"Didn't Wilson say he would come over? He should have been there long ago, so it's not like something happened!"
Heidi stood at the front door of the living room, looking out into the darkness, and couldn't help but worry.
Suddenly Marcy's phone vibrated, picked it up and looked at it, saying, "They had a temporary problem and couldn't come tonight, so let's not wait for him!"
"Did you call?"
"Sent a message came, probably the phone is out of battery!"
Heidi was relieved to know he was okay.
"It's getting late, it's been a long day of flying, you take Elliott and go rest first, we'll find them tomorrow!"
"Good!"
*******
"Wilson, I ...... I want to go to the bathroom!"
Rosemary really couldn't hold it in, how she didn't expect them to spend the night outside.
"The big one and the little one?"
"The big one!"
Putting her head down, Rosemary's voice was so soft that she couldn't even hear herself.
Wilson looked out into the darkness and said to Rosemary, "Get in the back of the car! This road is overgrown, it's safer to be behind the car!"
Glanced outside, remembering the image of that night, said, "I dare not go alone, will you accompany me?"
"Good!"
As soon as the words left his mouth, Wilson opened the car door and walked down.
Seeing her following down, she reminded, "Remember to take tissues!"
"Oh!"
Took a packet of tissues from the front and walked down, came to the back of the carriage, saw an open space in front and said to Wilson, "Wait here, I'll go to the front!"
At the sound of the words, Rosemary ran off to the front.
Wilson leaned against the car, the distance between the two was less than twenty meters away, but for Rosemary at the moment, it was far enough away.
From time to time, the sound of insects and birds chirping came from the side, making the already scared Rosemary even more scared.
"Wilson, are you there?"
"I'm here, what's wrong?"
"Will you sing a song for me?"
Rosemary, who was crouched not far away, suddenly suggested.
"What song do you want to hear?"
"It's all good!"
Wilson leaned against the car, his eyes looking into the distance, his low and charming voice slowly ringing out.
Stop saying whose fault it is to turn everything to dust!
Unless you let go of the burden in your heart, everything is irreversible!
You always love to let the past follow, afraid of the past in vain, we have to love a few more times!
Instead of letting you pine away in my love ......
Wilson's voice is like that of a low violin, lilting and melodious.
A regret sung from Wilson's mouth, let people listen to a sour heart, the mood can not be calm for a long time.
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