At night, Gu Nuoer seemed to hear that the rain was getting heavier.

It crackled like a drum beat.

She rolled over lazily, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and after a while she opened a slit.

The little girl glanced around the house with sleepiness.

When Xu Shi passed, the hall was dark, and only the familiar furniture and furnishings could be seen.

Gu Nuoer closed her eyes.

Thinking that maybe brother Siming had already gone back, and at this time, my mother should have fallen asleep in the main hall next door.

Heavy rain brings peace of mind and a mysterious serenity.

Just when Gu Nuoer was about to completely close her eyes and fall asleep.

In a blink of an eye, she saw a vague green girl figure sitting on the dressing table not far away.

Gu Nuo'er quickly opened her round eyes, raised her upper body to take a closer look.

This time, however, there was nothing on the dresser.

She focused slightly and sensed the surroundings, but she did not find any bizarre ghostly aura.

Could it be that it is really an illusion?

Gu Nuo'er pressed her eyebrows, lay down again, and her jet-black hair immediately covered the pillow.

It seems that she is indeed tired, and she is wrong.

Thinking like this, after a while, the little girl's long eyelashes closed obediently, casting a small shadow on the porcelain white skin.

After she fell asleep, the faint light from the green jade comb on the vanity mirror gradually ceased.

...

In summer, the rain also has a rapid rhythm, knocking on the umbrella surface, making a crackling sound.

Ye Siming held an umbrella and stood with Gu Nuoer in a green forest.

Not far in front of them, Qin Song was drenched in the rain, wrapping Qin Ling's grave with his hands and covering the last handful of soil.

The rain fell down Qin Song's hair. Several days have passed since Qin Ling committed suicide, but he hasn't slept well for a long time.

At this moment, his eyes were bloodshot, and the bottom of his eyes was even darker.

He looked at the tombstone, shook his head and smiled wryly: "There is a legend in our family that on the third day after a person is buried, if their relatives go to pour a handful of soil, then the dead person will come back with a dream at night."

"But I'm not a good brother, and I don't know if A Ling is willing to see me again."

Gu Nuo'er couldn't bear it, and her pink lips sighed: "Brother Qin, you have done your best. Qin Ling made her own choice. If she knew, she wouldn't want to see you so haggard."

Qin Song held the tombstone, the rain covered his face, and he couldn't tell if it was tears, but it made him look thinner.

Ye Siming looked at him coldly, his eyes were dark with ink, he said lightly: "Qin Song, are you still going back to the barracks?"

"Wei Liangjue's case of stealing the waist card and framing it has been thoroughly investigated. The emperor has given a verbal order, you can return to the team at any time."

Qin Song stood up holding the tombstone. He looked at the green forest washed by the rain, and murmured sadly, "I'm back to the team, can my sister come back?"

Ye Siming's tone was full of calmness, and it also carried a refreshing clarity.

"No." He answered bluntly: "But if you follow me and work hard, you will be able to take care of your mother in the future, so that Qin Ling's tragedy will not happen again."

Qin Song was shocked.

Gu Nuo'er admired Ye Siming's unique insights, she followed, with a soft voice: "Also, brother Qin, people always have to look forward, your days are still long."

Qin Song was silent for a long time after listening, and after a while, he turned around, his eyes were red, and he was grateful.

I saw his knees bent and knelt down heavily towards Ye Siming and Gu Nuoer.