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With his head down, Xiao Ling walked along the wall, carefully dodging the place where the flames had splashed out, and pasted the stickers in his backpack on the wall as a signal.

When Xiao Ling was still very young, he got lost during a hunt. Fortunately, Shao Fu finally found him.

When they found him, it was already late at night, and while the two were walking, the young Xue Wenshu tied pieces of cloth to the passing tree.

"Be sure to leave a mark so that others can find you."

This was Shao Fu's teaching, Xiao Ling kept it in his heart, and subconsciously used it at this critical moment of life and death.

Huo crazily meanders along the wall, devouring everything in front of him, Xiao Ling accidentally inhaled a mouthful of smoke and choked violently, his eyes went dark, and he almost lost his pace.

He arched his body and lowered his head, which made him feel better, but his eyes were still a little dim.

It's not a secret that Xiao Ling is afraid of fire.

After all, his stress reaction is too obvious, as long as anyone who has been with him can see it, for example, Chu Fenglang knew it when he filmed a scene with him.

But few people know why Xiao Ling is afraid of fire.

The Fengning Palace that night in my memory seemed to be no different from usual.

The little prince woke up suddenly from his dream and walked out the door. The air tonight seemed to be bad, and the moon and stars had disappeared without a trace.

The little prince stared at the black night sky, saw a ball of fire moving in the night sky, and he followed slowly.

A woman in a robe is barefoot and holds a torch.

The little prince walked behind her, hesitated for a long time, and called out: "Mother."

Empress Chen turned her head back, at this time she was already so thin that she couldn't see the color of her lips, and her whole face was pale as if she had no facial features.

She seemed to smile, and said in a gentle tone: "Shh, Ling'er don't talk, just stand here and watch, no matter what happens later, don't call anyone, don't move, let alone cry."

The little prince didn't know why, so he asked softly, "What is mother going to do?"

Empress Chen smiled: "My mother has been ill for a long time and is in great pain. The pain is unbearable, so my mother wants to save herself so that she will never be in pain again."

Looking at the dancing flames, the little prince seemed to have a premonition, and asked, "...Mother, can I save you?"

"No." Empress Chen's tone was still gentle, "No one can really save others. People live in this world, whether it's happiness or pain, they all belong to themselves. No one can really save others. You want Remember this sentence, you must remember..."

The little prince stood where he was, watching Empress Chen enter the door, and ignited everything in the room, and the flames engulfed Empress Chen instantly.

The people in Fengning Palace were awakened. They cried bitterly and shouted "Walk the water, run the water", trying to save Empress Chen out.

But Xiao Ling knew that no one could save his mother, except the mother herself.

The matter of his mother setting fire to commit suicide due to illness has always remained in Xiao Ling's heart, like a black dog that follows him everywhere.

No matter how much Xiao Ling wished he could forget, he couldn't truly forget this night.

The figure of his mother burning in the fire has long been deeply imprinted on his heart.

Xiao Ling is afraid of fire, but he is even more afraid of those who cannot be redeemed because of pain like his mother.

Such as the original owner, such as Xiao Yuan, such as the many, many people Xiao Ling met in this world... He can't see the pain of others, he wants to save others, so he was in the stairwell just now, obviously he could react at that moment and jump down , but Xiao Ling chose to push Zhao Ming down immediately, and missed his precious chance to escape.

Will he regret it?

Xiao Ling didn't know about this question.

Xiao Ling only knew that at the moment he did these things, he never regretted it.

At the last moment when he was about to lose consciousness, the figure of his mother seemed to appear in the raging fire in front of Xiao Ling, and his mother was still standing quietly in the sea of ​​flames.

Burning, no more pain...

"Xiao Ling, Xiao Ling! Wake up!"

A familiar voice rang in Xiao Ling's ears, and he felt that his whole body was drenched with water, and someone poured a lot of water into his mouth, and covered his mouth and nose with a wet cloth.

Xiao Ling opened his eyes, and the person in the sea of ​​fire slowly changed from his mother to...a teacher.

"why you?"

Xiao Ling woke up, it was actually Xue Wenshu in front of him, he was hugging himself, looking very anxious, his face had black marks from the smoke.

Such a teacher is very embarrassing.

Xiao Ling had never seen Xue Wenshu so embarrassed.

The teacher always seems to be able to do a job with ease.

For some reason, under such an absurd scene, Xiao Ling laughed out loud.

Seeing Xiao Ling's smile, Xue Wenshu seemed helpless, but at the same time seemed relieved.

He wiped the ashes from his face: "...I will one day be scared to death by you, Your Highness the Crown Prince."

"I wasn't often scared to death by you before."

Xiao Ling looked outside, and found that he seemed to be in an office now. Through the window, it could be seen that the corridor outside was completely engulfed by fire.

"At least you seem to remember everything I said." Xue Wenshu hugged him tightly again, "I saw the marks you made along the way."

When Xiao Ling saw the water on his body, he knew it was made by Xue Wenshu. Then he saw that the mineral water in the bag had been used up, and Xue Wenshu's body was still dry.

Xiao Ling was startled: "Teacher, did you use all the water on me?"

Xue Wenshu smiled: "As long as you are fine, I will never let you leave in front of me again."

Xiao Ling was taken aback for a moment, then he looked at Xue Wenshu fixedly: "You..."

Why did he never think that his own death had dealt a huge blow to the teacher?

Xue Wenshu also looked at him, and their eyes met. After a while, Xue Wenshu sighed: "With your reflexes, you shouldn't be unable to get out, and you shouldn't be trying to save others. You're in danger...haven't you considered how uncomfortable the person who cares about you will be when you do this?"

Xiao Ling didn't speak.

Xue Wenshu continued: "It is impossible for a person to always save others. You don't need to save others... These things are not your fault, you didn't cause them... I know that in your heart, you have always been for Queen Chen. The death of her was extremely painful, you hoped that you could save her at that time..."

But at that time Xiao Ling was too young, he didn't react, he was frightened by the fire, so he didn't go to save Empress Chen either.

This became a knot in Xiao Ling's heart. Since then, he has gradually changed, trying to save the suffering people in front of him, and try his best to influence the people who are stuck in the knot.

Yan Chengyi didn't understand why, other people might just think Xiao Ling was nice.

Only Xue Wenshu understands that Xiao Ling is getting older and his appearance has changed, but his heart is always trapped in the night of Empress Chen's death. He sealed off his soul and cut off all emotions in self-blame.

Only Xue Wenshu knew why Xiao Ling did this.

Xiao Ling looked at him, wondering if it was because the oxygen was getting less and less that made him dizzy, he was a little dazed: "I...have I cut off all emotions?"

No, there is no such thing.

Xue Wenshu hugged him, and there was a faint trace of disappointment on his handsome face: "If you don't...then why don't you feel my feelings?"

Xiao Ling was stunned.

Xue Wenshu helped Xiao Ling up: "Let's go out and talk about it."

Xiao Ling staggered to his feet and had no time to think about the meaning of Xue Wenshu's words.

The corridor was already covered in flames, the temperature was so high that it was hard to breathe, and the fire exit was on the other side of the room, they couldn't get out, how could they get there?

Xue Wenshu observed it, and quickly said, "We go through the wall."

Through the wall?

Xue Wenshu squatted down and tapped on the wallboard, as if he had found a gap between the two screws. While measuring, he explained: "The walls of this kind of office are all plasterboard walls. Find a load-bearing position. Break through the middle, and we can go through the wall too."

It sounded like whimsical words, but Xiao Ling knew that the teacher would definitely do it.

Xue Wenshu said he could do it, so he must be able to do it.

I saw Xue Wenshu smashing a hole in the plaster wall with a chair, and then tearing open a passage for a person to pass through with his hands. The body first passed through to observe, and then shouted: "Come on, you come in first."

Xiao Ling immediately followed the instructions and climbed over. Xue Wenshu protected him all the way, passed through two layers of walls, and finally reached the stairs.

Only then did Xiao Ling feel relieved.

Just after the first floor, a thick cloud of smoke and dust came to the nostrils.

"The lower floor is all on fire."

Xiao Ling: "Then what should we do?"

Xue Wenshu looked at him and suddenly laughed: "Aren't you afraid?"

"Afraid." Xiao Ling said bluntly, "But teacher, if you are by my side, you will die together, and I have already died once. I have earned the life of this year or so."

Xue Wenshu really laughed out loud this time, even tears.

Xiao Ling didn't even understand why the teacher laughed like this.

Are you so happy about dying?

"But the teacher won't let you die."

Xue Wenshu picked up Xiao Ling, carried him on his back and rushed to the platform between the two floors, turned over the platform and ran towards the outside.

"Teacher, this is the fifth floor, the two of us will die if we jump off." Xiao Ling shouted on Xue Wenshu's back.

When he came to the fence, Xue Wenshu glanced downstairs. The fire engine had already arrived, but the fire was too big for them to come up.

Xue Wenshu found a flashlight from Xiao Ling's backpack, tied the flashlight with a rope, swung the flashlight around at a very fast speed, the huge halo spread out, and was soon noticed by the people downstairs. The firefighters then put fire mats on their backs.

"The height of the fifth floor, if the posture is correct, you will be fine if you jump down."

Xue Wenshu took off Xiao Ling's backpack and put his hands on his shoulders.

Behind him, tongues of flame were already rapidly burning towards the platform.

Only then did Xiao Ling realize that Xue Wenshu's left arm was burnt.

"Teacher! You...you were burned!" Xiao Ling screamed out.

"Jump down, both of us can be saved." Xue Wenshu didn't even look at his wound, "Stand up, then stretch your legs forward, make a posture of sitting back, keep your center of gravity, and jump down, understand? "

Xiao Ling disagreed: "Teacher, you are injured, you jump first!"

Xue Wenshu's face turned cold: "So you also know that I am a teacher."

The fire was getting closer and closer, like a beast opening its mouth, trying to devour the two of them in one bite.

"obedient!"

Xiao Ling could only nod his head: "I jumped, you jump immediately!"

Xiao Ling stood on a high platform, which was so high that people could feel dizzy. He also had a role in jumping off a building when he was filming "Snow White", but he took a full set of protective measures when filming the film. Now if one of them fails to jump well...

Xiao Ling turned his head and found that Xue Wenshu was bending over and frowning, obviously in pain.

With a thought in his heart, Xiao Ling shouted: "Teacher, you are the most important person to me in this world!"

He saw Xue Wenshu suddenly raised his head in surprise, Xiao Ling jumped out, like a free bird, flying higher and higher——

The last thing I saw was the teacher's smile in the fire. Before I closed my eyes, only my mother was gradually burning. Now this terrifying figure is replaced by the teacher——

Xue Wenshu stood in the fire, not burning, and stretched out his hand to him with a smile: "You will be fine, and I will be fine, with me here, don't be afraid."

The moment he landed on the fire mat, Xiao Ling felt that he would no longer be afraid of fire...

When Xiao Ling woke up, he found that he was plugged into a ventilator, and Yan Chengyi was beside him.

This picture is so familiar...

The last time he and his teacher almost got into a car accident, it was like this when they woke up.

Drowning, car accident, shooting, fire... Xiao Ling's short life of less than 20 years was really full of disasters.

Just like the first protagonist he played, Lin Wuqi in "Hundred Years of Love".

Someone once said that the fate between an actor and a character is wonderful. Sometimes an actor will even experience things that the character will experience. When the actor resonates with the character in the soul, the fate may also resonate.

This is a metaphysical statement, without any scientific basis, but everyone likes legends, just like now, even Xiao Ling himself began to believe this.

Lin Wuqi died three times in his life, and finally attained the Dao, regained his golden body, and became a god.

And Xiao Ling actually "died" four times, one more than Lin Wuqi, Lin Wuqi was to overcome the catastrophe, so what was Xiao Ling's "death" for?

If it's not Transcending Tribulation, then what is it?If this is crossing the catastrophe, what will he get if he succeeds in crossing the catastrophe?

Yan Chengyi rushed to Xiao Ling's bed, Xiao Ling took off the oxygen tube on his nose, and said in a low voice, "I'm fine... Where's the teacher?"

After the last car accident, Xiao Ling was fine, but Xue Wenshu was injured and lay down for a long time due to concussion.

This time, Xiao Ling was still fine. Xue Wenshu had a burn on his left arm that was infected, and he inhaled smoke, and his respiratory tract was injured. It was much more serious than last time, and he had already entered the ICU.

Xiao Ling stood outside the glass door of the ICU with no expression on his face, but his heart was aching.

Perhaps it was because of this encounter that the mist that isolated Xiao Ling's heart from the world finally dissipated, and the feelings that were deeply suppressed in his heart gushed out like waves.

This time, Xiao Ling finally understood what was going on.