Chapter 654 I'm Afraid the Son Is Gone

Gradually, he felt that his body was not as warm as before, and even his strength was not as strong.

"A Ning, let me see you again."

He gently stroked Shen Qingci's face.

His heart has been calm all his life, nothing will imprint anything on his heart, his nature is cold, but only she is the most special.

A Ning, if I'm gone, who else in this world can really treat you well?

"Don't cry."

His fingertips touched her face, and it was warm between the tentacles.

"Well, like your mother, I will watch you from the sky."

He grabbed her hand again, "Hold tight..."

"Don't let go."

Shen Qingci's fingers loosened, but she was clenched and placed on the tree pole again.

She squeezed his hand tightly, but all that was left was the coldness of his fingertips and the force of the flood.

And the last thing that fell into her eyes was the hand he let go, and the body that was gradually swallowed by the flood.

Suddenly, she let go of her hand, but a silver light fell into her eyes. She lowered her head and looked at the token hanging on her chest, and then she clenched the token and bit herself The back of his hand cried, even biting the back of his hand into a bloody mess.

In the distance, there is still a boundless flood, and her lying there, even if one hand is broken and hurts, it is still biting and still hurting.

When she opened her eyes again, it was already dark, and she was the only one left here, and she clenched the token in her hand. Looking at the flood that passed by, he put the back of his hand to his mouth, and then bit down hard.

Biting out of pain, biting out of hate, but also biting out blood.

Lying on top of the stone, she also used to hold up some flood water, then put it to her mouth, and drank it one by one. I don't know what was added to the flood water, she was still drinking, and she didn't care if she drank it. what?

She found some dead fish in the flood. There was no fire and no seasoning. She shrunk there and ate it bit by bit, as if she was ignorant and could not taste the taste.

Until she took out the token again and put it on her face, as if someone's fingers were caressing her cheek.

warm, warm...

The flood is receding day by day, and since this day, even God has stopped raining.

The flood in Pingyang this year did not break the levee, but Prince Shuo Liao Hengju and Princess Shuo Shen Qingci disappeared by accident by the Xun River and disappeared without a trace.

The sun's light, warmly fell, is this an October day or a November day.

"Hey..."

A large golden eagle swooped down, and finally landed on this big rock, and with its long mouth, lightly poked the face of the woman on the rock.

"Haw..."

The golden eagle was in a hurry. It opened its wings and covered the woman's body, as if it were a quilt for her.

The over-warm sun shone down, Shen Qingci opened his eyes, his body was warm, what is this?

"Haw..."

Seeing her awake, the golden eagle jumped up on the stone happily.

"You came."

She spoke silently, and opened her mouth. Although there was no sound, it still stabbed her throat, and it was painful.

The golden eagle tilted his bird's head, then opened his wings, and flew out again.

Shen Qingci lay on the stone and stared at the sun without blinking.

"Do you know how hard it is to live?"

"But why do you keep me alive?"

"Hey..."

No matter how the golden eagle came over, he placed the small fish in his mouth in front of Shen Qingci.

Shen Qingci took the small fish, put it in her mouth, and ate it. This is how she came here in the past few days.

He drank the rainwater at first, but then he drank the flood water along with the sand, and ate dead fish, as well as weeds and tree roots pulled from the flood water.

It's hard to live.

It's harder to live.

She was eating small fish, but when she saw the golden eagle's black eyes, tears fell one by one.

Do you know how hard it is to live?

She kept asking, but who could give her an answer.

I know it's hard to live, but I still have to live.

She doesn't even have the right to end her own life, because her life was given by him.

She grabbed her chest with one hand and bit the fish with the other...

She tore off a corner of her clothes, bit her finger, and wrote on it, and then tied the corner to the neck of the golden eagle.

The golden eagle patted her face with his own wings again, and this is how he flapped his wings and flew up...

I don't know how long it has passed, but it seems to be half a month, it seems to be a day, and it seems that it is only a few hours.

It's Madam, I don't know who shouted, like Changqing's voice.

Shen Qing opened his eyes, and then clenched the token hanging around his neck.

"Brother Yunyi, look, I survived."

She lay flat on the rock, her eyes still looking up at the sky.

Mother, have you seen him?

Mother, A Ning is so bitter.

Mother, A Ning doesn't want to live anymore.

At this time, a person lightly landed on the stone, but the stone seemed to shake.

No, the man hurriedly exclaimed and immediately picked him up. Not long after he left, with a bang, the big stone meant that it fell into the flood. Although the flood had receded now, But there is still a period of time before the full retreat. If it falls, there will be no bones left.

"How is Madam?" Changqing hurried over.

But when he saw Shen Qingci, who was being held in Chang Geng's arms, he felt like he wanted to cry, and his eyes couldn't help but heat up. I wiped my tears, so as not to look too ugly.

And now Shen Qingci is really pitiful, almost all of her body has no good skin, the backs of her hands, wrists, face and neck are almost all injured.

But it's only been a few days, so thin that he has taken off his shape, and the clothes on his body have been shredded one by one.

"Let's go back first," Chang Geng said, and then walked forward.

"But son..."

Changqing didn't understand why Shen Qingci was here, but the son wasn't there?

"The son is not here."

Chang lowered his head, and his eyes also saw the token that Shen Qingci was hanging on his neck. This is, the son's...

"How is it possible, she is all..."

Changqing suddenly interrupted Chang Geng's words, and he didn't believe what Chang Geng was trying to convey.

"If he were here, would he leave his wife alone?"

Chang Geng's pace paused for a while, and he turned his head, also looking at the flood that had not yet completely receded behind him. Young Master cared about her the most, how could he let a person suffer here and suffer.

There is also the token of the son, I am afraid that the son has already...