Heroes of the Fantasy World

Chapter 197 The Beginning of a Dream

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This three-person reception forced the brothers and sisters of the Zhao family to say goodbye to their friends for a long time. When they meet next time, it will be half a month later.

In the past half month, Bai Feng and the others have indeed accomplished a lot, exposing many conspiracies and schemes.

In order to explain the ins and outs of these things clearly, it is necessary to start with how Baifeng and the others gradually adapted to the prosperous and comfortable life in Yuyi Town.

It is said that after Murong Yan learned that Bai Feng would secretly go out to drink to relieve his worries, she planned to stay by his side all day, just to let his wounds heal as soon as possible.

Even though the guest rooms of the two of them were not far away, Murong Yan still insisted on her own opinion.If there are no other necessary things on weekdays, she will definitely appear in Baifeng's room, sometimes playing the piano and flute with her; sometimes singing poetry together; sometimes entertaining visiting guests together.Even when they went out, they were in pairs, so that Baifeng had no chance of escaping.

During the day, they would open all the doors and windows in the house, and openly welcome anyone to come as a guest.

There are many tourists and businessmen from all over the world stranded in Zhao's house. These people come and go in a hurry, and they open and close their mouths with business knowledge and ways to make a fortune. It makes people feel like a sage who knows everything.

But these people who drive their bodies to act because of greedy desires seem to be unable to appreciate the subtle emotions conveyed in the harmony of the zither and flute.Whenever they pass by the room where Bai Feng and Murong Yan are, they will always chatter in low voices, as if deliberately disturbing others' cleanliness.

In contrast, in many cases, it is the children of these wealthy businessmen who can better understand the contentment and happiness contained in the rhythm.

A few seven- and eight-year-old children would often lie outside the window, tiptoe, and secretly look into the house.I don't know if it was attracted by the lingering sound, or simply because of curiosity.

They stood there neatly, some held their elbows and pressed their chins, listening intently; some hid in a corner, only showing the upper half of their faces, so that they could see clearly who was playing the music.

At first, those children would scramble to discuss other people's looks and show their innocent side.

"That big sister looks like a fairy, I want to be like that in the future!"

"On the contrary, that elder brother looks terrible, and there is a scar on the corner of his mouth."

"What do you know! I heard from my father that all the swordsmen and swordsmen in the Jianghu look like this-the face is full of murderous looks. I will also learn swords in the future, and then I will go to the Jianghu alone, making everyone afraid of me!"

They should have come here without telling their families, otherwise they wouldn't rush away as soon as they heard any trouble.There have been several times, when Ajuan or Lou Jinghua presented the medicinal soup, all these cute little guys were scared away.

And the young swordsman sitting on the bed couldn't help but feel throbbing when he saw the medicinal soup delivered to him again.Although drinking these medicines can relieve his symptoms of fever and dizziness, these medicines will also make him suffer from frequent nightmares when he closes his eyes and rests.

That's why he looks so scary to a child.

That's why he went to drink too much, thinking that good wine and mash would make his life better, at least it could moisten the scars on the corners of his lips.

Whenever he thinks of this scar, Bai Feng can't help remembering the promise he made, which is a tiny imprint left by a life that has passed away.

He can't forget what he is going to do.This also makes him often trapped in a kind of contradictory emotion-whether to continue the current beautiful status quo, or follow his own will and continue to move forward...

One day, Ajuan walked into the house holding the medicinal soup as scheduled, and the children were scared away again just like the previous few times.However, seeing this scene, Ajuan could still laugh non-stop. As usual, she would definitely have another meal of resentment for this.This is probably because she enjoys the feeling of being liked by others very much, so if she is hated by others, it will naturally be uncomfortable.

Bai Feng and Murong Yan saw that the other party was uncharacteristically, so they naturally asked one by one: "Miss Ajuan, what kind of happy event did Miss Ajuan have today?"

"Isn't it? You're smiling like you've eaten a honeydew melon." Murong Yan then responded, "Brother Feng, after taking this medicine, there's only one medicine left."

"I won't take this medicine. Look, my injuries are all healed..."

After finishing speaking, Bai Feng smoothed off the clothes she was wearing, revealing several long and thin scars, which were newly grown flesh.

Ajuan hurriedly covered her eyes and said, "Oh, Mr. Bai, you want to take off your clothes and don't take them off in front of the servants. How embarrassing it is!"

"Oh... Miss Ajuan, you'd better take the medicinal soup away!" Bai Fenghan smiled and put on her clothes again.

"In such a hurry to drive others away, I would like to ask you for a favor!" Ajuan put the medicinal soup aside, took out a letter from her body, and handed it to Murong Yan, saying, "This is what Boss Han gave me. Yes, my family is illiterate, so I have to ask you to help me find out..."

"Is there a girl named Juan?" Murong Yan opened the letter, immediately read the first sentence, and said: "This is a love poem!"

"Love poems? Someone wrote a love poem for my family? Hahaha...someone wrote a love poem for me!" Ajuan was so happy that she spun around a few times and almost danced. I was so scared that I shunned, no one has ever liked me. Now, my family also has other people who like me... But, my family doesn't like him!"

"Then you have to make it clear to others, otherwise Boss Han will be very sad."

"I said, will he hate me?"

"No, if he really liked you, he wouldn't hate you for this kind of thing."

"Oh." Ajuan agreed obediently: "Then I'll go first, Miss Murong, you're so kind!"

After the two girls talked, Ajuan went back with the medicinal soup.

Once again, only Bai Feng and Murong Yan were left in this room.

After the children saw Ajuan walking away, they thought the music would sound again, so they went back to the window again.Unexpectedly, those two did not continue to play the piano and flute. This time even the "fairy" sister began to look dignified, as if they were discussing something important.

"Yan'er, I've been having the same nightmare these days. I'm afraid that I won't be able to kill Sima Tu, and I'm afraid that I'll make a mistake and let the accident completely destroy our current stable life. I don't know what to do... "

"I believe in your decision, Brother Feng." Murong Yan sat on the edge of the bed and looked at each other: "If it weren't for you, Yan'er would have died at the hands of those bandits who blocked the road. So, as long as I follow you, Even mountains of knives and seas of fire are nothing to fear!"

After Bai Feng heard this, he immediately showed a long-lost smile. It turned out that he was worried that the other party would go against his wish, which never existed.

"You! Just rest for another day, and then go to help Miss Lou, understand?"

"Understood, I will never sneak a sip of wine! Hahaha...Hey, you little brat over there, have you seen enough!"

Seeing the heroes and fairies in the dream, the child in front of the window exclaimed, "Run!", and immediately raised a bustling dust, and ran to another place to play.

(End of this chapter)