When Nagging wakes up, the first thing he sees is the scattered fire, and then the pungent smoke. He coughed twice and pushed away the mutilated seat that was pressing against him.
Not dead, not dead yet. There was ecstasy in his heart.
There was a loud "Boom", which only made his ears numb. He turned his head to look, and it turned out that a certain carriage at the back had been blown to pieces. He was so frightened that he suddenly got up from the ground. The explosion continued. He didn't die in one second, but not in the next second.
As soon as he looked up, he saw Leng Mian lying on the driver's panel with blood all over his head, motionless. During the brief faint of nagging just now, I vaguely remembered that after he fell down, until the last second, Leng Nian was still stubbornly driving the subway.
Nag only felt cold all over his body, regardless of whether he was alive or dead, he grabbed him and dragged him out of the cab.
Mom~! its stuck!
The cab had been squeezed out of shape for a long time, and he barely squeezed out through the crack of the half door, and then dragged the cold face, but he really couldn't drag it.
"Grass...Grass...Grass!" He was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, and his tears were about to fall, "Cold noodles! Wake up! Mom~, hurry up and escape! I can't leave you, wake up!"
But with his eyesight, he couldn't accurately estimate how much Leng Mian suffered. I saw his face was extremely pale, and his hands were frighteningly cold. It seemed that there was more air in and less air out.
"Ah—" Nag groaned, almost madly, pulling him hard.
"Nagging! Cold noodles!" At this moment, a familiar and anxious voice came. Nag turned his head, and when he saw the person coming, he was so overjoyed that he didn't know whether to cry or laugh - Zhou Xiaozhuan and a few criminal policemen were rushing out of a small door in the tunnel and running towards them!
"Quick!" Nag shouted, "The cold noodles are stuck!"
The crowd rushed up, and the two detectives smashed the door and successfully dragged the cold noodles out. Nagaw looked at their solemn and young faces, and felt that even if they died today, they would die without regrets! Because this place could explode at any time, Xiao Zhuan and the others risked their lives and did not give up the last hope, and came down to rescue.
Nag's physical strength has already been exhausted, and his injuries are also extremely serious. Xiao Zhuan and the other detectives were frightened when they saw it, they immediately carried the two of them, ran into the small door on the tunnel wall, and ran into the passage.
Closing the door, the group immediately ran up desperately. Just after running a few steps, I heard a series of deafening explosions from outside the door, which only made everyone stumble, and the eardrums also burst into pain.
A tall criminal policeman continued to run towards the ground with his cold face and Xiao Zhuan on his back. Leng Mian was still in a coma, unaware of the thunderous explosion; while the nagging was probably in a coma, he gasped in Xiao Zhuan's ear and asked, "Lou, are you alright?"
Xiao Zhuan buried his head and ran forward, and replied in a muffled voice, "Although you guys collided along the road, the impact force slowed down a lot, and finally hit the foundation. But the building is still slowly collapsing. Just now."
"Grass." Nagging cursed weakly.
"The quality of the building is too bad." Xiao Zhuan replied, "Fortunately, the crowd was evacuated on the bridge, and there were no major casualties."
"Yeah." Naggar responded and asked again, "Boss... Are you okay with Xiaobai?"
Xiao Zhuan's tears suddenly fell. Once the tears burst, it seemed unstoppable. He was so nagging behind his back, crying and running.
"It's okay!" he said stubbornly, "they must be okay. Although the building collapsed, the bridge didn't blow up. Team Qin said that the bridge didn't blow up, which means the boss and the others succeeded. It's alright, I'll definitely... be back!"
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Ground.
Buried in the ground like a tomb.
Ruins, broken pillars, dust, fire.
Nowhere is chaotic, nowhere is oppressive. The suppression of the breath of death.
On one side of the fire-lit, pitted slope, there were two people lying.
Both were motionless.
Han Chen was lying there. When he opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was a lot of collapse and piles. His eyes were so full of blood that the eyelashes were sticking together and he couldn't open them very well.
Then he saw that R was lying not far from him, with his eyes open like that, besides the wooden block in his chest, there was also the shot that Han Chen had shot at him earlier. He was out of breath. The explosion remote control fell between the two of them.
Han Chen lay down, not moving.
His consciousness was in a trance. In a trance, he seemed to see Su Mian many years ago. The white school building, the gentle shade of greenery, she stood under the tree, wearing a colorful dress, her eyes were like stars, she turned her head to look at him and smiled.
Han Chen suddenly laughed. Slowly, a smile appeared on the corner of his lips.
He suddenly remembered something Su Mian once asked him after the two met.
She said: Han Chen, why do you like me so much
What did he answer then
He said: Get cheap and sell well. I like you so much.
I love you since you were so young. A man's true love is like a fiery and oppressive fire, separation or reunion, how do you make me stop? [Net King] Carry the ghosts and animals to the end
In a blur, he suddenly remembered that day in Jiangcheng.
That evening, the room shrouded in twilight. He was smoking irritably behind the screen, thinking that he had been looking for her for 1892 days, why he hadn't found her yet, why she hadn't shown up yet.
Then she just appeared in front of him. A clean police uniform, clean face. Completely like another person, yet familiar.
It was only later that I realized that it was the only face he had ever loved.
Thick tiredness hits my heart again. His body was too tired to move. He could even feel that the injuries on his body were continuing to overdraw his vitality. He wanted to close his eyes, so he closed his eyes. Close your eyes, think about her quietly, think about their life. Even if there is no future, he has never lost it.
…
whistle.
Qing Zhai made a whistle like a ghost.
Just like that, it burrowed into his ear gently.
The voice was too low and too faint. He couldn't tell whether it was an illusion or reality. Is it because he has lost his will after listening to her too much, or is she really there.
"Qu-Qu-" one after another. Can't hear, can't tell. in this dark underground.
Han Chen's tears suddenly slipped from the corner of his eyes.
Then he slowly opened his eyes and, with all his strength, started to crawl. Slowly, crawl in her direction.
—
The same whistle, lingering through this claustrophobic and dark space.
It wakes up another person.
Another, dying man.
He was covered in blood and lay under the foundation. He was in a long, chaotic coma, draining his life little by little, until he heard her whistle.
He opened his eyes, slowly and slowly, opened Wen Qingjun's eyes.
To die, or to live. Just a thought.
She, or will there be no her
He just lay there, lying there for a long time, listening to her whistle.
Then he didn't move.
Jiutian Xuanyuan
He closed his eyes.
Just closed my eyes.
…
The people I love, the people I love.
Your whistle is the courage of his life.
It is also my determination to die.
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Su Mian leaned against the cold door, and the surroundings were pitch black. There was no sound, and no one else. She didn't know how long it had been, or where she was now.
She just held the whistle and blew it again and again. Her throat was hoarse, and her arms were numb with pain. She even felt that she didn't feel much anymore, just kept blowing, blowing.
Just blow until she can't blow it anymore.
She raised her eyes and looked at the pitch-black void like an abyss. Tears have dried up, she thought, probably down here. They are buried together, and they will eventually become the same pile of bones. Maybe they can be buried together.
In a trance, she suddenly heard a voice behind her.
There were some voices through the door.
She couldn't believe her ears, the whistle came out of her hand, and she turned around blankly, looking at the darkness.
In the darkness, someone's hand was groping on the door, and there was a rustling and weak voice.
In the dark, someone finally took hold of the key. In an instant, Su Mian's entire world seemed to stagnate because of it.
However, she heard the sound of the key turning. The door was pushed open.
She couldn't see that person's face, and that person couldn't see her either. She only heard the man whispering in a hoarse voice, "Su Mian, I'm here." Then he suddenly fell to the ground with a "bang".
Almost all of Su Mian's tears came out of her eyes at this moment. She fell to her knees and hugged his bloody body.
"Han Chen!"
She hugged him and sat on the ground, crying bitterly.
…
The best girl I've ever loved at my best age.
Regardless of the ends of the earth, regardless of life and death.
I will go to you and get you back.