I remembered the text messages he sent her, and I don't know when I started to learn to use emoji expressions.

remembered his overly formal confession to her, and his overly informal proposal.

remembered that he would be jealous of Huo Million.

I think he will kiss her gently on the forehead and say that he loves her......

Time is so fast, obviously it is only a little more than a year, but he seems to have brought her joys, sorrows and sorrows that she has never experienced in her life, and brought her to taste all the human feelings in this world.

At this moment, Zhao Yancheng obviously noticed that something was wrong here, and took the ambulance staff to quickly step forward to check the wall behind Zhao Siqing, and said in a deep voice: "Quick, tear down the wall, and clear this steel bar." ”

赵思卿垂下眸子想，原来是钢筋… She still thinks it's just some iron sticks, and there is no difference.

The rubble began to splash everywhere, and Huo Jingchen hugged her head tightly and protected her in his arms.

The stones did not splash on Zhao Siqing again.

Jiang Jingming hurriedly stepped forward to help.

It wasn't until a few minutes later that the entire steel bar was cleared out of the wall, and Huo Jingchen immediately picked up Zhao Siqing and put her on the stretcher.

Zhao Yancheng looked at Zhao Siqing, whose face was pale and full of blood on the stretcher.

The cold and hard man with iron bones was in a trance at the moment, standing in place and watching Huo Jingchen and the medical staff carry Zhao Siqing away, and he didn't come back to his senses for a long time.

Time will teach you what cruelty is.

Seven years ago, seeing Zhao Siqing angry and forced to leave, he had vowed countless times that he would return again one day and must protect her and Yang Jingqiu.

But now that time has passed, he can only watch them hurt, suffer, and even die again and again.

Zhao Yancheng turned his head to look around, and the abandoned factory, which was already quite embarrassed, was full of ruins and ruins, and it was unrecognizable.

The ground was sunken and uneven, and there were a lot of big craters blown out of it, including the roof, like a dangerous building, crumbling.

The heavy smell of gunpowder and blood filled the air, and the light and shadow reflected the dust floating in the air through the windows.

Former friends and brothers are gone, or flesh and blood are blurred, or life and death are uncertain.

Zhao Yancheng slowly walked to the window, looking at the mouth of the river draining outside the factory, with a deep gaze.

What is the meaning of life in this life?

Is it a battle, or is it a surrender?

Is it sacrifice or dedication......

A mobile phone rings to break the solemnity and calm in the factory.

Zhao Yancheng lowered his head and took out his mobile phone, and saw that the number was in a trance, it was Yang Jingqiu.

He slowly picked up the phone in silence, and his voice was hoarse: "Mom." ”

What came from the microphone was not Yang Jingqiu's usual cold voice, but a rare uneasiness and warmth: "Yan Cheng, where are you and Qingqing?" ”

The masseter muscles of the nearly one-meter-nine man's cheeks moved slightly, and his eye sockets were a little sour.

His silence made Yang Jingqiu also silent, she didn't ask, just a rare patience, waiting for his reply.

After a while, Zhao Yancheng said in a deep voice: "I'm fine, Qingqing was injured a little, Huo Jingchen sent her to the hospital." ”

Speaking of this, Zhao Yancheng's eyes couldn't help but appear in front of Zhao Siqing's eyes, and the big hand holding the phone couldn't help but slowly clench.

Yang Jingqiu said softly: "Which hospital, I'll go over now." ”

After Zhao Yancheng was given the hospital, Yang Jingqiu said softly: "You take care of yourself, your mother is old." ”

Zhao Yancheng lowered his eyes and responded: "I'm fine." ”