The eaves of the windows were only nearly the length of the soles of the feet, and the cold wind blew on the face, almost crumbling as they moved against the wall.

Song Ju'an held his breath and looked up sideways.

At some point, the woman had retreated to the edge of the rooftop, stepped on the high platform and looked down at him.

A bolt of lightning struck in the sky, flashing on the woman's face, she moved her lips, Song Ju'an didn't even hear what she said, and the woman instantly fell downstairs.

The cold wind was howling, and there was a sudden commotion downstairs.

At that moment, Song Ju'an reflexively pounced and accurately grabbed the woman's wrist, but the person was already suspended in the air.

The safety rope is tied to the railing and carries a part of the weight attached to the waist.

Song Ju'an dragged the person with one hand, stepped on the window eaves as much as possible, and touched the safety buckle behind his waist with the other hand to confirm that it was tightened.

The woman was determined to die, hanging in the air and shaking, desperately trying to shake off the hand that was holding her.

"There's something that can't be solved, you have to die here!" Song Ju'an shouted breathlessly, and the blue tendons on his forehead jumped.

The woman's face was pale, her words were blown away in the wind, and her emotions were still extreme.

The police crouched on it to persuade, mentioning the child every word, and after several times, it finally played a distracting role.

The woman gradually calmed down, and Song Ju'an took the opportunity to stretch out her other hand to grab someone.

Seeing that he was about to touch the other party's arm, he saw that the woman's face suddenly changed drastically, and her expression was resentful.

Immediately after her arm was pulled fiercely, Song Ju'an saw through her intentions.

Just as the woman was about to break free of him, he unlocked the safety lock and jumped down, dragging the person towards him at the last moment.

In the storm, Song Ju'an was behind the woman.

In the rapidly descending mid-air, the pouring rain seemed to become more rapid.

With a loud "thump", the two bodies fell heavily on the safety air cushion.

Soon, the paramedics came up to take the woman away, Song Juan was lying on the air cushion and looking at the roof of the building, and the man's husband was still lying there looking down.

Thinking of her suddenly changed face before falling from the building, Song Ju'an closed his gaze and his eyes sank.

The crisis was resolved, and the crowd of onlookers dispersed and left.

Song Ju'an got off the air cushion, his right leg was a little numb, he forcibly walked to the fire truck, raised his eyes inadvertently, and slammed his feet.

The rain has decreased, and it is still dripping.

Firefighters removed the cordon, and the obscured view collided again.

A few meters away, Si Wei stood alone in the rain, her whole body was wet, her hair and clothes were close to her skin, and her whole body looked thin.

There was a dull pain in her chest, and Song Ju'an walked over to her.

Standing some distance away, she jerked her hand and pressed her hands on his chest.

Song Ju'an suffered pain in his leg and was forced to take a step back.

Si Wei was also a little unsteady, and people were still trembling: "Can you stop doing such dangerous things all the time!"

She was angry and afraid, and her usual calm and indifference was completely gone.

Song Ju'an was pushed into a daze, and when he tilted his head to react, he looked at her with the corner of his lips, and then took the person into his arms.

Siwei didn't have much strength on his body, and his back was pressed like this, and he stumbled between his chest.

In the overwhelming rain, she hung her hands at her side and let him hold her.

Song Ju'an wrapped his arms around the person with one hand and patted her on the back, without any lust, only comfort.

The hug was short-lived, and when they parted, Si Wei said slowly: "Grandma is sick, let's go see her." ”

Song Ju'an frowned, but he saw a heavy look in her eyes.

I probably understand why she's here.

He was confused, and only said, "Go inside and wait for me, and I'll go up with you in a while." ”

Si Wei did as he said, and Song Ju'an got into the fire truck, and soon came down, wearing black civilian clothes.

After the team members boarded the bus and left, Song Ju'an walked into the inpatient building.

He went to see the attending physician first, and when he came out, he was in a depressed state.

Si Wei accompanied him to the outside of the ward, and before the old man woke up, the two of them were talking outside the corridor.

"I'm bothering you these days. Song Ju'an leaned against the wall and said in a deep voice.

Siwei pinched the wet paper ball in his hand and asked, "What are you going to do?"

The doctor said that even if he had chemotherapy, he could not judge how long he would have the rest of his life. With his tongue on his cheeks, Song Ju'an exhaled deeply: "When the people wake up, I want to ask her what she means before deciding." ”

Si Wei nodded: "You haven't eaten yet, have you?"

The topic changed, and Song Juan looked at her, undeniable.

"There's a noodle restaurant next to the hospital, I'm going to eat that later?"

was asking what he meant.

Song Ju'an agreed, and when the rain was light, the two went to eat together.

The two of them, each with their own thoughts, did not take the initiative to find something to say.

Thinking about the patients in the hospital, they all ate quickly, and returned to the hospital in less than twenty minutes.

There were quite a few people waiting for the elevator, and Siwei looked at the time.

Normally, the old man woke up at this point, so they decided to go up the stairs.

The ward is on the fourth floor, and going upstairs is not a hassle.

The stairwell was very dark, and when he climbed to the third floor and reached the corner, Si Wei looked at the long staircase, raised his feet and walked a few steps, and then realized that something was wrong behind him.

She looked back at Song Ju'an, her eyes showing concern.

Song Ju'an had some difficulty going upstairs, and at this moment he was pressing his right knee with his hand, barely walking up.

He saw Si Wei stop, looked up at her worried expression, and smiled lightly: "I'm fine, you keep walking." ”

Although he said this, the dense cold sweat on his forehead betrayed his real situation at the moment.

Song Ju'an endured the throbbing pain in his leg and took a step forward, his right leg supporting half of the weight, and his left foot stepped on the first step.

This movement hurt so much that he almost snorted.

A hand suddenly appeared in his sight, "I'll help you." ”

Siwei stood in the dim light, his calm eyes revealing concern.

Silently facing each other, just like the meeting in the carriage that night.

Constant care, constant forbearance.

Song Ju'an wandered for a while, but in the end he still held her hand.

Siwei held the person with his left hand, put his right hand around his waist, and helped the person up to the fourth floor in a half-supported posture.

When they arrived at the door of the ward, the two stood still.

Siwei asked, "Is it still okay?"

Song Ju'an moved his right hand to the back of his waist and gently brushed her hand away: "It's okay to walk flat with this pain." ”

He straightened up and stood firm, looking like he was really fine.

Si Wei was skeptical: "Then I'll go in with you." ”

Song Ju'an didn't say a word, his eyes lowered and stared at her face, only to find that the dark circles under her eye sockets, even the black and clear eyes were bloodshot.

In the past few days when he was away, she hadn't rested much.

"Tomorrow. He stared at her, "You go back to sleep." ”

The tone was almost commanding, like when she was training in the team.

Siwei didn't insist anymore and went out to take a taxi home.

The car drove at a constant speed on the road, and Siwei leaned against the window of the back seat.

The neon lights of the night shine through the glass, reflected in her dim eyes, and disappeared as the car drove away.

8.23 Sichuan County house fire accident、At the search and rescue dog training ground, he said, "This dog's mother saved me", and every rainy day he has a dull pain in his leg......

The three key pieces of information overlapped, and the past was about to come out.

Siwei is not an emotionally exposed person, since he was eleven years old.

But now, she's having a hard time.

In Song Ju'an, she found some common ground in family affection between them.

Therefore, she will involuntarily warm him, this kind of active proximity, more like mutual attraction.

Since the reunion, she has discovered that he is too different.

Once, he fell into the dust, with the most broken of life, and in such a harsh environment, he did not fall, but experienced painful nirvana.

He stubbornly said hatred, but his heart always kept the warmth that flowed.

In this crazy world where circumstances determine human nature, he wins!

"Girl, girl?" the driver shouted to her in front of her, and Si Wei slowly retracted his thoughts, and there were tears in his eyes.

She looked out the window.

"It's on the ground. The driver reminded in the rearview mirror.

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In the ward, the old man leaned on the head of the bed after eating, and in just a few days, her eye sockets were deep, and she had lost a lot of weight, and she had been looking at her grandson over and over again since a few minutes ago.

Song Ju'an took a pot of hot water and poured two cups, one cup in his hand, and half of the cup was attached to his right leg.

"I've talked to the doctor and it's more appropriate for radiotherapy if..."

"No need. The old man spoke calmly, his eyes full of relief and contentment.

Song Ju'an licked his lips: "In addition to the ones that have been called to you regularly over the years, I still have savings, and I can afford the medical expenses." ”

The old man shook his head: "I mean, this disease doesn't need to be treated, I have already lived enough at this age." ”

“……”

"Grandma knows that you are a good child, but what is the difference between living 75 years old and living 80 years old, I have no other wishes in life, I can see my grandson more before leaving, I have nothing else to ask for. The old man laughed slowly.

Hearing this sentence made people inexplicably sad, Song Juan gritted his teeth and frowned.

"Didn't you always have to make it up to me?" he looked up, his eyes red.

The old man paused and asked, "Then have you forgiven grandma now?"

Song Ju'an took a deep breath and glanced to the side, "The water is going to be cold, drink the medicine." ”

As he spoke, he picked out the Western medicine tablets, a total of seven or eight tablets, watched the old man finish the medicine, shook the bed flat for her, turned off the light and walked out of the ward.

Some people say that people who live in this world do much more wrong things than right things, regret in the face of the lost life, return to the present and have no way to let go, and bear the haze of the past in every living moment.

Today's Song Ju'an is like this, he is hesitating between the two extremes, knowing what may be waiting for him next tomorrow, but he can't convince himself to let go completely.

He sat on the chair with his head propped up for a while, then took out his mobile phone and sent a text message to Zheng Yan.

Before leaving the mission, he put the two mahogany boxes in the equipment room, and the fire brigade will come for a physical examination tomorrow, so he can bring them by the way.

This night, Song Ju'an slept on a chair in the corridor, a few and barely able to sleep in a row, and the temperature dropped in the second half of the night, and his leg hurt like being smashed by a hammer.

The pain of reality tugged at his thoughts, and then he fell into a dark dream.

Song Ju'an opened his eyes, he was lying on the cold, spiky ground, the tip of his nose was a pungent smell of smoke, and his vision was full of collapsed wooden beams.

There was a messy footstep above the surface, and he tried to call for help, but not only could he not make a sound, but his face hurt fiercely as soon as he moved.

He laboriously wiped the corners of his mouth, and his palms were covered with blood.

Song Ju'an reacted from the initial confusion and instinctively got up to find an exit, but the leg pierced by the glass strip couldn't move at all.

He found a stone to tap on the ground, sending a distress signal to the outside.

After a long time, the nearby ruins were removed, and he followed the sound and tilted his head, and the man's hideous face poked out from the other side, and he crawled towards him, his mouth twitching and cursing.

Seeing that he was about to climb to this side, the man suddenly screamed, his lower body stuck on the opening, his distorted face froze for two seconds, and he swallowed with a shudder.

Song Ju'an stared at that place in horror until his consciousness was lost, and he finally woke up from the nightmare.

He leaned back in his chair and looked to the small window at the end of the hallway.

The rising light from the sky spilled onto the windowsill, and the clouds that had been thick all night were broken, and the sky was bright.

Song Ju'an went to the bathroom to wash his face, adjusted his state and walked into the ward.

Xu Heyan followed two surgeries in a row, and went to see the old man as soon as he was free.

The door was open, and as soon as she stood at the door, Song Juan rushed out of it, and the two almost collided.

Xu Heyan blocked the folder in front of his chest: "So urgent, what's the matter?"

"The man is gone. ”

“…… Then it is possible to go to the bathroom. ”

Song Ju'an pressed his forehead irritably: "It's impossible, the bed is cold, at least walk for an hour." ”