"For Ting Hui, if there is no Lian'er in this life, what is the meaning of everything in this world?"

A weak scholar, a bastard, a man no more than seventeen years old.

Faced with what Huang Tinghui said.

Both Uncle Daring and Uncle Erzhu were speechless for a long time.

"Husband and wife are like birds in the same forest. When disaster strikes, they fly separately."

This is an old saying, but if you put it now, it makes people laugh.

If you put this matter on yourself.

They probably couldn't let their wife stay in this darkness for even one breath.

"good!"

"Brother Hui, the three of us will separate here!"

"If anyone finds Xiaolian, let's use a bonfire as a warning!"

"If we see a bonfire, we will rush over as soon as possible!"

Uncle Bold and Uncle Erzhu no longer hesitated at this time, and they took the torch from Huang Tinghui's hand.

After Huang Tinghui chose a fork in the road, the three of them walked in three directions.

The cold winter wind was blowing, and orange-red flames were jumping in the cold wind.

Lights the way forward.

Huang Tinghui held the torch and didn't care at all that the cold wind was blowing on him.

"Lian'er, you must be in this direction!"

"You must be good, wait for me, wait for your husband to find you!"

Huang Tinghui thought silently in his heart and walked quickly forward.

…

It was a dark night, accompanied by a cold wind, which made people's cheeks feel a little raw.

Wu Feilian carried a small basket on her back and walked forward step by step.

She didn't expect that the sky would darken so quickly, and the howling of wolves in the distance frightened the little girl.

But at this time, Wu Feilian couldn't walk fast either.

Her foot was sprained and swollen quite a bit.

Without paying attention before, Wu Feilian fell hard.

Her right ankle was severely twisted.

Although she was extremely scared in her heart, the little girl naturally dragged her injured right foot and walked forward step by step through gritted teeth.

"Lian'er, you can do it, you can do it, you are the best..."

"It's okay, it will be okay, you will definitely get home!"

"Don't be afraid, move a little bit, don't be afraid..."

The little girl squeezed her little hands and cheered herself up.

Even so, the little girl still carefully "protected" the small basket she was carrying.

She was afraid that the "pots and jars" in the small basket would be broken again.

These are my husband's mother's favorite things.

It is also the last "thought" left by my husband's mother to my husband.

That day, the snow collapsed the roof and broke all the "pots and pots" in the kitchen.

When the little girl saw the "things" left by her husband and mother, she felt heartbroken for a moment.

It occurred to me that there was a master in the next village who could repair these things.

The little girl carried these "pots and jars" on her back and went to the master to repair them.

But I didn’t expect that this “repair” process would be so “complicated”.

In addition, I was in a hurry to go home and fell hard.

The little girl subconsciously protected the small basket, causing herself to be bruised and bruised, and even her right foot was sprained.

But the little girl was very happy, because those "pots and jars" were not affected at all.

But it was so dark that the little girl couldn't even see the road ahead clearly.

The howling of wolves in the distance seems to be closer. Could they smell themselves?

The little girl's petite body was trembling. Although she was so strong, she thought that she might become food for the wolves.

Thinking that she would never see her husband again, the little girl's body couldn't stop trembling.

She is so scared!

The little face covered with mud and bruised and swollen from being thrown was full of fear and terror.

Dragging her petite body, the little girl walked forward step by step.

At this moment, she wished she could reach home after just a few more steps.

"Husband, Lian'er misses you..." the little girl called softly.

The little girl with her face covered in mud didn't know how long she could hold on.

Why are you so stupid!

It must be delayed until so late!

The little girl regretted it so much!

The little girl walked forward step by step in despair.

A trace of fire appeared not far away, and someone walked towards the little girl's direction with steady steps.

"Is it your husband?" Hope ignited in the little girl's heart. She raised her head and looked up from below.

Is this really your husband?

What caught my eye was a man.

The man was wearing coarse clothes, holding a long knife in his right hand, and a hunting bow slung on his body.

The orange flame was beating in the torch in his hand, illuminating that handsome face.

But the little girl found that the hand holding the torch was constantly trembling.

Looking at the man again, his eyes were slightly red.

It seems that he is trying his best to suppress his emotions.

Step by step!

He stepped towards the little girl's direction, as if he was stepping on the little girl's heart.

"Husband..." the little girl called softly.

The man paid no attention, his lips trembling.

His expression seemed to be a little relaxed, but his emotions were squeezed to the extreme.

"Feilian Wu!!"

"Do you know how worried I am about you?"

"do you know?"

His emotions found an outlet in an instant. Huang Tinghui, holding a torch and trembling, shouted loudly.

His chest was shaking constantly, and even his breathing was vibrating.

God knows how many hypotheses and what-ifs appeared in his mind when he was looking for the little girl?

The worst-case scenario is constantly rehearsed in Huang Tinghui's mind.

He is worried!

He is scared!!

He was afraid that something might happen to the little girl, and he was afraid that he would never see the little girl again in his life.

if!

If we really can’t see the little girl anymore, if something happens to the little girl.

So where should he go?

What should he do?

Hearing Huang Tinghui's roar, the little girl lowered her head.
To be continued...