to the ground.

Lin Zhongyu was in a hurry, and found a few clothes at the bedside and put them on haphazardly.

When I got out of bed, I didn't take a few steps before I felt dizzy and fell to the ground. Lin Zhongyu staggered up, walked to the door, and opened it forcefully.

The rain was howling, and the sky was like ink.

The faint fragrance of purple mandala, the towering giant trees in the courtyard, drooping down the wet and shiny leaves, swaying in the slight wind. Lin Zhongyu walked into the rain with a cough.

Turn the small door.

Seeing the familiar path, Lin Zhongyu didn't dare to move.

There are more than a dozen bamboo houses in front, standing side by side, but they are on the side of the east chamber, revealing a faint light. Lin Zhongyu slowly walked to the door and lightly buckled twice.

The "squeak" door opened.

Liang Ercong's face was gloomy, and he was wearing a plain green robe, standing there. Seeing Lin Zhongyu, standing wet in the rain, although he was a little happy, he was instantly submerged.

Lin Zhongyu let out a low voice: "Fourth Senior Brother" and walked in.

Once inside, the light came on. Walking through the study, I arrived at Sophie's boudoir.

Su Chenghai and Lin Wanqiu sat on the side of the couch, Lu Yifeng, Fang Cun'an, and Ouyang Furong, who was full of tears, stood gloomily, and finally Liang Ercong quietly walked behind Lin Zhongyu.

This is a very familiar place, this place is as warm as yesterday. On the soft couch, Sophie's beautiful eyes were slightly closed, holding the empty mulberry mirror that Lin Zhongyu had dropped on the ring in her hand, lying on the couch so peacefully. Unexpectedly, he was shocked to find the world's miracle doctor Ram Tingfeng standing there, frowning.

Lin Zhongyu ran over with an arrow step, grabbed the placket of Ram Tingfeng's clothes, and said, "Didn't you cure Senior Sister?" The ram pavilion was motionless, allowing Lin Zhongyu to punch and kick.

"Yu'er!!!" A deep and old voice stopped him, and Lin Zhongyu turned around and saw Master Su Chenghai with a sad face. Lin Wanqiu sat on the side, there seemed to be tears in her eyes.

Lin Zhongyu let go of the ram pavilion windbreaker and walked to Sophie's couch. Quietly staring at the silent fairy, her eyes fell on the empty mulberry mirror that she held with both hands, the slender jade fingers looked a little pale because she was too hard, who wanted to snatch the treasure in her hand.

Lin Zhongyu bent down, looked at Sophie stupidly, and said, "Senior sister, I, I'm here to see you." ”

"Why don't you speak, don't you ask me to review my homework every time I come?"

"Actually, I secretly memorized the Wasteland Sutra this month. But I don't want to sue you, because as soon as I sue you, you're going to ask me to memorize a scripture. ”

"Don't be angry. It's me who is not good, don't ignore me. Ignore me!"

"Senior Brother Tingfeng, you're also standing here, don't you want to see him?"

"I remember one time I ...... Senior sister hit me on the head...... Now come and hit me, I won't hide. I don't have to hold my head in my hands anymore......"

......

Lin Zhongyu was talking to herself, tears flowed down, fell to the ground, and fell in everyone's hearts.

Everyone looked at Lin Zhongyu's appearance, although he was seriously injured and had just recovered, no one could bear to come forward to persuade him.

How many people are crying in this black night.

As the night deepened, Su Chenghai persuaded Lin Zhongyu to go back in late autumn, but Lin Zhongyu refused. The Ram Pavilion Wind Channel, Sophie, may wake up when she hears Lin Zhongyu's words. Only Lin Zhongyu was left depressed, sitting on Sophie's couch and talking to herself.

It was late at night, and the lights in the house were gently flickering.

Suddenly, there was a "clang", and the wind opened the window. The dim lights were extinguished at once, and the room was darkened.

The cold wind blew in, Lin Zhongyu's body shivered for a while, and in the darkness, Lin Zhongyu could see the surrounding things vaguely. The books piled up in the room, and the calligraphy and paintings hanging on the dark walls were tumbling around. The half-open window squeaked and swayed back and forth in the darkness.

Walking to the window, the cold wind and rain hit his face, and it was cold. But I saw that the sky was incomparably high and deep, and it was as black as ink. The purple mandala flowers in the courtyard swayed left and right in the wind, and the crackling raindrops smashed on the bamboo roof with a chaotic sound.

At this time, there was a faint sharp roar, which got into the ears of the jade in the forest who was closing the window, thinking that it was the sound of the wind blowing the twigs, but it was quite creepy. Lin Zhongyu didn't believe in this ghost and god, and his heart couldn't help but be worried.

Strangely,

"Crispy hands...... Upside down... Floating ...... Dream, laughing...... Column...... Gong Shang... There are jade pipes, and several immortals ...... Dance. Small mirror ...... Yaotai ...... Who counts?...... Thousands of miles away...... One step ...... Zephyr ........."

A faint, vague singing voice came. Lin Zhongyu couldn't help but be surprised when he listened carefully, because this song was a gloomy requiem that Sophie had told him after his return, and asked him not to pass it on to others. Now in the dead of night, where did the wise men and gentlemen come from, singing softly in this stormy and bleak night.

But when Lin Zhongyu listened carefully, he disappeared again. Close the window and light the lamp. Lin Zhongyu shook his head and said, it must be his own illusion. Sitting next to Sophie, she snorted a few times and fell into a deep sleep. Soon after he fell asleep, he felt someone slapping his hand.

Lin Zhongyu opened his eyes, but saw that the sky was a little gray, thinking that it was a bright color. But I saw that the room was full of people at this moment, and the master and the lady were looking at an old man with a white beard and white hair with a worried face. The ram pavilion stood respectfully behind the old man. Come to think of it, this person's identity must be extraordinary.

But he saw that the old man's eyes were warm and bright, and he looked at Lin Zhongyu, the light in his eyes flashed, and then he looked at Sophie lying on the sickbed.

Lin Zhongyu stood up and saluted, opening his mouth to speak, but was stopped by the old man. Then he took out a ball of silver light from his arms, brushed it on Sophie's wrist, closed his eyes, and was silent.

At this moment, the air in the room suddenly froze, and Lin Zhongyu felt as if his heart was being grabbed by something, and he couldn't let go for a moment.

However, when I saw Sophie's pretty face, for some reason, it suddenly turned red.

Su Chenghai's body trembled slightly, Lin Wanqiu covered his chest on his side, and Ouyang Furong grabbed Lin Zhongyu's shoulder with her big hand and fell deeply. However, Lin Zhongyu didn't realize it, just stared at it with wide eyes.

As if waiting for something to happen!

At this moment, a quiet call came, but Sophie saw her eyebrows frowning slightly, and her eyelashes trembling slightly. Suddenly, everyone's eyes lit up, and Sophie's water-like eyes opened, like a clear lightning bolt in the night sky, piercing the sky. I saw her eyes wandering and looking around at everyone. What do you seem to be looking for?

Suddenly, her gaze froze. A figure was fixed behind everyone, and people looked at it in unison