Chapter 689: The Actor's Gold Medal Agent (Eighty-Four)
Time seems to stand still.
The sharp sound of the whistle passed by the ears, and in the howling wind, the sun stinged the eyeballs fiercely in the blue sky.
In a trance, everything turned into dazzling white light......
Wen Shu's body fell out heavily, the rough sand and gravel wore down his arm, he heard hysterical screams around him, and the clean and tidy road surface, strange winding blood flows, splashed a frightening picture.
He stood up in a trance, and the blood in his whole body seemed to be drained in an instant. The brain went blank again, as if someone had slapped a stick, and his eyes were full of stars.
Delusion, it must be an illusion......
He still remembered that when Anyang left, he was free and easy, and he didn't want to have anything to do with him anymore.
The person in front of her wouldn't be her at all.
The voice was stuck in his throat, his shoulders collapsed, and his lips trembled violently.
In the chaotic driveway, a familiar clicking sound was suddenly heard, and the flashing lights kept flashing, completely exposing his identity to the sunlight.
He looked around blankly, tears streaming down his eyes.
"Yangyang...... Yangyang ......"
He wanted to see that familiar figure in the crowd that gathered. He hadn't told her yet, no matter how many people there were, he had already developed a pair of fiery eyes, and he would see her as soon as possible......
The police car came to a stop whizzing, and the whimpering of an ambulance could be heard in the distance.
He saw that people in uniform began to surround the road, but he still did not find the shadow of Anyang, and suddenly a coolness from the heavenly spirit cover swept through his body like a tsunami.
"Yangyang! Yang! ”
He screamed violently, flicked away the people who came by him, and rushed madly into the middle of the road.
"Get out of here!"
"Don't come near her!"
The policeman was frightened by the sudden intruder, and when he hurriedly opened his arms to stop the person, Wen Shu smashed the policeman with red eyes and punched him.
"Get out!"
"Get out of here!"
The police who maintained order at the scene saw that something was wrong here, and hurriedly stepped forward to help, and several people worked together to knock Wen Shu to the ground.
Wen Shu's face was pressed to the ground, and he stubbornly stiffened his neck, and at this moment, the face under the wheel of the truck crashed into sight.
A roar resembling the wailing of a wild beast, with an unprecedented pathos.
He struggled frantically again, "Let go of me, please let me go......"
"Yangyang, she's waiting for me, please, let me take a good look at her......"
In the low pleading, he heard what the police asked in a trance, he looked at the person in front of him in a daze, and tears fell unexpectedly.
"It's Wen Shu, it's that big star."
"I guess I know someone."
The brain reacted instinctively, and his mouth opened and closed, as if he had answered something, and as if he had answered something that he had not asked.
The original heavy pressure on his body finally disappeared, and he used his embarrassed hands and feet together and climbed to the side of the wheel.
An Yang's body has been crushed and blurred, and his fragmented body is like a doll that has been maliciously destroyed, and his mouth and nose are full of blood.
He trembled and reached out, carefully pulling the man into his arms.
"Aren't you gone? Why is it here? ”
The palm of his hand rubbed against An Yang's face in a panic, but the more blood was wiped, he cried helplessly, and tears fell on An Yang's face one by one.
"Don't scare me, okay? Are you scaring me again? ”
"You still like me, that's why you're waiting for me. You see, I'm here now, but why don't you open your eyes and look at me......"