Chapter 1100

Rain point is caught by the wind, so hit on the body, does not hurt, is hit people upset.

The flowers on the slope are all crooked and fall all over the ground.

In the dark, the beam of the flashlight tilts in the rain, like the light shaking on the stage. Mu Huahong is playing a one-man show.

Ying Hannian stood in the rain, his tongue against the back teeth, his black eyes staring at the figure, climbing up the tree against the strong wind and heavy rain, his eyes half light.

Mu Huahong's arm was pulled out of a big hole, blood mixed with rain has been falling, he bit the flashlight into his mouth again, grasping the thick branches to climb up.

The branches were wet and slippery by the rain, and it was hard to hold them, but the places where they could hold them were all protruding, which made his hands full of scars.

Under the light of the torch, the bloodstains on the trees were quickly washed away by the rain.

Mu Huahong climbed up with difficulty. After sliding several times, he almost fell down from the tree. At last, he managed to climb halfway. He was about to raise his injured hand to catch a higher branch. His leg was suddenly seized and the whole person was pulled down.

He fell down again and fell on Ying Hannian.

Before Mu Huahong got up, Ying Hannian suddenly rolled him and pressed him. His black eyes glared at him and grabbed the red rope from his hand.

Mu Huahong was shocked and hysterical, "cold year! Give me back

You can't lose it!

He hung up for two years! Two years! He didn't drop a bell!

Ying Hannian raised his hand high, and a bell under the red rope kept ringing.

"Cold year!"

Mu Huahong yelled, and the rain fell madly, making him almost unable to open his eyes.

"I said, here is my mother's ashes, you don't deserve to die here!"

Ying Hannian pressed his chest hard, stood up from the ground and turned to go.

"Don't --" Mu Huahong didn't even have time to stand up. He turned over and lay on the ground, grabbed his leg, and gripped his cold pants with his fingers. "I know you hate me in cold years. I promise you, I'll let you decide how to die. You can get rid of it as much as you want

But this soul call bell is not good. If your mother is on her way back, the soul call bell suddenly stops ringing, she can't come back and can't leave it! "

“……”

Ying Hannian raised his foot fiercely, but mu Huahong caught him so hard that he couldn't lift it.

"Your mother is very confused and timid sometimes. If she gets lost on the way, she will be afraid. She will be really afraid..." Mu Hua Hong said, "so, you can't lose it."

His voice was trembling, but he was pleading.

It's just superstition.

That's ridiculous.

Ying Hannian stood there, smiling, his eyes red.

Suddenly, he turned around, raised his leg and kicked Mu Huahong to one side, "don't mention my mother!"

Mu Huahong didn't even care about the pain. When he got up, he had to catch him. Ying Hannian had already walked quickly towards the big tree. He climbed up the tree neatly. With his long legs raised, he straddled on the tree trunk and hung up the red rope to tie the knot tightly.

“……”

Mu Huahong stood up from the ground and looked up at him.

Ying Hannian sat on it in the heavy rain and tied up the red ropes. The rain kept falling down his chin. The lines of his side face were cold and indifferent, and his thin lips were tight.

Mu Huahong looked at him dully, his sight blurred by the rain.

In the past, when Ying Yongxi was not happy, she would SIP her lips like this, ignoring him, but he coaxed her once in a while, and she was very happy

Mu Huahong looked and laughed. There were too many pictures in front of him, and his face was warm.

He stretched out his hand and wiped it. He bent down to pick up the flashlight and polished it for Ying Hannian. He said in a loud voice, "you should be careful when you slip on the tree."

“……”

Wen Yan, Ying Hannian's action of tying the red rope was stiff, but it was only stiff for a few seconds. He kept tying the red rope on his hand.

Mu Huahong cooperated to light him up, so that he could find a thicker branch, which was not easy to be broken by the wind.

All the bells were hung up. We should check every red rope in the cold year to make sure it's not easy to blow off. Then we grabbed the trunk and jumped down.

"Be careful!"

Mu Huahong rushed over nervously to help him. He fell to the ground steadily in the cold year. Instead of falling, Mu Huahong almost slid down the mud slope.

“……”

Ying Hannian looks at him coldly.

“……”

Mu Huahong stood still. Seeing Ying Hannian, he straightened his back and put on a strong posture in the rain. He explained, "the ground is too slippery."

It's definitely not his ability. He almost slipped.

Should cold year slant him one eye, cold hum a, didn't say what, just leave.

Mu Huahong quickly followed up and flashed a flashlight to him to light the road under his feet.

In order to catch up with Ying Hannian's speed, Mu Huahong didn't care that he sprained his feet and walked forward quickly. His face turned white like stepping on the tip of a knife.Gradually, Mu Huahong felt that his feet didn't hurt that much.

He raised his eyes and found that yinghannian slowed down.

Mu Huahong held a flashlight and his lips rose.

Yongxi, how can you teach so well?

……

In the broken house, mu Xianxu walks around inside, looking at the pouring rain outside. He is very upset.

But I can't leave the baby alone.

Mu Xianxu is more and more anxious. Suddenly, he hears the sound of footsteps coming from outside. He quickly welcomes them. Then he sees Ying Hannian and Mu Huahong come in one after another. They are both wet.

Ying Hannian's face was strained.

Mu Huahong's face is a smile, mu Xianxu has so a moment that he thought he was a dazzled eye, another look, has always been unsmiling father laughing.

Although light, but obviously in a good mood.

Ying Hannian strides inside and looks at the child on the bed. He sleeps sweetly in Xiaojing. After a look, his face settles down.

"Father, why are you hurt?"

Mu Xianxu found that there had been blood dripping on Mu Huahong's arm, and immediately frowned.

Ying Hannian listened to the voice outside and turned his face, but there was no expression on his face.

"Little things."

Mu Huahong opened his mouth, and his tone was very relaxed.

“……”

Mu Xianxu was shocked again.

Since he came to the street of life and death, mu Xianxu has never had a good face from Mu Huahong, and he has never heard such a tone.

Mu Huahong takes off his clothes and puts his arm under the water to rush. Mu Xianxu follows him and sees that he has a 20 cm long cut on his arm. His skin is turning out and white.

"Why is it so serious? Is there a medical box?"

Mu Xianxu was very frightened. It's more than half an hour's drive from the nearest hospital. It's hard to walk in rainy days, so I'd better wrap it up first. "No Mu Huahong didn't care, "take a towel and wrap it up, just wait for coagulation."