Xirong floating dust listen to Duan Jintian's words, also looked around, just really strange.

Every time he came to see his father, there was no such wind or fog.

And just that cloud seems to have a different color.

He felt as if his father was looking at him.

Maybe it's father and son, maybe it's a little telepathic. He really felt that his father was watching him just now.

Duan Jintian finishes his words and continues to burn paper money for Xi Rong ziye.

She felt the silence of Xilong floating dust beside her, blinked her eyes and said, "brother dust, what's the matter with you?"

There was something wrong with the look of Xi Rong floating dust just now.

Xi Rong Fu Chen touched Duan Jin Tian's hair and said, "I just had a strange feeling that my father was looking at us."

Duan Jintian heard a lot of stories from her parents, Xie's family and the black dragon party.

So she knows that the world is also very mysterious and fantastic.

Some of them can't be explained by science, but it doesn't mean that none of them exist.

Her eyes brightened. "Did Uncle hear us? Will uncle be happy to see us? "

Xi Rong Fu Chen nodded, looked at Duan Jin sweetly and said, "well, my father must be happy to see us. He will be very pleased."

He remembers that when he was a child, his father once said that it would be good if he could be with aunt Bai's daughter.

This meeting Xi Rong floating dust remembers this sentence, in the heart rises a strange emotion.

He looked at the air with hot eyes and said in his heart: "father, don't worry, I will be with Tiantian well. The things you worry about won't happen. I know what is the most important to me."

After a while in the cemetery, the air was still a little cold at night.

And it's a chilly feeling.

Xi Rong Fu Chen is worried that Duan Jin Tian's body can't stand it. After a while, he takes Duan Jin Tian back.

……

In another parallel world

F University

dormitory 306 on the third floor of boys' dormitory building

"ziye, ziye, wake up, wake up, why are you still sleeping?"

When Xi Rong ziye is pushed to wake up, he is still in a daze and has a very painful feeling.

He seemed to have exhausted all his strength, very tired and panting hard.

"Ziye, are you sick? Why are you so pale? I said, "don't take so many jobs. You still have to cherish your body. Your body is the capital of revolution."

Xi Rong ziye listens to the voice in a trance, and then slowly recovers, because the voice is really familiar.

Familiar and strange, because he has not heard this voice for a long time.

His roommate Chi Wencheng is a warm-hearted and talkative person.

At that time, he always felt that he was talking too much, but now when he listened, his heart became hot and his eyes became hot.

He stared at the people in front of him. They couldn't believe it. It was really his eyebrows.

Did he dream? Or is it floating here?

"What's the matter with you, ziye?"

Chi Wencheng reaches out to touch Rong ziye's head. He always feels that this man is confused when he sleeps.

I'm not sick, am I?

Chi Wencheng knows that Rong ziye's mind is too heavy, and there are many things on his mind.

"Zi ye, don't think about Zhuang Su Su all day long. She's gone. This woman is not worth thinking about. If you want me to say, Bai Yao is very nice. Don't be cold to others. She's always a girl and has self-esteem."