OBS Chapter 1066 Moon Palace (7)
Chapter 1066 Moon Palace (7)
Chapter 1066 Moon Palace (7)
Master Guan was sitting in front of this table, his figure looming in the light and shadow, holding a brush in his hand, leaving lines of smooth handwriting on the rice paper, and every word seemed to come alive and jump out of the paper. The whole room was filled with a faint scent of ink, making people feel as if they had traveled through time and space to an ancient world full of wisdom and knowledge.
Inside the house, Master Guan’s figure and aura were everywhere.
But nothing happened as imagined, and there was no trace of a child.
The three of them looked at each other, and their anxious hearts seemed to be relieved.
They couldn't imagine where the child would go.
A guard came over quickly to report. Disciple: "Miss, there is no trace of the child in the school. At the same time, there are two other children who are not in the school either."
Yelu Duoer, maybe there is still a glimmer of hope in it.
She quickly asked the guard.
Yelu Duoer: "Have you found the room?"
Yelu Duoer: "Could it be that they are playing together in the room?"
The guard shook his head gently and spoke in a low voice.
Disciple: "No, there is no one there, and no one has ever lived in the room."
Yelu Duoer suddenly became extremely anxious, jumping up and down like an ant on a hot pan.
Yelu Duoer: "Hurry up, go find it!"
Yelu Duoer: "What are you waiting for?"
Yelu Duoer: "All guards, turn around immediately and go look for someone."
In the illusion, the sunlight is like fine gold powder, sprinkled all over the courtyard, covering this old house with a warm glow. The children seem to be elves in this light spot, shuttling in every corner, their laughter is like the sound of cicadas in summer, crisp and long. Under the old locust tree, a cat rolls lazily, enjoying this tranquility and harmony. The mother's figure is busy between the kitchen and the laundry room. Occasionally, she looks up, her eyes gently pass over the playful children, and the corners of her mouth rise unconsciously. She knows that these little lives are the most beautiful scenery in her life. In a corner of the courtyard, the swing sways gently, as if telling stories of the past. The children jump up and down from time to time, and the laughter and the sound of the wind interweave into a beautiful ballad. Their figures lengthen and shorten in the sun, like the shadow of time, recording the trajectory of growth. Occasionally, a breeze blows, carrying the fragrance of flowers and plants, making the whole world come alive.
Such a scene is like a warm family painting, with every stroke full of the warmth of life and the delicacy of emotion. Here, every moment is a memory worth cherishing, and every search is a touch of the soul. The laughter of children is the most beautiful melody, which can travel through time and space and awaken the softest part of the heart.
What a pity! What would Xia Tian do if he knew the child was missing?
In the boundless silence, her heart seemed to be torn by the coldest winter wind, and every breath she took was like swallowing sharp icicles. Her world was originally a warm painting, colorful and full of vitality, but now there was only a blank space left, as if the painter accidentally overturned the palette, all the colors were washed away, leaving only the dazzling white.
Her eyes, once sparkling with the light of maternal love, are now covered with a layer of sadness, like the dimmest stars in the night sky. Her footsteps, once light as the wind, are now so heavy that it seems as if every step is stepping over her heart.