After rushing out of the cabin, there was indeed a motorboat parked on the sea.
Wen Xiaohui burst into tears, his vision was blurred, he wiped away the tears vigorously, jumped on the motorboat, and turned on the engine with the key. When the roar of the motorboat drilled into his eardrum, he felt something piercing his heart at the same time, and he looked back at the cabin, hesitating during the most terrible time. He wanted to go back, wanted to pull Luo Yi up and run away, the farther the better, away from all grievances and right and wrong, threats and pain, away from this troubled life journey. He can care about nothing, as long as they are both alive.
However, the reality does not allow him to hesitate, even though he has already left the cabin, he still seems to be able to hear the sound of the countdown to the bomb, and at the same time, several people from the ship that Chang Xing was on came out, obviously intending to come over. Because the moon was dark and the stars were sparse, he couldn't see who it was, but he knew that Luo Yi was right, the bomb could be controlled, otherwise they wouldn't come over, and Chang Xing would probably be on the list.
Thinking of this, Wen Xiaohui felt relieved, he turned the motor boat and drove towards the shore, at this time, he couldn't drag Luo Yi down.
He only drove this thing once when he went to Sanya when he was a child. The operation was very simple, but because of his impatience, he drove too fast. The whole person and the motorboat bumped up and down with the waves, and almost flew out. The sea water in winter was like ice lumps He could barely open his eyes, as the pitch-black waters seemed to swallow him up.
One hundred seconds passed, and the bomb did not explode. Wen Xiaohui let out a long breath. Although neither of them escaped from danger, he believed that Luo Yi, with Luo Yi's wisdom and methods, would definitely come back alive!
Finally, he approached the shore. He jumped off the motorboat with a thud, and the bone-piercing seawater instantly flooded his thighs. He dripped water and struggled to walk towards the shore. The icicles on both cheeks.
As soon as he got to the shore, he saw two black shadows running towards him. Wen Xiaohui was in a panic, not knowing whether it was an enemy or a friend. To be on the safe side, he ran away.
"Mr. Wen?" The other party called out tentatively.
Wen Xiaohui hurriedly replied: "Yes!" He was a little impressed by this voice.
Wen Xiaohui walked in and saw that it was one of Luo Yi's subordinates who had been sent to watch him. Wen Xiaohui's whole body went limp and he almost knelt on the ground.
The man grabbed his arm and said hurriedly, "Let's get out of here quickly."
"Where's Luo Yi?"
"I don't know, the boss told us to leave as soon as we received you."
"But what about him? Is anyone going to save him?"
"We don't know."
Wen Xiaohui broke away from his hand and said in a trembling voice: "Why don't you know? Does he have any plans? What if he..."
boom-
A loud noise pierced the silent night sky, and the dilapidated and dark port was instantly illuminated as if it were daytime. The heat wave generated by the explosion could even be felt by people on the shore.
Wen Xiaohui froze. The temperature of the body was taken away in an instant, the heart was almost stopped beating by the blow, and the breathing also stagnated in an instant.
Luo... Yi...
Wen Xiaohui's knees gave way, and he knelt on the rough sand, unable to move an inch.
Luo Yi... no...
Luo Yi's two subordinates also gasped without saying a word.
Wen Xiaohui didn't dare to look back, even though the flames had illuminated the entire port, even though the sound of burning crazily pierced into her eardrums, she still didn't dare to look. He desperately imagined that as long as he didn't see it, it wouldn't be true.
Luo Yi can't die, he's so smart, so strong, so young... No, he can't die, impossible, impossible, impossible.
Wen Xiaohui seemed to be paralyzed, and slowly slumped on the beach, unable to gather any strength in his body.
Someone tried to pull him up, but he pushed away softly, and he turned around slowly, slowly, with all his strength.
The sea was ablaze, and the ship had become a burning pile of broken logs.
Wen Xiaohui felt that he was crazy. He almost knelt and crawled towards the beach, but was dragged back after a few steps.
"Mr. Wen, we have to go."
Wen Xiaohui's throat seemed to be opened suddenly, and he roared heart-piercingly: "Luo Yi—"
Luo Yi!
Luo Yi!
You said you wouldn't die! You said you'd be back!
You're still lying to me to the end!
Wen Xiaohui wanted to rush into the sea like crazy, the rough sand scratched his skin, he fell headfirst into the sea, choked up the water from his mouth and nose, tears flowed wildly, he shouted indistinctly, as if As long as he shouted hard, Luo Yi would appear, and a miracle would appear.
Luo Yi, don't die, please, don't die, don't die, I can't, I can't accept this world without you, Luo Yi, please, don't die, as long as you live, as long as you live...
Wen Xiaohui only felt a pain in the back of his neck and lost consciousness.
Wen Xiaohui opened his eyes and found himself in the hospital.
His head was dizzy and his whole body was sore. After a few seconds of confusion, memories flooded in. His heart felt a sharp pain, and he suddenly remembered the ship that was burning with fire!
Luo Yi!
Wen Xiaohui sat up suddenly from the bed.
"Xiaohui."
Wen Xiaohui turned his head to look, only to find that Cao Hai was also in the room, his voice trembling uncontrollably: "Where is Luo, Luo Yi, where is Luo Yi?"
Cao Hai lowered his eyes, pulled a chair and sat beside Wen Xiaohui's bed, and said in a deep voice, "I'm here to deal with Luo Yi's...inheritance."
Wen Xiaohui sprang up like a leopard, and grabbed Cao Hai by the collar: "What did you say? Where is Luo Yi? What kind of inheritance is your mother? Where is Luo Yi!"
Cao Hai grabbed his hand, slowly opened his fingers, and pushed him back on the bed: "Luo Yi and Chang Xing are both on the boat, they... just finished it in this way."
Wen Xiaohui lay limp on the bed, his eyes lost focus. He felt that the whole world had become unreal, and he couldn't tell whether he was living in reality or a dream.
Luo Yi is dead? How could Luo Yi die? Luo Yi is so lively and powerful, how could he die? Thinking of the last time the two of them were on the boat, Luo Yi said that he wanted to see him, recalling Luo Yi's eyes at that time, Wen Xiaohui's heart ached like crazy.
Cao Hai's voice sounded in the empty ward, as if it came from another world: "Luo Yi has asked me for asset transfer and inheritance notarization before this, and he left all his things to you, and there is a letter .” Cao Hai handed an envelope to Wen Xiaohui.
Wen Xiaohui took it mechanically, and unfolded it with trembling hands.
The letter consisted of only a few words:
I can’t live without you in my life, but you shouldn’t have me in your life, take care——Luo Yi
Wen Xiaohui let out a painful roar from his throat, his heart ached so much that he felt as if he was about to be pulled out of his body.
"Xiaohui..."
"Get off, get off, get off—" Wen Xiaohui pushed Cao Hai violently like crazy, and fell off the bed with his unsteady center of gravity.
Cao Hai wanted to help him, but he kicked him away. He tried his best to get up, but his legs seemed to have no bones, and they couldn't support his body at all, so he crawled towards the door.
Luo Yi, Luo Yi, Luo Yi, only these two words remained in his mind, and only that person remained. The feelings that he had deliberately suppressed and kept dusted for many years were like a wild beast that had come out of the gate, unstoppable. He recalled every bit of the past between him and Luo Yi, whether it was good or bad, and he remembered how much he loved Luo Yi, even if He was so wounded that it was hard to extinguish it. He did everything just to abandon this relationship from his heart, but in the end he found that no matter it was three years or five years, his feelings for Luo Yi had been engraved into his blood, forever, forever It is impossible to disappear.
But he found out too late, too late, he couldn't even forgive Luo Yi in front of Luo Yi, he couldn't even have another chance, give Luo Yi a chance.
Why, why did it become like this, why was his life like this? He should have stayed on the boat and died instantly in the explosion, which was better than this hellish pain!
The door of the ward was opened, and several people in blue and white clothes rushed in, pressing his hands and feet to the ground, and he struggled desperately. Anyone who prevented him from going to Luo Yi was his enemy!
"Let go of me! Luo Yi—" Wen Xiaohui screamed with blood-red eyes.
The sharp needle pierced his skin, a burst of drowsiness hit him, and his vision blurred again...
Wen Xiaohui felt that he couldn't wake up. He clearly has his eyes open, but he seems to be wrapped in some kind of colorless and invisible shell, isolated from the whole world, everything outside has nothing to do with him, and he lives in a lonely place.
He has no strength to do anything, he doesn't know whether he is awake or asleep, he doesn't know day and night, he doesn't know what month and day, his time seems to be static, and it seems to fly infinitely, he has nothing to do with everything outside. The connection seems to be severed.
There is only one cognition in his mind, that is, there is no Luo Yi in this world, and a world without Luo Yi... what does it have to do with him
Gradually, some familiar faces appeared in front of his eyes, Cao Hai and Luo Rui, they were talking to him, he seemed to hear them, but he couldn't understand them, and he didn't want to understand them either.
He is surrounded by all kinds of people every day, but he always feels that he is still in that shell. He doesn't want to leave. He is afraid that once he leaves, he will return to the world without Luo Yi. He doesn't want to accept that. The world where Luo Yi was declared dead was too cold and fake.
I don't know how many days and nights passed, he became very weak, it seemed that he hadn't eaten for a long time, but he didn't feel hungry, he knew that he might die if he continued like this, but he didn't seem to care.
He doesn't know how he will spend today, tomorrow, and every day after that...