In reality, the abandoned road is lonely everywhere, and the wind swept across the wilderness from a distance, making a whistling whistle.
No shots were fired.
"...Jiang Ting." Yan Yan's voice was not very steady, but he tried his best to make his voice sound calm and firm: "It doesn't matter, no matter what happened, it will pass. Put down the gun first."
Outside the guardrail not far away, half of Jiang Ting's body was hidden in the dark night, as if controlled by some kind of devil from the depths of his soul, the arm holding the gun was retracted and raised up at some point, and his fingers trembled slightly—
At this angle, the muzzle of the gun is leaning towards himself.
"It's true that some things will pass," Applejack said lightly, raising his hand to wipe the blood from his cheeks and smiling, "But I think this 'something' refers to the present, not the past."
He has completely lost the tension that he had just drawn, and he even meant to be leisurely. Yan Yan glanced over, and sensitively found that at the end of the road in the distance, two lights were turning over the hillside, approaching at full speed along the road, and soon came the unique roar of motorcycles!
"Han Xiaomei!" Yan Yan exclaimed, "Be careful!"
When Han Xiaomei turned her head in the distance, she jumped up and ducked to the side. The motorcyclist swept past her tightly!
Yan Xun stepped forward, jumped up and stepped on the guardrail, rolled to the ground, got up, came to Jiang Ting's side with lightning speed, and grabbed M92; in this time faster than the blink of an eye, Two drivers galloped up.
Applejack grabbed the back seat of a motorcycle at the moment of passing by, and straddled it like lightning. The other driver flicked his tail, leaned over, and picked up the metal sniper rifle box on the ground with one hand, and accelerated back without turning his head!
"Goodbye, surnamed Yan." Ajie turned back and said coldly, "The next time we meet will be your death."
Yan Yan raised his hand and pulled the trigger, but the motorcycle suddenly started, brushing past the bullet with a deafening roar, like a golden meteor, galloping away towards the wilderness at the end of the abandoned highway.
boom! boom! boom!
The last three bullets chased after the tail smoke, and the headlights disappeared in the dark night in the blink of an eye. Yan Yan scolded "Fuck!" just as he was about to chase, suddenly he saw a large number of taillights on the hillside where he could not see his fingers in the distance, like countless scarlet demon eyes - there were still countless people in ambush!
Boom! With a sound of gold and stone, Yan Yan smashed his empty gun on the stone.
The sharp police car whistle drifted in the wind, and on the distant viaduct, finally flashing red and blue police lights appeared.
"Are you all right?" Yan Yan wiped the blood, turned around and asked, "Get in my car and go for a while... Jiang Ting!"
Jiang Ting pressed his eyebrows tightly, hiding most of his face behind his palms. Although he tried his best to control it, he couldn't calm the trembling on his shoulders. Yan Yan stepped forward and grabbed his arm and forcibly pulled it away, only to see that his complexion was pale, and even in such a dark situation, the cold lips that were always thin and tight could be seen trembling.
"Don't scare me, Jiang Ting?" Yan Yan supported him and whispered, "Wake up!"
"I'm sorry." Jiang Ting wanted to cover his face with his palm, but he couldn't free his wrist from Yan Yan's restraint, so he could only nervously swipe his face to the other side: "...I just wanted to..."
"It's okay, it's okay." Yan Yan motioned Han Xiaomei to stay in the car and not approached, and at the same time carefully put Jiang Ting in his arms: "It will pass, I'm here, ah? Obedient?"
"I just wanted to help you." Jiang Ting said hoarsely, "But I can't... I—"
He paused, and finally said the sentence:
"I can't pull the trigger."
Yan Yan was slightly startled, but before she had time to understand what it meant, Han Xiaomei stuck her head out of the Cherokee car with a walkie-talkie, and said anxiously, "Vice Yan! There was a communication from the scene saying that a gathering point of criminals was found. On the roof of a residential building to be demolished, suspicious remnants were found at the scene of sniping!"
"Remnants?"
"A seven- or eight-year-old child's short-sleeved white undershirt with old blood stains!"
Yan Yan only felt a move in his arms, Jiang Ting pushed him away, and panted, "... what?"
There was a mess in the back of my mind, it seemed to be filled with countless thoughts, and it was all blank. Jiang Ting staggered forward a few steps, and reached out his hand again to squeeze the tightly locked eyebrows, but even if his nails cut deeply into the flesh, he could not feel any pain.
The last little bit of sanity is like a gossamer, trying to maintain it but unable to save it, and can only fall rapidly towards the abyss.
He didn't even realize that he was gasping for breath, and then he slumped and lost consciousness.
"—Jiang stop!"
Yan Yan almost rushed forward, grabbed Jiang Ting, patted his cheek and said sharply: "Wake up! Jiang Ting!"
Han Xiaomei was stunned and stepped forward in three steps, only to see Yan Xun hug Jiang Ting horizontally: "Get in the car and drive back, hurry up!"
At this time, the police cars on the viaduct were getting closer and closer, and the red and blue light almost flashed in front of them. Han Xiaomei pointed to him at a loss: "But Deputy Yan, everyone has..."
"Call the People's Hospital." Yan Yan hugged Jiang Ting into the back seat of the car, forced himself to take a deep breath to calm down, and said decisively: "—No, wait. Call the private hospital, get in the car and I will tell you yes Which one."
Ma Xiang roared in the police car. A few tens of meters away, he saw Yan Xun in front of him getting into the car door.
"Hey Brother Yan!" Ma Xiang lowered the car window: "Let's hurry up and hurry up... Hello?!"
Cherokee completely ignored his call, didn't even mean to wait, and whizzed away in the opposite direction of the police car!
"..." A row of police cars stopped one after another, and everyone was dumbfounded in the dust. After a long while, Ma Xiang leaned out the car window and said angrily at the rear lights that were getting further and further away: "Are you in such a hurry to see your wife give birth to a child? You don't have a wife! Hey!"
·
The Cherokee, with its warning lights flashing, galloped at full speed on the open highway, running several red lights in a row, leaving a black afterimage in the security surveillance.
Yan Xun's hazy pupils were reflected in the rearview mirror. He looked towards the back seat—Jiang Ting swayed slightly with the bumps of driving, as if he was constantly reliving some unbearable memories while in a coma. There was a hint of pain.
I can't pull the trigger, he said.
What's the meaning? why
What happened to the death of the undercover "Rivet"
The past will always pass, Jiang Ting, don't sink into it - Yan Yan recites over and over again in his heart.
It doesn't matter if you have missed something, if you want to pay the price, at least you won't face the future alone.
…
turmoil.
bumps.
Jiang Ting couldn't tell where he was, his body was hot but unspeakable, as if he was detained in a small dark space.
Am I dead? he thinks.
The soul seemed to float up slowly in the deep water, finally saw the light, and couldn't wait to get up.
wow—
The little boy poked his head out of the river and let out a cheerful laugh. He swam to the bank and climbed up, grabbing the white undershirt that was squarely folded on the rocks and putting it on.
The setting sun of the midsummer evening reflected on his white profile, as if his skin was soaked with water, and his black hair was wet against his cheeks. His buddy who didn't go into the water was sitting on the stone, staring at it silently, and after watching it for a long time, he said, "Your clothes are wet, why don't you change them?"
"But I only have this one."
"What if it's dirty?"
"You'll be beaten if you go back dirty."
The little boy sat down, tilted his head and looked at his friend who was always depressed and didn't know what he was thinking, and asked with a smile, "Are you still practicing the piano today?"
"Do you want to hear it?"
"Think!"
His friend seemed to smile, with an unspeakable meaning in that smile, got up and took his hand: "Follow me."
The golden-red wind swept across the wilderness, wrapping the breath of a distant city into the distance. The stage was extravagant, as always, the setting sun through the high stained-glass windows, reflecting the empty theater and dusty seats; only a young boy in the front row smiled and applauded the solo violinist—
Hot summer days, rock 'n' roll
The way you play for me at your show
And all the ways I got to know
Your pretty face and electric soul
…
The melody reverberated for a long time, and the performance never ended; when I was a child, I indulged in playfulness, as if the torrent of years could not wash away the thick makeup.
"I'll always play for you alone," the little boy heard his partner say childishly.
Immediately their shoulders widened, their bodies elongated, and a deep hoarse voice repeated in their ears:
"I once promised to always play for you alone."
Jiang Ting raised his head, but couldn't see anything. He was covered in embers from the explosion, scarred and embarrassed. He was pushed into the room and handcuffed to an armchair. His eyes were covered with cloth. Even if he knew that the man was walking towards him, he could not see the A smiling face up close.
Will you still love me when I'm no longer young and beautiful
He heard the sound of the piano from his cell.
Will you still love me when I got nothing but my aching soul
The past of play and laughter, the summer night in the middle of July, the floating dust in the afterglow, the bright sea of lights, at this moment, converged into a torrent and broke through the gates, chanting and hovering in the void to heaven:
Your glory, your face, that radiance like a diamond
Can you love me as before until the end of the world
- When the youth has passed, the performance is over, and the fleeting years of white summer have become a thing of the past; can you still applaud me until the end of the day
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The iron wheel of the hospital bed turned rapidly, the red light in the emergency room flashed, and the panicked figure of the nurse disappeared in the corridor.
"There is congestion inside the skull, which may compress nerves at all times, which is very dangerous..."
"At present, only minimal consciousness can be maintained, and the possibility of re-entering a persistent vegetative state cannot be ruled out..."
Yang Mei covered her mouth and let out a half trembling cry, but it was very low and short, and then she knelt down with a soft knee. Yan Yan grabbed her arm and held it up, pulled her to the bench without any reason, raised her head and asked, "There is always a way, right? The best equipment, the best medical means, he has just fallen into a coma and he must be saved! No matter what he uses The solution, I will talk about the congestion in the brain later, as long as I can stimulate my consciousness back now!"
"If there are newly researched machines and supporting drugs, it is indeed possible, but the things have not been approved into China, whether it is clinically effective or not..."
"Where is the instrument?"
The doctor hesitated: "The whole story should be in Germany, but—"
"What time will the fastest international flight arrive, and what time will your machine arrive." Yan Yan didn't reply, grabbed his phone and rushed out of the emergency room corridor.
The soul broke free from the catheter and ventilator in the dark, slowly emerged from the emergency room, and drifted toward the empty abyss in the distance.
Dear Lord, when I get to heaven
Please let me bring my man
When he comes tell me that you'll let him in
Father tell me if you can
…
But I have never loved you, Jiang Ting muttered as he chanted louder and louder.
The melody became stronger and stronger, lifted the gorgeous hem of the golden and red curtain, lifted the misty dust of the old days, and even made a loud noise, even deafening, drowning out his hoarse cry for help and cries.
But I never - never -
"You have," he heard the voice say.
The police lights flickered and the rain poured, and the surrounding people were noisy. Some people shouted in the rain: "I found it! Come on! Inform the Jiang team!"
Under the desk lamp in the office late at night, the pen was making a stroke on the paper, and happy jumping and laughter came from outside the door, "Let's go to the Jiang team! See you tomorrow!"
The ground exploded, the glass of the factory building exploded, and the fire and smoke rushed into the sky instantly; he ran towards the fire, and in a trance, countless people around him shouted: "Don't let him in!" "Team Jiang!" Pull away!"…
… See you tomorrow, Jiang Ting thought. never see you again.
The soul finally let go, leaped from the sky to the abyss, and hugged the laughing demon tightly.
In the rapid fall, they are far from heaven, leaving the world far behind, and the field of vision is full of evil spirits and fiery hell; the gorgeous theater is in ashes, and the violin is still playing in the sky. They rushed to the end of the journey together in that song, as if they were inseparable from the very beginning, falling to the giant gate of purgatory that was opened with a bang.
Clang!
It was like the rest fell to the ground, and suddenly everything came to a standstill.
Explosion, burning, screaming, screaming... all collapsed like a silent pantomime, the flames faded to gray, and the ghosts at the bottom of the abyss were instantly swallowed up.
Jiang Ting was suspended in mid-air as if he had returned to an embryo. After an unknown amount of time, he finally turned around.
A strong and powerful hand grabbed him and looked up along the arm. The new-born light was overwhelming, and a handsome and handsome face was reflected in the backlight, frowning and watching him closely—
Jiang Ting was stabbed by the light and closed his eyes, then slowly opened them.
"woke up!"
"Doctor! Doctor, he's awake!!"
…
The noise and footsteps were hazy, and the sound seemed to be separated by a layer of deep water. Jiang Ting closed his eyes and felt that he was being manipulated by an unknown number of doctors and nurses. There were people crying, shouting, and cheering and laughing around.
Are you so happy? He had some doubts in his heart.
Finally, the surroundings gradually quieted down, and the instrument made a regular beeping sound. Jiang Ting's thick eyelashes moved a few times, then slowly opened them, and found that there was still a person beside the hospital bed.
The face in the dream was watching him in reality, and the lights in the ward reflected from behind him, coating his solid and reliable figure with a light edge, and there was some warmth in the trance.
Yan Yan laughed, sat sideways on the edge of the bed, and crossed the index fingers of both hands to compare a number: "Six days."
Jiang Ting was still a little lethargic, wearing a breathing mask.
"You've been in a coma for six days." Yan Yan said with a smile, and finally moved his neck and shoulders, and casually moved around the hospital bed with a set of unnamed medical instruments and infusion medicines all printed in German. Chin: "Between the two of us, what is the vivid interpretation of 'you and I have no fate, it's all up to me to throw money' - until now I know that the words of the ancestors are true, and they are not deceitful."
"..." A smile appeared in Jiang Ting's eyes.
Yan Yan stared at him, suddenly leaned over to his ear, and asked jokingly, "Now we are destined, eh? Team Jiang?"
Jiang Ting opened his mouth slightly, and the warm white air passed away on the breathing mask.
He said, "Forget it."