Zhao Jianling sat on a chair in a fast food restaurant, wearing Xiaoyuan's coat, still sobbing.

But her mood is much calmer now than it was just now.

"Don't cry, you're scared me to death!I thought something had happened to you!" Xiao Yuan chattered angrily, and then pushed a chicken rice set in front of her: "What the hell is going on?"

The sword spirit pouted, ate first, and then cried twice, and then completely relaxed and told her what had happened......

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At noon, Zhao Jianling carried the piano on his back as usual and went to the park opposite the training center building to practice.

To get to the park opposite, you usually have to cross an alley and a small road with a back street.

It's a remote place, especially when there are fewer people at lunchtime, and she doesn't have to worry about the sound of the piano disturbing the people.

I went back and forth countless times, but I didn't expect to encounter something today.

As soon as she reached the side of the road and was about to pass, she saw a black sedan rushing at her as if she was drunk.

The sword spirit was so frightened that he ran away.

The car was so fast that it almost grazed her before crashing headfirst into a barrier on the side of the road.

Zhao Jianling's soul was lost in half, and he scolded angrily: "Do you drive like this!"

Before he could congratulate himself on the fact that he had saved his life, he found that the front windshield of the car was shattered and the entire front hood was ruined.

Although she was angry and scared, it was not the time to be angry, and it was right to see if the people in the car were okay.

Zhao Jianling put the piano on the side of the road first, then banged on the car door, and shouted while taking out his mobile phone to call the police:

"How's it going? Is anyone hurt?"

The car door opened, and the whole person of Jian Ling was stupid, and halfway through the words of the police, the mobile phone also fell to the ground.

Because that person was actually wearing a military uniform.

The man was reclining on the saddle, clutching a document bag in his hand, his face covered in blood, and he couldn't see what he looked like.

However, the most serious injury should be the leg. I don't know if the blood vessel was broken, and the blood soaked into a piece before I saw it, and then trickled down.

The sword spirit hurriedly came back to her senses and wanted to go over to help him stop the bleeding, but she didn't expect a black hole pistol to point at her.

"Don't move!" said the man viciously.

Zhao Jianling was so frightened that he covered his mouth so hard that he didn't scream.

She stood there motionless, staring blankly at him, watching him pull out a military cell phone with difficulty and report the situation to the other party in code.

Zhao Jianling immediately guessed that the document in this person's hand must be very important.

It was important that he would rather give up his life than protect it.

After reporting the situation, he took a breath and glanced at the girl standing not far away.

His gaze looked through the plasma on his face, but it was as sharp as a cheetah.

"You...... You'd better stop the bleeding first...... Yes...... The ...... of the dead" The sword spirit was already frightened and incoherent, and half of the soul fled again.

The man was still clinging to the papers, always pointing a gun at her, his eyes cold.

The driver lying on the steering wheel next to him was already motionless, and he couldn't have held it up for long.

"You'd better let me help you stop the bleeding first, if I dare to move, you'...... You're going to shoot me......"

Sword Spirit still cried.

Leaving aside the great righteousness of serving the country and the people, being brave and loyal, and watching a big living person bleed and die in front of him, Zhao Jianling will definitely go crazy, and it is estimated that he will have nightmares for the rest of his life.

The man weighed for a moment and gasped, "Come here!"

Zhao Jianling hurriedly went over, knelt on the ground, and untied the belt of the windbreaker to make a tourniquet and tied it to his legs.

Although I have learned some first-aid common sense, the sword spirit is also a second knife, and his hands are shaking terribly.

Seeing her panic like this, the man laughed instead, and he taught her how to tie and press the arteries, but the muzzle of the gun did not move.

The belt was insufficient, and the Sword Spirit untied the ponytail headband again, and her long, seaweed-like hair fell and scattered on his knees, the ends of which were stained with his blood.

The sword spirit's face was pale, and he knelt there, trembling violently. The lips that had been bitten tightly by the teeth were as red as blood on her white trench coat.

His skin was as white as snow, and his lips were as red as blood.

He looked at her, and suddenly his mind went blank.

The roar of ambulances and police cars woke him up from the blank space, and the police and doctors rushed to him.

At this time, Sword Spirit found that many onlookers had gathered on the side of the road, and they were still discussing.

"No one is allowed to come!" he suddenly roared, raising his pistol.

Paramedics and police stood aside in fright.

A policeman still wanted to get close to persuade him, but this person trembled and took out his ID and said sharply:

"I am the Chinese People's Army, subordinate to the *Staff ** Department, I am on official duty, and no one can approach until my superiors come to hand over!"

This policeman, who is also a retired soldier, immediately understood, and hurriedly helped disperse the crowd of onlookers, and divided the area with a diameter of five meters into a quarantine area.

Zhao Jianling knelt there, his legs numb to the point of being unconscious.

Looking at the empty space left around her, she felt that everything was so unreal, even a little absurd.

Although the man's blood didn't bleed much, his body temperature slowly turned cold.

He looked at the girl in front of him, as if he hadn't stopped properly for so many years, and let go of his responsibilities to appreciate a woman carefully.

God treats him well, and at this moment there is such a beauty beside him, with that fragile tenacity, crying so much that pear blossoms bring rain.

But he still felt his eyelids getting heavier and his breathing heavier. He knew very well that once he fell asleep, he was afraid that he would never wake up again.

"Can you sing?" he asked suddenly, smiling.

The sword spirit was stunned for a moment, and said timidly: "Yes." ”

He didn't use that threatening tone, and his voice was so nice and magnetic.

"Listen to it. ”

His muzzle was still pointed at her, and the tone made Sword Spirit feel funny, but he wanted to cry even more.

"It's not good to feel haode,

Snowflakes bloom in the climate,

We tremble together, and we will understand better,

What is gentleness.

I haven't held your hand yet,

Walking through barren sand dunes,

Maybe from now on, learn to cherish,

The days are long and the earth is long.

Sometimes, sometimes,

I will believe that there is an end to everything,

Gathering and leaving, all times,

Nothing lasts forever

……”

The sword spirit sings whatever he wants, to be precise, he sings whatever he picks up.

This is the song she is most familiar with, and she will come as soon as she opens her mouth.

Before she could finish singing, she was interrupted by the other party.

"Don't sing, I'll fall asleep if I sing again. Change a song!"

Zhao Jianling wanted to scold people, this person was too much, and he ordered the song stage by himself.

But I can't stand that people have guns, so I have to honestly think about what else I can sing.