Chapter 135

Seeing the photos of Song Fei going in and out of Yanjiang's house, song porcelain's heart is finally at ease. Song Fei conceals the fact that she has woken up. Song porcelain is really angry, but the fact that Song Fei has woken up is exciting.

Han Zhan takes Song Ci's mobile phone and puts it in his trouser pocket. "Don't play with your mobile phone. It's near the top of the mountain. You can see the Tianchi Lake immediately."

Song porcelain was so excited that she wanted to cry. Song porcelain was heartbroken at the thought that her elder sister could have survived but was killed by Mu Mian. Song Fei survived. Song porcelain wanted to thank God and Han Zhan.

Song porcelain suddenly hugged Han Zhan and, regardless of other people's eyes, buried his cheek in Han Zhan's neck socket. He choked and said to Han Zhan: "you are a lucky star, Han brother, you are my lucky star!"

Han Zhan understood why Song Ci was thanking her. He gently stroked Song Ci's short hair and said to her, "have a good time today. I'll go back and have a good talk with Song Fei."

"Good."

"Go to the top first. When you come, you have to see the Tianchi Lake."

"Good."

Standing on the top of the mountain with Han Zhan and looking out at the spectacular Tianchi Lake, song porcelain was a little scared and his legs were shaking. She secretly pinched Han Zhan's coat sleeve, Han Zhan's eyes puzzled to see, "what's the matter with you?"

Looking at the magnificent landscape in front of her, song porcelain whispered, "I feel afraid. I don't know when I became particularly afraid of the deep sea. Tianchi looks very beautiful, but it makes me feel terrible and has a kind of scalp numbness. "

Without noticing Han Zhan's worried eyes, Song Ci rubbed the goose bumps on his arm and said, "I can't imagine how desperate it would be if someone fell into this pool of heaven..."

as he spoke, song porcelain was suddenly hugged by Han Zhan.

Seeing Han Zhan and song porcelain cuddling and hugging, song Shiqing and the three of them walked away very considerate and did not disturb them.

Han Zhan asked song porcelain, "were you afraid of the sea before?"

Song porcelain shakes his head, "I used to ride a yacht on the sea, I'm not afraid." She's been diving in the sea.

Han Zhan realized that song porcelain was tense. He patted her arm placidly and asked her, "when did you start to be afraid of this kind of thing?"

After thinking about it carefully, song porcelain said, "in my last life, when I was dying, my car rolled down to the cliff of yulongyuan river. The cliff was a slope. I was thrown out by the car and hit a hard rock. My bones were broken. I was in pain and wanted to call for help, but I couldn't call it out. That night, it rained and the river was rolling. One of my feet was immersed in the water. The river kept scouring my legs. It felt terrible

"Since then, I have goose bumps when I see pictures of deep pools and deep waters." With her eyes closed, song porcelain held Han Zhan's wrist tightly. She sighed, "it's me that's useless..."

Han Zhan's chin rubbed against song porcelain's head, and he held her closer. "Nonsense, you're great. It's great that you still have the courage to stand in front of Mu Mian

Because of song porcelain's deep sea phobia, Han Zhan and song porcelain went down the mountain early. That night, they took a private plane back to wangjiangshan airport, and it was already dark.

Song porcelain and Han Zhan came out of the passage side by side, and as soon as they looked up, they saw Song Fei.

Song Fei is standing on the edge of a column outside the airport hall. She is wearing a black sports wind halter top. Her waist and legs are exposed as white as jade. She is wearing a loose black hooded leather coat, and her short hair is pressed with her hat.

Song's long legs are lazy and proud.

After seeing Song Fei, song porcelain suddenly stopped.

She was stupefied at the same place, and did not dare to move closer.

Staring at that decadent and aloof woman, song porcelain eyes are reluctant to blink. She stares at Song Fei, afraid that she will disappear in a blink of an eye like a wisp of smoke.

If feeling something, Song Fei looks up.

Seeing Han Zhan and song porcelain, Song Fei's pupils tremble. Song Fei subconsciously stood up straight, and raised his hand to take off the hat on his head, and then looked at Song porcelain nervously.

When the hat was removed, the Qing City's face hidden under the short hair was exposed. The picturesque eyebrows and eyes of song porcelain were the same, but they were always engraved with pride and coldness.

Song porcelain stood stubborn and silent in the same place, saying nothing, nor moving forward, but tearful eyes whirled.

After several seconds of silence, Song Fei's slender right arm suddenly rises. With the palm of her right hand facing up, her five fingers curled up, and she made a move to song porcelain. Her cold voice jumped out of her red lips: "Song porcelain, come to my sister."

Hearing Song Fei's words, song porcelain is like an arrow missing the target. It runs away from Han Zhan and flies towards Song Fei. Song porcelain falls on Song Fei's body. Song Fei can't bear the rapid small shell, and his back is hit by the cylinder.

Song Fei snorted softly.

Song porcelain was so excited that she didn't notice her sister's pain. She hugged Song Fei's neck tightly. Without speaking, she bit Song Fei's shoulder.Song Fei hissed, but he didn't push away song porcelain.

The mouth that song porcelain bit Song Fei's shoulder is very hard at first, which makes Song Fei feel a kind of pain to be torn off. But soon, the strength gradually became lighter and smaller, and some warm tears fell on Song Fei's shoulder.

Realizing that it was song porcelain crying, Song Fei's cool and proud color gradually faded.

In her eyes, the frost melted and covered with a layer of love. "What are you crying about, little fool?" Song Fei wants to knead song porcelain's head. When she raises her arm, she finds that song porcelain is even higher than her.

Song Fei really felt that the eight years had really passed. The little things that used to be shorter than her were taller than her.

Song Fei was not happy.

"Sister..." Song porcelain hammered the hammer, Song Fei's thin and vulnerable back, choked: "I thought you really don't want me..." Song porcelain's broken voice made Song Fei feel pity.

"Don't cry." Song Fei's consolation was dry.

Song porcelain head in Song Fei's neck fossa to rub, tears and snot are rubbed to Song Fei's body.

Song Fei had some dislike, but he still didn't push aside song porcelain. Song Fei heard song porcelain cry and said, "Song Fei, my parents are gone. Their bodies were treated together with other victims. I only got two urn. I buried them in the back hill of my hometown in Caijia village, and they were buried together

Song porcelain told Song Fei what happened to her parents in light language, but she didn't tell Song Fei how sad she was when she buried her parents in person.

Song Fei is stuck in her throat. She hugs her only sister and blushes. "Well done song porcelain, after death can be buried together, parents will be very happy."

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