Sweet Nothings

Yan Qing fell heavily on the air-cushion bed, and the chaotic figures screamed at her and hugged her up, surrounded by airtightness, the explosion upstairs continued to roar, there were many voices shouting, and countless hands came to touch her.

She couldn't hear anything, and she couldn't recognize the appearance of these people.

In his ears, a man laughed or dumbly called "Qing Qing", shattering her internal organs with a single cry, her red and swollen eyes were wide open, and she could no longer see him. Only the red ones were reflected The night sky and the tumbling smoke window.

Yan Qing's mind seemed to be cut open with a knife and axe, inheriting the lost memory.

She is Yun Qing, Yan Qing, every morning when she wakes up she will fall in love with his blank soul again, all the fierce rushing past, his childhood boy, his bruises all over the frame, a frame of infatuated expression, a brain breakout , Fiercely hit her collapsed nerves.

But it's gone.

The person she loves and cherishes will never have one.

Why is she alive.

Someone wants to help her up and pull her arm.

Yan Qing resisted vigorously, avoiding hysterically.

Don't go.

This is the closest place to him, only to die together when they die together.

But an increasingly severe headache crushed her will. She was unable to control herself. Her eyes were drooping heavily. Through the gaps of her eyelashes, she was still staring at the fire tongue above in the last few seconds of her sober. She burst into tears helplessly. , The body curled up into a stiff mass.

Huo Yunshen, can you wait for me.

When Yan Qing opened his eyes again, his vision blurred for a long time before it became clear.

She was relocated, lying on a hospital bed with a needle in her back, and the fluid in the infusion tube dropped into her body, shaking with cold.

The smell of disinfection water and a light floral fragrance mixed in the ward. It was empty and quiet. Only a person sitting on the chair beside the bed was staring at her nervously. When she opened her eyes, she was so excited that she would cry.

"Ma'am, do you have a headache? Do you have any memory problems? Tell me where you feel uncomfortable. During your lethargy, I did a detailed examination for you. The result is completely normal. I really ... … "

Yan Qing didn't speak and went straight to pull the needle of the infusion.

Dr. Ho was frightened with cold sweat and hurried to stop it. When she came across her, she somehow remembered that she had to shake hands with his wife before. Mr. Huo's gaze that could crush him to dust, he subconsciously put it on the quilt and held her.

"Madam! What are you doing!"

Yan Qing was still silent, propped herself up, and got out of bed regardless of the return of blood.

Dr. He froze for a moment, and suddenly understood her state at the moment.

He glanced back anxiously outside the door, without moving, it seemed that the rescue was not over ...

At this time, any consolation was useless. After the explosion, his wife had no idea of ​​survival. She felt no pain or bleeding. She could not listen to his gentle persuasion, and she wanted to go to the extreme.

Dr. He condensed his nerves and suddenly said aloud, "Zong Huo exchanged himself for you, did you just spoil it so badly? Then he kept planning so much and kept his life in mind to clear obstacles for you , Paving the way for the future, what is the picture! "

Yan Qing seemed to be frozen, slowly raising his head, his face pale, his eyes full of death, staring blankly at him.

Dr. He couldn't help but feel sad.

He was a determined atheist, but he couldn't help but quietly worship the Bodhisattva, praying that Huo in the rescue room could escape the disaster.

In addition to the pure land in this ward, there are already storms outside. I do n’t know how many people are guarding it.

But the result hasn't come out yet, he dare not tell too much.

Once the rescue fails ...

It's better to be desperate than to ignite hope and ruin it.

What he should do at the moment is to attract the attention of his wife as much as possible. Moreover, the piles and pieces he wants to talk about are facts. He didn't intend to hide them and wanted to let her know.

Dr. He lifted his breath and continued to say in a loud voice: "Mr. Huo guessed the key to awakening your memory a long time ago, but how to do it has never been determined. Our plan is fake death, and we did as much as possible based on false death. Unpredictable, Huo Linchuan did not intend to let you go. The situation is a sudden change on the spot. All we can do is leave only an air mattress. In order to protect you, Huo would rather turn the fake into reality. Take your own life. "

Yan Qing was riddled with a few words, his voice hoarse: "He replaced me with himself, without him, I woke up, I live, what meaning does it have!"

"He made preparations in advance," Dr. He recalled the scene at that time, and couldn't hide his excitement. "The day he took you with you in costume, he verbally verbally told him what was happening on the phone. If he had an accident, I would wash your memory , Let you treat him like ... "

Yan Qing has difficulty breathing: "What is it."

"... a husband without feelings, you only need to feel at ease to accept the property he left to you, without having to shed more tears for his death."

Yan Qing's unconscious heart was burned to ashes by a fire.

He not only left her, but also stolen her memory together, erasing the traces of Huo Yunshen who had been loved and cherished in this world.

He wanted to die silently and become a transparent shadow that had never been important.

Yan Qing's chest fluctuated rapidly, staring at Dr. Ho, whose singing voice trembles and tunes: "Dare you ... dare you!"

She backed away, fiercely defending her only treasure.

Dr. He was uncomfortably twisted at the beginning, and when she decided to do so, his wife could not resist, perhaps not letting her know that it was easier to operate, but out of selfishness, he just wanted to tell her when she remembered everything.

All the way witnessed Mrs. Huo and Mrs. Huo coming over, if he really arrived that day, how could he let him go.

The ward in the ward was struggling, and in the hallway outside, there was a sudden sound of stumbling footsteps, rushing towards the door, and slamming open the door. The person came out gasping for tears, and nodded desperately in tears, unable to make a sound.

Yan Qing froze.

It ’s Min Jing.

There was a blank space in her mind, and an incredibly tiny burst of light ignited, and she dared not speak, pursing her lips.

Dr. He understood what was going on, and at the sight of Min Jing's reaction, he suddenly fell out and his eyes were red.

He turned back tremblingly and choked: "Ma'am, I, I can tell you the truth. President Huo, when the explosion happened, he was blocked by a metal door that was overturned by the airflow. After flying to President Huo, he made an angle on the wall and helped him bear most of the damage ... "

After the incident, they thought they would not survive.

But the hard metal door, which was originally locked from the outside and sealed the road, was almost three people wide to match the large suite, and the material was exceptionally strong.

Huo Linchuan arranged the explosives for the lives of the room on the third floor, and did not intend to blow up the entire building, so the amount and power of the explosives were not too large.

In fact, according to the direction of the moment when the explosive airflow came over, it could not be accurate to Huo Huo, there was a deviation, but Huo Linchuan was lying at the door at the time, the door was stumbled by his body, and the angle was reversed, which just happened to fly It's the best place to go.

Huo Linchuan died completely, and his body was incomplete, but at the most crucial juncture, he was forced to use his physical body to repay his numerous crimes.

Yan Qing blinked slowly, his fingers shaking.

"Even in this case, President Huo was still affected, and his left half was injured. He was at the scene for too long. He was severely suffocated, and he lost blood with two shots." Rescue, we are afraid of failure, so we dare not say too early, but now he, he can survive ... "

His voice did not fall, and the responding Yan Qing burst into tears, biting her lips hard to hold back. She pulled off the needle on the back of her hand, and regardless of the spilled blood, stumbled out of the ward.

Huo Yunshen has launched a rescue room and is still in a coma. He is observing in the intensive care unit and is temporarily not allowed to visit.

There is a piece of glass on the outer wall of the intensive care unit, and you can see the inside. A group of well-dressed men are all around there, all of them sighing and crying for the rest of the life.

Min Jing ran with Yan Qing, guarding her around.

When the crowd noticed that she appeared, they murmured consciously and gave way to both sides, letting out the middle.

Yan Qing walked forward faintly, the closer she was, the more frightened her teeth were trembling. She was still wearing a sick suit and the redness on the back of her hands was wet. She was afraid to disturb the gods. Wipe his eyes and look inside.

On the white bed, the quilt covered the man's chest, covering his wounds. He closed his eyes, the street was dark, the thin lips were pale, and the facial features faded the usual coldness.

He did not know he was being rescued.

He didn't know he could live.

At this moment, he faced her as if to die, no resistance, only fragility and tenderness.

Yan Qing was motionless against the glass.

No one had the courage to speak out, lowering his head and lowering his head, Min Jing calmed down a bit, and immediately returned to the role of Min Tezhu, dispersed the people, took them away quietly, leaving this space only to Yan Qing himself .

Yan Qing looked at him intently, and after a long while, he bit his wrist and cried with a whimper, and smiled with tears.

"Husband," she bent her warming fingers, tapped gently on the glass, and asked wrongly, "When will you wake up, I want to go home with you."