The piano sounded.

Mu Jinbai turned his face and heard that it was Bach's song - "Aria on G Strings".

In the sea breeze, the soothing string sounds float, and the deep music adjusts the rhythm, which makes it particularly sad...

The wind blew away the ashes from the smoke, Feng Chen held his fingers tightly and held the still-lit cigarette butt in his palm.

Mu Jinbai raised his right hand and said, "Let them go back first."

It is no longer meaningful to continue looking for this, and everyone understands this.

Walking forward, he held Jun Qing's arm who was playing the piano.

"Be good, stop pulling it!"

Jun Qing turned around and looked up at him.

"Brother... I don't believe it, I don't believe it!"

"I know, brother knows!" Mu Jinbai bent down and hugged the girl horizontally, "Be good... you are too tired, take a rest first!"

Zhao Yiyi ran over and took the violin from Jun Qing's hand. Xiao Gao raised the curtain of the tent. Mu Jinbai carefully carried her into the tent for temporary rest, coaxing her in comfort and coaxing her like coaxing a child.

"Wait a little longer, maybe he has been rescued by the ship he encountered... He said he will call soon..."

...

...

On the beachfront road not far away, the shabby car quickly turned to the corner and stopped on the side of the dock.

The driver's seat door was pushed open, and Di Lin frowned and got out of the car.

After looking around, he passed by a worker's shed. He took the baseball cap that he threw on the chair and buckled it on his head, and pulled it downwards.

At this time, the rescue team at the port had begun to evacuate.

The search and rescue team had no results after so long, so the rescue team had to give up.

After all, their job is not just a Emperor, but others need them.

"Thank you, thank you!"

Di Siming waved to the bearded man in charge, turned to look at the tent where Jun Qing was located not far away, and sighed.

"Dad, what should we do?" Di Yunbin asked.

"Let's go back to the hotel first and let her do it here alone!"

Di Siming replied to him angrily, and walked towards the direction of the car, Di Yunbin hurriedly chased after him.

Feng Nuan came over and held Feng Chen's arm.

"elder brother?"

"Let our people go back first, and you can go back to the hotel to rest first." Feng Chen held the scalded palm, "I'll drive back by myself later."

"Okay, then be careful on the way."

Feng Nuan patted his arm sensibly and took his men to the car on the return trip.

The overseas head of Junlin Company looked around and shook his head helplessly and waved to his subordinates.

"Let our people go back first!"

He walked over and picked up the tent. Mu Jinbai raised his palm and waved it at him, signaling him not to disturb Jun Qing.

The fragile figure in the man's arms, the person in charge who had become a father shook his head and sat back in the car and left temporarily.

The dock gradually became quiet, and the lights of several tents were dimmed, and the only light in the room where Jun Qing was still on.

On a dark beach, like an immortal lighthouse.

Zhao Yiyi could no longer control herself, so she ran to the side and cried by herself, and Xiao Gao chased her over to comfort her.

Di Lin neatly climbed over the low wall on the pier, carefully walked around several tents, and came to the vicinity of the tent with lights.

Through the gaps blown by the sea breeze, I looked into the tent.

Inside the tent, there were only Mu Jinbai and Jun Qing.

In the distance, I noticed the figure who quietly touched the tent in the car. Feng Chen just thought that someone wanted to be unfavorable to Jun Qing and his eyebrows jumped heavily.

Pushing open the car door, he gently got out of the car, walked around from the other side of the tent, raised his hand to put God's shoulder, and wanted to start healing people first.

The other party grabbed his arm with his backhand.

Feng Chen bowed his knees and took a step back. Emperor Lin took a step back and dragged him into the tent together.

The other one grabbed it like lightning, trying to strangle the wind's throat.

Feng Chen avoided sideways and grabbed his wrist.

Two men, holding each other back.

On the sofa, Mu Jinbai and Jun Qing turned their faces when they heard this.

Seeing the familiar back, Jun Qing suddenly jumped out of Mu Jinbai's arms and stared at the tall back in front of him with uncertainty.
Chapter completed!