Being impacted by explosions one after another, not to mention flesh and blood, even real steel and iron bones can't stand it. In the process of being thrown into the air, Zhang Zichen's whole body was struggling with the ground, and the countless wounds instantly blurred his body's flesh and blood. In just a few seconds, he became like a blood gourd, which was extremely scary.
Even so, Zhang Zichen still tried to maintain a trace of clarity in his brain, just an uncontrollable struggle, trying to see who saved him, whether it was Ah Liang or the handsome guy in casual clothes, but it didn't matter who it was. . . Probably both. . .
The smell of blood in front of his eyes became more and more intense. No matter how hard Zhang Zichen tried to see everything, countless blood sprayed up every time he blinked, dyeing his entire field of vision blood red. . .
Is this what it feels like to be dead
Zhang Zichen thought about it more than once, what does it feel like to die? Familiar things and human relationships for decades, just disappear so abruptly, like a sleep that can never wake up, sleep with time, sleep with immortality; maybe it is another trip, a person will not Suddenly appearing in this world, and suddenly disappearing from this world, perhaps just from one world to another world; or still wandering in this world after death, continuing to watch the ebb and flow of the tide To change is to be unable to speak, to be an eternal mute. . .
Thousands of thoughts may be nothing in the end, so this is the feeling of death, emptiness, discomfort, blurred chaos in front of my eyes, why I am dead, still struggling so much, and so heartwarming.
Click. . .
Due to closing his eyes for a long time, when Zhang Zichen opened his eyes unconsciously, only pieces of illusory scenes and blurred white remained.
this. . . This is. . .
The feeling of stagnation in the brain finally came, and Zhang Zichen understood this feeling all too well, why. . . I am dead, can I still use my brain
A dizzy tingling sensation came from his eyes, and Zhang Zichen involuntarily closed his eyes again, but when he opened them again, there was a blurred outline of the white in his vision.
"Zichen! Are you awake?"
A slender voice stimulated Zhang Zichen's brain again. Even if he didn't know it, he knew that such a sweet voice would not be heard after death.
Zhang Zichen subconsciously wanted to move his neck, but with just a little effort in his muscles, the severe pain came suddenly, and even frowning could trigger the pain nerves.
"Don't move, don't move, I'll call the doctor"
The vague outline in front of him disappeared, but more voices slowly gathered in Zhang Zichen's ears. There was the beeping sound of the instrument, the hurried footsteps outside, and even the ticking sound of **. . . These sounds come together, and it feels a little pleasant.
It was rare to have some good feelings in addition to the pain, but Zhang Zichen had not had time to relax again, the figure of the wheel turning, mixed with the noisy footsteps, completely ruined the newly established feelings.
"Well, let me take a look"
A broken male duck's voice was almost disgusting, and then a silhouette two circles larger than before appeared in front of Zhang Zichen, completely blocking the white area.
"Yes, I finally woke up, but the situation is not so optimistic, I need to observe again"
"Fuck you, uncle! Watch the fart, shut up this broken voice, where is that sweet chick?"
Zhang Zichen thought to himself, but he couldn't speak at all. As soon as he strained his throat, the burning pain spread up.
"No, we still need to rely on drugs for maintenance for the time being. The patient should not have received much antibiotics before, and the effect is quite obvious."
"Still...still...can you shut up?"
I don't know if he saw Zhang Zichen's silent resistance, but the drake really didn't continue speaking, and pulled away the huge outline, revealing the white again.
"Thank you doctor, I will trouble you again if you have any questions"
"Hey, that's right, listening to some beautiful voices, is this called enjoyment?" Zhang Zichen closed his eyes happily again.
"Zichen, really, do you know how worried I am? Why do you always have a relationship with the explosion? Last time, you were injured to protect me. This time, you almost lost your life again."
This sweet voice burst into tears as he spoke. Although Zhang Zichen didn't appear in front of his eyes, Zhang Zichen's heart seemed to miss a beat when he heard it.
Xiaowei? !
Is this Xiaowei's voice? ! That's right, it's Xiaowei!
Thinking about it, Zhang Zichen felt that his right hand was wrapped in a mass of warm softness. The soft touch made people want to clenched his right hand tightly.
Xiaowei. . .
I wanted to struggle hard, but the fierce pain again knocked Zhang Zichen unconscious again.
Click, click. . .
In the living room, a man gently pressed the buckle of the suitcase in his hand, then lightly placed it on the coffee table, and took out a note from his pocket and put it aside.
Silence just filled the whole room, and sadness seemed to have been brewing for a long time. The man raised his head and looked around every corner of the room, but the only thing he didn't dare to look at was the family portrait hanging on the wall.
It was the fifth anniversary of my marriage, and the whole family took the photo together. Although the clothes I wore were very simple, the photo studio I found was also very low-end, and the photos that were developed were even a little distorted. But at that time, the smiles on the faces of the three people were really happy.
"Ah..."
The man lowered his head again, as if he was laughing at his poor and white self, his wife and children who shared joys and sorrows; but he also seemed to be envious of his innocent self, recalling his loving wife and well-behaved children.
Finally, tears welled up in my eyes, and the family portrait on the wall was just blurred and unreal. . .
Snapped!
The man slapped his face hard, then wiped away the tears from his eyes, almost pressing his fingers into his eye sockets with such force.
When all the tears evaporated and the tear stains on his face disappeared, the man sideways took out a mobile phone from his pocket, and dialed the number on it with trembling hands.
"Hello, daughter-in-law"
"..."
"Don't hang up the phone in a hurry, I'll just talk to you a few words"
"..."