Autor: Zhao Xibao Tradução automática
Thinking of the text message he sent her, she did not know when he started to learn how to use emojis.
Thinking of his overly formal confession to her, as well as his overly informal proposal.
Thinking of how he would be jealous of Huo Baiwan.
Thinking of how he would gently kiss her forehead and say that he loved her... ...
Time really flies. It was only a little over a year's time, but he seemed to have brought her emotions that she had never experienced in her entire life. He brought her to taste all the emotions in this world.
At this moment, Zhao Yancheng obviously noticed that something was wrong here. He led the ambulance staff to quickly go up and check the wall behind Zhao Siqing. In a deep voice, he said, "quick, tear down the wall. Clear out this steel bar. "
Zhao Siqing lowered her eyes and thought, so it's steel bar.. She still thought that it was just some iron rods. There was no difference.
Gravel began to fly everywhere. Huo Jingchen hugged her head tightly and held her in his arms.
Not a single piece of rock flew onto Zhao Siqing's body.
Jiang Jingming rushed over to help when he was done.
A few minutes later, the entire steel bar was removed from the wall. Huo Jingchen immediately picked up Zhao Siqing and placed her on the stretcher.
Zhao Yancheng looked at Zhao Siqing on the stretcher, whose face was pale and covered in blood.
The cold and tough man was in a daze at this moment. He stood there in a daze as he watched Huo Jingchen and the medical staff carry Zhao Siqing away. He did not regain his senses for a long time.
Time will teach you how to be cruel.
Seven years ago, he watched Zhao Siqing being forced to leave without any signs of life. He had sworn countless times that he would return one day and protect her and Yang Jingqiu.
But now that time had passed, he could only watch them get hurt, suffer, and even die time and time again.
Zhao Yancheng turned around and looked around. The abandoned factory that was already in a sorry state was full of broken walls and ruins.
The ground was uneven, and even the roof had been blasted into many large pits. It was like a dangerous building that was on the verge of collapse.
The strong smell of gunpowder and blood filled the air. Light and shadows flashed past the windows, reflecting the dust that was floating in the air.
His old friends and brothers were not around. They were either in a bloody mess or his life was unknown.
Zhao Yancheng slowly walked to the window and looked at the river mouth outside the factory. His gaze was deep.
What was the meaning of life?
Was It war, surrender?
Was it sacrifice, or dedication... ...
A phone rang, breaking the solemn and calm atmosphere in the factory.
Zhao Yancheng lowered his head and took out his phone. He was a little dazed when he saw the number. It was Yang Jingqiu.
He picked up the phone slowly in silence and said in a low and hoarse voice, "mom. "
The voice that came from the receiver was not Yang Jingqiu's usual cold and stern voice. Instead, there was a rare sense of unease and warmth. "Yancheng, where are you and Qing Qing? "
The almost 1.9-meter-tall man's cheek muscles twitched slightly, and his eyes actually felt a little sore.
His silence made Yang Jingqiu fall silent as well. She did not ask further, but waited for his reply with rare patience.
After a long while, Zhao Yancheng said in a deep voice, "I'm fine. Qing Qing is a little injured. Huo Jingchen sent her to the hospital. "
At this point, the metal rod that was inserted into Zhao Siqing's body from behind appeared in Zhao Yancheng's mind. The hand that was holding the phone tightened.
Yang Jingqiu said softly, "which hospital? I'll go there now. "
After Zhao Yancheng gave her the hospital, Yang Jingqiu said softly, "take care of yourself. Mom is getting old. "
Zhao Yancheng lowered his eyes and replied, "I'm fine. "