Deserted Island: The Survival Journey of a Beautiful President

Luo Quan left, but left a mess behind.

Those who are alive do not have the luck of the rest of their lives.

There is only endless sorrow for the dead.

Mo Qing lowered his head and looked at the woman in his arms tenderly.

This woman is not the one he loves the most, but now it is hard to give up.

Lan Yan was lying on his chest like a quiet kitten, but the pain caused by the gunshot wound on her back made her body twitch from time to time.

Wearing a wine red dress with an open back, she is like a coquettish rose dripping with blood.

It's just that this rose has no thorns, and some are full of scars.

His white back was covered with whip marks, burns, and two shocking bullet holes.

Mo Qing just glanced at it, and didn't dare to look any further. He shouted: "Help, come quickly! Help!"

All the people who could still move moved closer.

Neither Han Ling nor Lin Yuyan are doctors, and they don't know how serious Lan Yan's injuries are now.

They also had no experience in dealing with gunshot wounds.

"Let me see it." A cold voice sounded.

The two women stepped out of the way.

Song Lingxiu stepped forward. She had studied medicine and worked as a nurse.

After a careful inspection by her, she finally shook her head.

"I can't do anything. Both shots hit her internal organs. Her internal organs were damaged. If there are supporting equipment such as an operating room, maybe she can be saved."

"No, there must be a way"

Sitting on the ground, Mo Qing firmly grabbed Song Lingxiu's hand, his expression excited, "Tell me, there is still a way, right?

Even if it's my life in exchange, I must save her! "

Song Lingxiu said nothing.

Lan Yan smiled and said: "Let go, from the moment I blocked the bullet for you, I knew my end, I don't regret it"

As she spoke, she stretched out her hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of Mo Qing's eyes.

Han Ling and Lin Yuyan were already crying, they turned around tacitly to take care of Zhang Yiming, and at the same time gave Mo Qing and Lan Yan some space.

Song Lingxiu looked at the injury on Mo Qing's leg, "Do you need me to take a look at your injury?"

"No thanks"

Song Lingxiu walked towards her husband's body.

She gently adjusted Lu Yuanbo's collar with her hands, and combed his messy hair.

It's like a virtuous wife making the final preparations for her husband who is about to go away.

This time, the husband did not come back.

"I'm sorry, I'm not qualified as your wife"

Song Lingxiu was beside Lu Yuanbo, whispering softly.

She did too many things to sorry Lu Yuanbo.

In the past, she disliked Lu Yuanbo's weakness and let others bully him, but she didn't know how to resist.

Later, he was brave and used his life to protect her, but this time, she would rather he was as weak as before.

"Mo Qing, haven't you been asking me why I like you before?"

Lan Yan blinked her big eyes and looked at the man in front of her with a smile.

There was no trace of blood on her face, she was as pale as a piece of white paper.

However, this smile is still beautiful.

"Why?" Mo Qing asked.

"I won't tell you, I want you to think about this question all the time, so that you will always remember me," Lan Yan said with a smirk.

"You will always remember me?"

Lan Yan was a little unsure, so she asked again.

"I will, I will always remember it, and I will never forget it." Mo Qing's voice was low.

Only then did Lan Yan regain her smile, "That's right, I heard that when the last person in the world who remembers you dies, that person will really bid farewell to this world."

"I hope that the last person in this world who can remember me is you"

Mo Qing didn't say a word, he didn't know what to say, he just hugged Lan Yan, other than that, he couldn't do anything.

"Do you remember what I said before? No matter who you like, I will chase you until your wedding day. If the bride is not me, I will give up"

"Remember"

"It's a pity that I can't see the day you get married, and the bride won't be me." Lan Yan looked lonely.

"Find a girl you love, who also loves you, have a child together, raise him up together, grow old together, and love each other forever"

There was light in her eyes, as if thinking of the scene where Mo Qing fell in love with his love.

In her fantasy, that love is her.

The illusion is shattered, leaving only naked/naked reality.

Lan Yan looked at the sun that was about to set in the distance, and the last afterglow sprinkled on the earth and on her body.

The sun will still rise tomorrow, but she can no longer feel the warmth of the sun.

"Watch the sunset with me one last time"

"Um"

The two snuggle together, and the setting sun in the sky will eventually dissipate.

The sea changes color with the sky.

When the setting sun dies, it loses its color.

"Mo Qing, bury me in this sea, let me go to the end of the world with the wind and waves"

Those were the last words she left in this world.

Mo Qing just hugged her blankly, his eyes were empty.

He didn't remember who removed Lan Yan from his arms in the end, nor how he got back to the camp.

Just remember there was a fire, and the fire lit a pile of wood.

In the wood lay a man.

That person is like Sleeping Beauty from fairy tales.

It's just that Sleeping Beauty can wait for the prince's kiss, and all she has left is the burning of the fire.

Later, Mo Qing stood on the edge of the cliff and sprinkled white crumbs.

Crumbs are blown by the wind, all the way into the sea.

When all the white crumbs were scattered, he didn't know what it meant.

Just always want to say something, always want to express something.

But the heart is pale.

in the camp.

Song Lingxiu joined the team, and she has changed a bit, she likes to hold a jar every day.

Mo Qing also forgot what was in the jar.

Looks like white flakes too.

He's been forgetful lately.

Forgot too many things.

Sometimes I suddenly think of it, but I forget it when I turn around.

Because of his leg injury, he can only stay in the camp on weekdays, and needs help when walking.

Staying in camp is boring.

But he didn't want to hang out either.

It seems that he has become an otaku.

noon.

Lunch is ready.

Considering that there are wounded in the team, the lunch these days is very rich.

Han Ling walked into the shelter and helped Mo Qing to eat.

He sat beside a pot of boiled meat and wild vegetables, and bird eggs in a mud bowl beside him.

The bird eggs were pulled out from which tree Ayi did not know.

Mo Qing looked at the people sitting beside him eating.

Ayi was chewing on the rice, and it was delicious.

Zhang Yiming was covered with bandages all over his body, but his mouth was still beeping non-stop.

Lin Yuyan fed him with the bowl and chopsticks.

His situation was even worse than Mo Qing's.

Song Lingxiu was still holding the jar, and she never left her hand.

Han Ling was picking up vegetables for herself, and she was injured during this time, it was really hard for her.

It's just that there seems to be one person missing, who is missing?
"Han Ling, call Lan..."

In the middle of speaking, Mo Qing was stunned.

His tears flowed down unconsciously, followed by howling.

I'm a little forgetful, forgetting a lot of things, including the fact that you left me.