Chu Pingqiu just lightly took Liang Cheng's hand off his body, "If you knew the fact that Liang Cheng was going to tell you next, would you still say to Liang Cheng as calmly as you do now, it's not Liang Cheng's fault." ”

Liang Cheng looked at Chu Pingqiu puzzled, but there was a hint of ominous feeling surging in Liang Cheng's heart.

"During the time when the plane was burning, that girl of yours...... It's awake. ”

Chu Pingqiu's words exploded in Liang Cheng's ears like a thunderbolt!

- Chen Xiaojing was awake at that time!?

The strength of his whole body became paralyzed again, and Liang Cheng lost his mind and sat down in front of Chu Pingqiu.

Liang Cheng couldn't imagine a little girl dying alone in despair in the burning cabin of an airplane.

Chu Pingqiu lowered his head and touched the charred black glass on the scorched cabin, there was a mark on it like a white face that had not been blackened.

Chen Xiaojing may have put her face on this landscape window at that time, desperately watching everything that happened outside the fire!

Liang Cheng's head ached violently again.

"The jet fuel widely used in jets is generally petroleum hydrocarbon fuel, and petroleum hydrocarbon fuel can be divided into three categories according to different boiling points. Among them, the boiling point of the most commonly used aviation kerosene-type petroleum hydrocarbon fuel is between 150 degrees and 280 degrees. Chu Pingqiu closed his eyes, he gasped for breath, "And the calorific value mainly depends on the ratio of hydrocarbon in the fuel, the smaller the hydrocarbon ratio, the higher the calorific value." The calorific value of general aviation kerosene is between 101,840 and 102,890 kilojoules per kilogram. ”

"However, the temperatures produced by the continuous and violent combustion of jet fuel are ...... 1100 degrees. ”

- This is how Chen Xiaojing died.

Liang Cheng pulled his hair with remorse, and the pain in his heart had made Liang Cheng unable to say anything more.

"I'm sorry......" Tears slipped from the corners of Chu Pingqiu's eyes.

This was the first time Liang Cheng saw Chu Pingqiu crying.

Zhao Youyu also hung his head silently, looking at Liang Cheng with a complicated and cold gaze.

- Why the person who died was not Liang Cheng.

"I'm going to have to fix his ——!" The blood vessels swelled in Liang Cheng's forehead, and Liang Cheng clenched his fists with both hands, and his head was buried deep in his arm.

Tears dried on Liang Cheng's cheeks, Chu Pingqiu silently picked up the heavy bow and crossbow from the ground, and walked in front of Liang Cheng with one hand: "Carry it." ”

Zhao Youyan silently pressed the luggage on his back.

We're ready to get out of here—but where can we go?

"Go back to the clearing, there should be two more tents there." Chu Pingqiu picked up a plastic pipe from the ground and held it in his hand, "Then we'll go north." ”

In the early morning, the sixteenth day of the plane crash, there was no rescue.

The thunder went away, and the rain stopped.

A hazy dawn enveloped the gray sky, and beneath that was a scorching clearing in the midst of a black inky forest. The burned-out wreckage of the plane smoked in the dim light, and pungent gases and the smell of gasoline from the burning plastics were diluted in the air around them.

The ground was a mess.

The wreckage of Chen Xiaojing and Yang Lei was covered with a broken tent raincloth, and traces of the wreckage could be vaguely seen on the turbid blue raincloth, two of which were bright.

Tired of crying, water flowed from the top of Liang Cheng's head along Liang Cheng's long messy hair on Liang Cheng's cheeks. Liang Cheng just fell to his knees on the charred ground in a daze, his eyes staring at the wreckage under the raincloth, not knowing what he should do.

Chu Pingqiu was unable to support his coma because of excessive exhaustion and serious injuries on his body. And Zhao Youqiu was by Chu Pingqiu's side, rummaging through pieces of medical supplies in the medical box left by Yang Lei, barely treating Chu Pingqiu's physical injuries.

The steel nails stained with the cherry red rain were thrown on the ground beside Chu Pingqiu, and the large pieces of condensed earth on the steel nails dissolved in the puddles of the ground, and then became more and more diluted as the flowing water swirled among the charred bushes, until it became clear.

Everything is so quiet, the silence of death is like a tense pipeline music, lurking in the endless silence of the moment.

And Liang Cheng also lay on the wet mud, letting the rain and dew and the cold of the water on the ground soak Liang Cheng's skin and erode Liang Cheng's consciousness.

When Liang Cheng opened his eyes again, Chu Pingqiu had already woken up.

Liang Cheng struggled to support his body with his vague consciousness, and stumbled slowly towards Chu Pingqiu.

Chu Pingqiu lightly put the eyes wiped on his hand with his left hand back on the bridge of his nose. His right hand was attached to his chest along his shoulder, and the hole in his shoulder that had been pierced by steel nails was heavily bandaged. Chu Pingqiu's face was pale, and the hair on his head was as messy as weeds after a rainstorm.

"How's the injury?" Chu Pingqiu didn't look at Liang Cheng, just gently pressed the bandage on his abdomen and said lightly.

Liang Cheng didn't answer him, just slowly walked to Chu Pingqiu's side, and then sat down.

Chu Pingqiu turned his head and looked at Liang Cheng's side face lightly, Liang Cheng lowered his head, his forehead was tightly pressed against the fists he clenched with both hands, and he lightly pressed the two thumbs of his hands.

"If I could have gotten stronger, it wouldn't have ended like this, would it?" The corners of Liang Cheng's mouth rose slightly, and he whispered with a little bitterness in his words.

"He who should have died, but he is still alive; should live, but now it's gone......" Liang Cheng imagined Liang Cheng's embarrassed appearance with a little mockery, thinking of Chen Xiaojing's clear and flawless eyes, as well as the faint smell of oranges, "I can't even protect the person I love the most, why didn't I ...... the person who died"

"The wood is already in the boat, and no matter how much you regret it, it still won't help." Chu Pingqiu only lightly interrupted Liang Cheng's words, "Why should you lose your current mood because of your painful remorse." ”

"That's the one I love...... What can you understand! Liang Cheng raised his head and glanced at Chu Pingqiu, Chu Pingqiu's trembling lips were so piercing, so Liang Cheng immediately suppressed the anger in his heart, and then looked at the wreckage covered by the rain cloth on the ground not far away.

Extreme anger and sadness surged into Liang Cheng's heart again—how much I wanted to see her again—and let Liang Cheng take one last look!

Liang Cheng's head felt dizzy again.

"The future is still out of reach, and no matter how much worry you have, it will all turn into empty sadness." Chu Pingqiu didn't answer Liang Cheng's question directly, he looked at the blackened wreckage of the plane in the distance lightly and said, "Today's heart, today's events, and the current people are the real ones, and you are the most worthy of cherishing now." ”

Zhao's dark figure walked back and forth among the shattered wreckage of the plane, leaning down from time to time to rummage through the black debris on the ground.

Liang Cheng closed his eyes in despair and wiped the sides of his nose with his palms to vent the anger in his heart.