Quickly wear the fishing style beauty be again

During the two days when Gu Zhuo'an was in a daze in the hospital, Gu Qinghe and Xiao He helped fill the gap in Gu's capital chain with the things Yan Qingning gave him previously. At present, there are only some simple finishing tasks left to deal with.

"Second Uncle, I really doubt that you deliberately got caught in the rain because you didn't want to work, just so that Uncle Xiao and I could help you work for free!"

Gu Qinghe's complaining voice sounded in the empty ward, but Gu Zhuoan, who was lying quietly in the ward, still didn't react at all.

"Master Gu Qinghe, Mr. Gu needs a quiet environment to rest." Xiao He couldn't help but stepped forward and took out the chattering Lu Qinghe, without giving him a chance to say another word.

The ward returned to calm, Gu Zhuoan's fingertips moved, and two lines of clear tears fell from his dark eyes the moment he opened them.

He just had a dream. He dreamed that his little fish was telling the story he had told at the beach; he dreamed that his little fish said that the little fish was not brave at all; he dreamed that his little fish was slow and slow. Stepping into the sea, he said to him, Gu Zhuoan, I'm going home...

This dream was strange and bizarre, but he felt it was frighteningly real.

Gu Zhuoan flicked the needle stuck on the back of his hand, got out of bed and put on a pair of shoes casually, and ran towards the seaside almost in a panic.

Xiao He and Gu Qinghe didn't react for a moment, and they saw Gu Zhuan staggering outside, holding his still sick body, as if he was crazy.

Fortunately, Xiao He was agile and caught him in time.

"Mr. Gu, please calm down."

Gu Qinghe wiped the sweat from his forehead and panted as he looked at Gu Zhuo'an who was not quite sober: "Second uncle, tell us where you want to go. Wouldn't it be better for Uncle Xiao and I to take you there?"

"go to beach……"

"I'm going to the beach to find my little fish..."

Gu Zhuoan's eyes were bloodshot, and he couldn't even recognize the reality in front of him. He stubbornly grabbed Xiao He's arm and begged humbly over and over again: "Take me to the beach... I want to find my little fish... My little fish is in the sea..."

His spirit was obviously not normal anymore. Xiao He and Gu Qinghe did not dare to provoke him anymore and drove him to the beach.

It was damp and cold on the beach in the early morning, and there was no one there for a while.

Gu Zhuoan got out of the car in a hurry and ran to a place almost instinctively.

Without looking at the road, he tripped over a transparent umbrella and fell into the wet, cold sand, taking a mouthful of sand and mud.

But he didn't stop. He crawled in one direction on his hands and feet, digging into the sand and mud with red eyes. Until he touched the golden hair on his fingertips, he smoothed the sand and mud bit by bit, and buried deep in the sand and mud. The people in it were dug out.

Gu Zhuoan carefully held his body and wiped his muddy face little by little. The more he wiped, the more his eyes turned red: "My little fish is the most beautiful little fish in the world." …”

He could feel that his eyes were so sore, but he couldn't cry. He could only feel the thick mist condensing in his eyes, blurring his vision: "Little Yu'er, be good, I'll tell you a story..."

"A long time ago, there was a very, very beautiful little fish in the deepest part of the sea..."

He gently told this kind of fairy tale to coax children, as if doing so would make Yan Qingning open her eyes again and respond to him.

Xiao He and Gu Qinghe leaned against the car, and no one stepped forward to disturb Gu Zhuo'an from falling into this sad atmosphere.

The two of them are the main people who collected the "Collection and Market Valuation of the Formation and Market Valuation of the Blood and Tears of the Shark", so they naturally know that the Shark who sheds his blood and tears will not live long.

But Gu Zhuo'an didn't know that his past made him only focus on the interests itself, instead of focusing on other things.

If they didn't tell the truth, Gu Zhuo'an would just think that Yan Qingning couldn't stand the hoarse voice, so he chose to end his life by drowning in the sea.

Gu Zhuoan gently held Yan Qingning's body and told stories to comfort the child one after another, but could not receive any response from Yan Qingning.

Strings of tears slipped down little by little, dripping on the beach, blending with the waves brought by the sea, without any proof of their existence.

His little fish is delicate and loves beauty, and can't bear to have ugly scars on her face...

His little fish is cute and playful, and always wants to go to the human world...

His little fish is lazy and fun-loving, and always likes to play hide-and-seek with him from time to time...

"Xiao Yu'er, have you gone home?" Gu Zhuo'an gently stroked his delicate eyebrows, and his voice was deliberately very soft, so he could not hear it at all on the beach with rough waves.

"Xiaoyu'er, I actually raised a golden little fish. It's very similar to you, and it's not afraid of me either..."

"Xiao Yu'er, is your hometown nice?"

"My hometown is very ugly. Can you take me to your home to see it?"

"Xiao Yu'er, can I tell you another story?" He buried his head on the cold side of Yan Qingning's neck, suppressing the sobs in his throat, and forced out a smile: "There was once a stupid and greedy... Little frog, this little frog saw a beautiful little fish, and wanted to coax the little fish with sweet words, but the little fish was too beautiful, and the little frog fell into it while coaxing the little fish. .

But the little frog was too stupid. He couldn't recognize his feelings for the little fish, so he hurt the little fish again and again. He didn't realize his feelings for the little fish until he hurt the little fish until he was covered with bruises. emotion. "

"The little frog tried every means to make up for the little fish, but the little fish had begun to be afraid of the kindness given by the little frog..."

His throat was dry and hoarse, but there was always a forced bitter smile on his lips: "In the end, before the little frog had time to truly confess his love to the little fish, the little fish drowned in the sea... …”

Gu Zhuoan gently held Yan Qingning's body and walked towards the sea step by step, just like Yan Qingning died in his dream, letting the sea water cover his ankles, his knees, and his waist...

He had no fear of death and walked slowly towards the sea. He looked at the pale face in his arms gently and coaxed him like a child: "I raised a little fish, a very beautiful little fish... …”

The cold water gradually covered his neck, and the waves that crashed from time to time filled his mouth and nose.

Gu Zhuoan's eyes were still as gentle as before, but there was no longer any life in those dark eyes.

He drowned in the cold water and allowed the cold water to swallow him up. The bitter smile on his lips gradually turned into relief.

——Beautiful little fish, have you gone home?

——If you haven’t arrived home yet, can you wait a moment? There is a clumsy frog looking for you...

Xiaobai: [The mission target’s love value is +10, and the current love value is 100. 】