C18 (2/2)
and Grand Princess Han-shan turned their heads at the same time. It turned out that Qingyuan was using her sharp beak to peck at the beaded flowers on the hair of the servants.
Grand Princess Han-shan's eyes flashed with a smile, he waved his hand at Lu Zhinan and said: ”Go back and rest, don't worry about me.
Lu Zhinan replied with a smile: ”Yes.”
The snowflakes that filled the sky brought with them strong gales as they fell onto the ground. The world was covered in a vast expanse of whiteness.
The treetops were covered with icicles, like clumps of crystal corals.
He leaned on his broad, warm back and listened to the clear crunching of footprints in the snow.
”Dad, are you tired?”
he asked softly.
”Nan Er, Daddy isn't tired. Do you still feel bad? ”
In response to his deep, rich voice.
”It's alright.”
”Just be patient, we'll be home in a while.”
He forced himself to open his eyes, and looked ahead. The ground was covered in snow, and it should be snowing in Jinling.
”Not good, they've caught up.”
His voice tightened as his footsteps abruptly became hurried, as if he was flying through the air.
It was a small cave, small and dark and narrow.
”Nan Er, wait for father here. Father will be back soon.”
A pair of large hands with a thick cocoon lightly caressed his forehead. And then he walked further and further away, as if he had just walked out of his life.
”Father, where are you going …”
”Father …”
Lu Zhinan suddenly opened his eyes and sat up, gasping for breath, his clothes drenched in cold sweat.
He had been woken up by this dream more than once. The scene in the dream was so clear.
Lu Zhinan took a deep breath and called out softly, ”Father.”
No one answered in the empty room.
He smiled bitterly and walked to the window. He lifted his hand to open the window, only to see that the night was dark and the starlight was obscured by thick layers of clouds. The air seemed to have a scorching heat to it. Tomorrow, it might rain, it might not.
Who could predict the future?