Chapter 40

In reality, the abandoned roads were lonely, and the wind passed through the wilderness from a distance, and made a whistle -like hissing.

The gunfire sounded no sound.

"... Jiang Po." Yan Yan's tail sound was not very stable, but he tried his best to make his voice sink and solid: "It doesn't matter, no matter what happened, let's put the gun down first."

Outside the guardrail not far away, Jiang stopped half of his body in the night, as if he was controlled by a devil from the depths of the soul. The arm of the gun was raised up and lifted up, and his fingers trembled slightly ——

At this perspective, the muzzle is biased towards himself.

"Indeed, some things will always pass," Ajie said faintly, raised his hand to wipe the blood of his cheeks, and smiled: "But I think this 'Some things' refer to the present, not the past."

He was completely gone, and even a little leisurely. Yan Yan glanced at the end of the road sensitively. The two lights were crossing the hillside and approached along the highway at full speed. Soon the roar unique to motorcycles came from the road!

"Han Xiaomei!" Yan Yan said with a loud voice: "Be careful!"

As soon as Han Xiaomei looked back in the distance, she jumped up and hid, and the motorcycle driver rubbed her tightly!

Yan Yan stepped forward, jumped up on the fence, rolled up, and came to Jiang to stop on the side of Jiang to stop the M92 with a thunderbolt; Two drivers arrived.

Ajie grabbed a motorcycle back seat when she passed by, and flew up like a lightning. The other driver threw his tail and leaned over more than ten meters away. He picked up the metal sniper rifle box on the ground with one hand, and his head did not return to accelerate!

"Goodbye, the surname is strict." Ajie said coldly, "The next meeting is your death."

Yan Yan raised his hand and deducted the trigger, but the motorcycle suddenly started. In the deafening roar, he wiped the bullets with the bullets, like a golden meteor, galloping the wilderness at the end of the abandoned road.

boom! boom! boom!

The last three bullets chased the tail smoke to be empty, and the lights disappeared in the vast night. Yan Yan's "fuck!" Sentened chasing, and suddenly saw the distance, and reached out to the hillside of the five fingers. Intersection

Dangdang! A golden stone was excited, and Yan Yan smashed the empty gun on the stone.

The sharp police car came with the wind. On the distant viaduct, the flashing red and blue police lamps finally appeared.

"Are you okay?" Yan Yan wiped his blood and turned and asked, "Go on my car for a long time ... Jiang Po!"

Jiang Shun pressed his eyebrows tightly. Most of his face hid behind his palm. Although he tried his best to control, he couldn't calm down his shoulders. Yan Yan stepped forward and grabbed his arm forcibly dragging away. He saw that his complexion was blue and white. In such a dark situation, he could see the cold and cold lips that were always thin and shivering.

"Don't scare me, Jiang stop?" Yan Yan said with a whisper: "Wake up!"

"I'm sorry." Jiang Pu wanted to cover his face with his palm, but he couldn't get rid of his wrist in strict restraint.

"It's okay, it's okay." Yan Xiaomei used his eyes to signal Han Xiaomei to stay in the car not to approach, and at the same time carefully stopped Jiang in his arms: "Always pass, I am here, ah? Obedient?"

"I just wanted to help you." Jiang Pukong was hoarse, "but I can't ... I can"

He paused and finally said that sentence:

"I can't deduct the trigger."

Yan Yan was slightly stunned. Before he could understand what it meant, suddenly Han Xiaomei took a step -by -time machine to find out from the Coconki car and said anxiously: "Deputy Yan! To demolish the top of the residential building, the suspicious relics were found at the sniper scene! "

"Remnants?"

"A seven or eight -year -old short -sleeved white sweatshirts, there are old blood stains!"

Yan Yan only felt in his arms, and Jiang Pu pushed him away and gasped: "... What?"

Deep in my mind, it seemed full of countless thoughts, and it was all vast. Jiang stopped a few steps forward, reaching out again and holding the locking eyebrows, but even though the nails were deeply cut into the flesh, they couldn't feel any pain.

In the end, the only moment of the micro -end is like a trace, but he tried his best to be saved. He could only fall into the abyss.

He did not find himself in a hurry, and then he suddenly softened and lost his consciousness.

"—— Jiang Po!"

Yan Yan almost rushed forward, stopped the river, and patted his cheek and said, "Wake up! Jiang stop!"

Han Xiaomei was stunned, and stepped forward in three steps, and saw Yan Yan hugging Jiang's stop: "Go back and go 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 at him at a loss: "But the deputy, everyone has ..."

"Call the people's hospital." Yan Yan hugged Jiang to get on the back seat, forcing himself to take a deep breath and calm down, and said decisively: "— No, wait for a private hospital, I will tell you in the car, I will tell you Which one is. "

Ma Xiang drove the police car and whistled. He saw Yan Yan drill into the door in front of a few tens of meters, and then turned on the car with a large cut light and adjusted his head.

"Hey Brother Yan!" Ma Xiang dropped the window: "We rushed slowly ... Hey?!"

Cheniki ignored his call at all, and he didn't even have the meaning of waiting. He shouted directly in the opposite direction of the police car!

"..." A row of police cars stopped in turn, and everyone was stupid in the dust. For a while, Ma Xiang pointed out the window and was sadly angry at the farther and farther lanterns: "Do you rush to see your wife and give birth to a child? You have no wife! Hey!"

Cheronaky, who flashed the police lamp, galloped at full speed on the empty high speed, made a few red lights, leaving a black residual shadow in safety monitoring.

Yan Yan's haze pupils reflected in the rearview mirror. He looked at the back seat -Jiang Pu shaking slightly with the bumps of driving. A trace of pain appeared clearly.

I couldn't stop the trigger, he said that.

What's the meaning? Why?

What is going on undercover "rivets"?

In the past, it would always pass.

It doesn't matter if you have missed anything. If you want to pay a price, you will not face the future alone.

Native

turmoil.

Bump.

Jiang stopped where he was, but his whole body was hot but distressed, as if he was detained in a small dark space.

Am I dead? he thinks.

The soul seemed to float slowly in the deep water, and finally saw the light, and couldn't wait to drill up.

Rowing

The little boy poked his head from the river, and made a happy laughter. He Lingling went to the shore to climb up, grabbing the white sweat shirt that was stacked on the stone on the stone three or two times.

The sunset in the midsummer reflected his white side face, as if the skin was soaked in water, and his black hair was wet on his cheeks. His little partners who did not lay down were sitting on the stone, staring at all this silently, and after watching it for a long time, he said, "Your clothes are wet, don't you change it?"

"But I only have this."

"What should I do if that is 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 to think, 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 indescribable meaning in that smile, got up and took his hand: "Follow me."

The golden-red wind swept across the wilderness, wrapping in the breath of a distant city and rushing into the distance. The stage is extravagant, as always, the setting sun passes through the high stained glass windows, reflecting the empty theater and dusty seats; only a young boy in the front row is smiling and applauding the violinist who is performing alone——

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 was a child, 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 has ended, and the fleeting years of the white summer have become a thing of the past; can you still cheer and applaud me until the end of the day?

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 entering a persistent vegetative state again 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 swiping a stroke on the paper, and happy jumping and laughter came from outside the door, "Let's go, Team Jiang! 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!"...

...not seeing 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 had been inseparable from the very beginning, falling to the giant gate of purgatory that opened with a bang.

Chong——!

It was like the rest fell to the ground, and suddenly everything came to a standstill.

Explosions, burning, screams, call signs... all collapsed in an uproar like a silent mime, the flames faded to gray, and the ghosts at the bottom of the abyss were swallowed up in an instant.

Jiang Ting was suspended in midair 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, feeling 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 really 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."