Jiang Yuan was silent.

After a while, there was no sound outside the house. It seemed that the sound of thunder and lightning were just pranks, and the woman's voice rang out again.

"Aren't she afraid of thunder?"

Just one sentence evokes a lot of past events.

It was on Grandpa Fu’s birthday and also in this old house.

The old man doesn’t like Jiang Sheng, and he doesn’t like to celebrate his birthday when he is old. He just lets his family have a meal together in the old house, which can be regarded as a gathering to celebrate.

Jiang Yuan was naturally invited.

At that time, Jiang Sheng had almost confirmed his relationship with Fu Beixing, but the old man refused to agree and claimed that the only granddaughter-in-law of the Fu family was Jiang Yu'an, so Fu Beixing was particularly rebellious.

He came back very late, and he had to clean up the dishes on the dining table before he came back. The old man didn't want to see him, so he went upstairs early.

It was still she who secretly left some food for him, and when Fu Bei arrived, she would warm him up in the kitchen.

It was also a thunderstorm that night, and it was also a low thunder at first.

Jiang Yu'an remembered that when she brought the food out, Fu Beixing answered a call and hurried out, and comforted the girl on the phone with a gentle voice, asking her not to be afraid.

From beginning to end, I didn't look back at her.

Lightning flashed past, and the person slowly disappeared from her sight.

Then, a thunderous sound of thunder sounded loudly. She was so scared that she threw the bowl in her hand. The hot hot soup sprinkled on her legs and the bowl was broken.

The shock was covered by the roaring thunder. Chen's mother had already fallen asleep late at night. She could only endure the fear and pain to clean up the hot soup.

When the day after the rain passed, no one knew what happened at night, and everything was the same.

And so far, no one knows that she is actually afraid of thunder.

Even her brother didn't know that because she would hide in her room or endure it on thunderstorms.

She firmly believed that fear could be overcome, even if it was born.

She wanted to stay alone when Fu Beixing left.

The wind was strong outside the house, and lightning broke through the sky again, shining through the curtains, but no thunder was heard.

Jiang Yu'an's voice was low: "Fu Beixing, you..."

"I'm sleeping, you can be quiet."

The man interrupted her mercilessly, just as he turned around mercilessly back then.

Jiang Yuan really didn't speak anymore.

She didn't actually want to let him go again just now. Not to mention how much energy it takes to open this door, she was not a fool who could hear what Fu Bei meant in his jargon.

Whether he is not so concerned about Jiang Sheng or because of his promise, he will always be here tonight.

She spoke, just trying to ask what he wanted to say just now.

But since he was angry and unwilling to say it again, there was no need for her to ask again.

Jiang Yuan turned over, turned his back to Fu Beixing, and slowly closed his eyes.

As long as she closes her eyes before thunder, she won't be afraid.

Boom-

The huge thunder exploded.

The woman on the bed had a cold war. Her eyes were closed, cold sweat oozing out of her forehead, and her mouth was slowly muttering something.

The heavy rain hit the sycamore trees outside the house and hit the glass on the balcony. The noise was like the footsteps of thousands of troops on the battlefield, accompanied by the roaring thunder.

Thunder again!

The woman on the bed finally couldn't stand it and exclaimed.

"Jiang Yu'an?"

Fu Beixing woke up as early as when he heard her low murmur. He ignored her when he thought she had a nightmare. At this time, he heard her terrified voice and finally couldn't help but get up from the ground.

He went to turn on the lights. The old house used the old circuits, and it jumped off the trip as early as when thunder was thunder.

Helplessly, Fu Beixing could only open the curtains on the balcony.

When the light came in, he saw clearly the situation in front of him-the woman had already buried herself in the quilt, covering her head tightly, and only when the thunder roared, she made a slight tremor.

It is definitely not possible to sleep like this.

"Jiang Yuan..."

Fu Beixing lifted the quilt slightly so that she could breathe fresh air so that she would not suffocate herself to death.

But when the movement was only halfway through, he froze—

The woman on the bed curled up into a ball, almost shrank into a shrimp, and the broken hair on her forehead was completely wet with her cold sweat. The shirt was also a little messy because of her wrong sleeping posture, revealing a large area of ​​skin inside...

Fu Beixing glanced and couldn't help but look away, but when he glanced past, he could see the scars inside clearly, and then he couldn't move his eyes.

Another thunder.

The woman on the bed trembled in fear, as if she wanted to curl up a little longer. She hugged her head with her arms and tried to approach the place without light. Her petite body slowly moved into the quilt behind her, and her mouth seemed to be still

What are you whispering?

Fu Beixing pursed his lips, lowered his head and slowly approached, trying to hear clearly what she was saying.

"It's so cold, I'm so cold..."

"Don't hit me, please... don't hit me..."

"I want to live, I won't die...I'm not afraid, I'm not afraid..."

Fu Beixing lowered his eyes, his eyes fell on the woman's face, and the cold sweat on her forehead was the same as his situation in which he was locked in a dark and narrow room.

Jiang Sheng's face also vaguely thought of in his mind.

Every time she was thunderstorm, she was furious and asked him to accompany her.

He went, too.

But now that he thought about it, he went there every time, just sat with her for a while, or ate something, and where could he see her fear.

Fu Beixing blinked, raised his fingers slightly, and tried to push away the wet hair on Jiang Yu'an's forehead.

Unexpectedly, as soon as my fingers fell on her face, my arms were tightly held.

"I'm not afraid...I'm not afraid..."

She was still murmuring.

Fu Beixing glanced at his arm, nodded softly, and his voice was low: "An An is not afraid, it's just thunder, not afraid."

The free hand he pulled the quilt and covered Jiang Yu'an, gently patting her back.

"No...No..."

"Not what?" he asked patiently.

"It's not An An, it's Yuanyuan who is not afraid, Yuanyuan who is not afraid..."

Fu Beixing heard it clearly, and his eyes slowly sink.

"What round?"

He asked in a hoarse voice, a bold thought suddenly popped into his mind.

Yuanyuan...

The woman holding his arm frowned, as if she didn't understand his question, but her voice was clear.

"I'm reunited and round, I'm Yuanyuan, not An An."

Fu Beixing's eyes became even heavier, and his hands that coaxed her stopped beat: "Shang Yuanyuan?"

Jiang Yuan suddenly frowned and narrowed his eyes: "What's the name? I'm dead!"

"Jiang Yu'an, are you Shang Yuanyuan? It's you who discussed it..."

Before Fu Beixing could finish his test, another thunder came from outside, interrupting his voice directly.

The woman beside her was frightened again, holding him tighter.

The clothes were also pulled open between movements, revealing the complete scars on her shoulders.

Fu Beixing didn't care about asking about her life experience anymore, but let her hold her and asked another question in a hoarse voice.
Chapter completed!