Two hundred and nineteen, don't try to escape

Two hundred and nineteen

Don't try to escape

The local troops stationed in Tibet and Tibetan compatriots joined us in the snow-capped mountains to search for traces of the party's cold night.

Vast snow-capped mountains. The cold wind howled, and the snow was rampant, comparable to the flying sand and rocks of the desert.

We tried to recall where and what we were on the cold night before the avalanche, and searched through the locations in everyone's memory, but there was no trace of him. As time passed, it became clear to everyone that the chances of survival were getting smaller and smaller. I was exhausted and at one point on the verge of collapse.

Twenty hours later, I finally found a cold party at the bottom of the canyon, but there was still a faint breath of Dang Hanye. There is only one sentence left in my heart: he is still here, and nothing matters.

Dang Hanye has been in a severe coma, if it drags on any longer, his life will really be lost here, and we decided to brave the snow to go down the mountain.

The snow-soaked plateau makes it impossible to tell where there is a road and where there is a cliff that leads to death.

The troops stationed in Tibet and the local residents helped us shovel snow and find our way, and after half a month of struggle, we finally went down the plateau. During this period, the signs of life on the cold night of the party disappeared for a time. I held his hand and kept talking to him, and in my memory, he was synonymous with tenacity, and he would not give up. It's impossible to give up, and I won't allow him to give up.

After descending the plateau, the special plane of the military region sent the party back to Haidu on a cold night. When the medical staff of Haidu Pharmaceutical Hospital, who had been treating him, picked him up in the car, I found that I was speechless and my voice was completely hoarse.

Dr. Qi from the Pharmaceutical Hospital has been studying and treating Dang Hanye with Dr. Burton for many years, and I felt a little more at ease when I saw Dang Hanye handed over to him, but for the next three days and three nights, Dang Hanye was always in a severe coma. Dr. Burton arrived from the United States, and his ex-wife, Princess Isabella, came from Europe with a large number of people, and they tried to rescue him in all sorts of messes, but he was as peaceful as if he were dead.

I sat on the bench outside the ward, day and night in a daze, and many people spoke to me next to me, but I didn't know what they said, and now I couldn't listen to anyone but the doctor, I didn't understand, and I couldn't remember.

Princess Isabella straightened her dress and sat next to me, and she smiled at me nobly and gracefully. I looked at her blankly and nodded.

"It's going to be fine on a cold night."

I understand the phrase, "Really? I looked at her with longing in my eyes.

"Of course," she laughed again, "because he was thinking about something that he couldn't let go." She looked at me and smiled.

I hate that statement. It seems that he is going to die, but he holds his breath to arrange the future, and he can die when it is over. I don't like this princess, she seems to be pure and noble, but in fact she is arrogant and sinister, I hate the way she looks at me like a pet. So I chose to be silent, and I could continue to play dumb, because in the eyes of everyone, I was stupid.

Then the noble princess stood up, reached out and gently touched my head, smiled, and left.

Walking into the ward on a cold night, surrounded by a bunch of machines, constantly reporting his vital condition, he lay quietly in the middle, even his hair did not move.

I also sat down and gathered around him, like a machine beside him, faithfully guarding him, and he moved. The screen of the machine was flickering, my heart was flickering, he stopped, and the signal on the machine was gone. What would happen to me if one day, the signal he gave me disappeared?

When the twilight falls, the lights in the ward are dim, this tone is really suitable for parting and death, and in many ghost movies, ghosts appear in this atmosphere.

"Snow ......," a snarky voice appeared low and abruptly in the dim darkness.

"Ahh No, it's not a ghost, it's the sound of a cold night! I hurriedly looked into his face, still calm, as if nothing had happened. Could it be that I'm hallucinating?

All kinds of rumors are floating in the air, all kinds of media are moving, and all kinds of speculators are soldiers. However, I will not let anyone take advantage of it, Han Lexiang is still Han Lexiang, such as Han Lexiang's office building, standing in the blue sky of Han Lexiang, strong and upright. I am like a soldier in full armor, holding a gun and a shield, guarding Han Lexiang's gate.

I gradually handed over a lot of work to Hou Yujian to take care of, and the work of Han Lexiang Group headquarters was presided over by Yue Guanshan. I spent most of my time by my side in the cold night of a coma, seemingly obsessed. In fact, he controls the overall situation of the entire Han Lexiang.

Han Lexiang is the life's work of the party cold night, although it is a bit sad to say this, but I must admit that this is the truth. It represents the entrepreneurial myth of the Chinese, a sharp sword for the Chinese to seek equality with the West in the economic field, and a pioneer in the battle to cut the web of discrimination and injustice between developed and underdeveloped countries. This sword should be wielded and fought hard in the hands of generations of Chinese, and ultimately fulfill our Eastern mythology.

Therefore, I can understand the fierce loyalty wrapped in the careful thinking of the party cold night, if this sword has ever fallen into my hands for a moment, I will not disgrace the mission, even if there is only a moment when the white horse passes through the gap, I will do my best.

On the fifteenth day after Dang returned to Haidu on a cold night, at 0:00 a.m., I saw that his lips seemed to be open in the fog of sleepy eyes. My sanity was clear, and I heard his low voice: "Snow, snow, snow......"

Was he calling me, or was he describing the avalanche in front of his eyes before he fell unconscious?

"Sir?" I called him softly.

He finally half-opened his eyes and seemed to see me, and then fell back into a deep dream.

I pressed the call, and all the doctors came, and the consultation lasted most of the night, but there was no gain, and I went to catch up on sleep during the day.

Eleven a.m. I woke up from a cold night, I knew that he would be fine, and I couldn't hide my joy, but he was very tired and seemed to have experienced several lifetimes of reincarnation.

My sky was gone, clear, and everything was open.

In the next few days, he would be awake for five to ten minutes every day on a cold night, but his spirit was not good, and I felt that something was slowly fading in his body. Or rather, he's giving up something. My panic and uneasiness slowly rose again.

On Saturday morning, he woke up and suddenly said that he wanted to eat, and I immediately called Han Lexiang Hotel to do it. He said that tomorrow Han Lexiang will convene a board meeting in his ward, and he will also invite important executives of the company to attend, two notaries, and his lawyer.

I didn't know what the notary was going to do to open the board, but I did it one by one, but he said to ask his lawyer to come, and I was scared.

No matter how hard Han Lexiang Hotel tried to make the meal to be eaten on a cold night as soon as possible, when Liang Meihong personally sent it to the ward, Dang had just fallen asleep on a cold night.

I could feel the disappointment in the heart of this workplace bone, and I could see through the love she was trying to hide, she loved this comatose man deeply, even though she knew there was no future.

The next day, the people who were notified of the meeting rushed to the hospital early in the morning, but by the time the day had turned west, there was no sign of waking up from the cold night. When night fell, I couldn't bear to make everyone wait any longer, and just as I was about to ask everyone to go back, he woke up.

"Sir, are you awake?" I greet gently.

He looked at me feebly and said, "Are they all here?" ”

"Well," I nodded, "all wait outside the door, I'll go and invite them in." ”

He closed his eyes and acquiesced, rested, and I went to ask for someone.

Under the careful supervision of the medical staff, everyone entered the ward one after another, and although the VIP ward was large enough, it was also crowded.

I whispered in my ear on a cold night, "Sir, everyone is here." ”

He opened his eyes slightly.

Everyone held their breath, many people's eyes were already full of tears, and not long ago, friends, leaders, colleagues, and tenacious men who were talking and laughing with everyone were now dying in a hospital bed surrounded by a bunch of modern machines.

The winds of change. The world has changed more than this.

"Arrow." The cold night screamed softly.

Hou Yujian hurriedly squeezed over and stood next to him.

Dang Hanye looked at Hou Yu's arrow, closed his eyes again, and said in a low voice for a long time: "Do you take it?" ”

Hou Yujian hurriedly took out an envelope from his inner pocket and handed it to the eyes of Dang Hanye. He didn't open his eyes, and only said, "Give it to Xue Zhixue." ”

Hou Yu's arrow was solemnly presented with both hands, I was busy catching it with both hands, and I was full of doubts in my heart, I had never seen Hou Yu's arrow passing through like this, and this envelope was very light.

Everyone was staring at the envelope, speculating, figuring.

The cold night didn't bother everyone so much, and said, "Open it." ”

I took a look at the envelope, the vellum envelope, it was very well sealed, it was glued with paste, it seemed to have been sealed for a long time, nothing was written on the cover, it was an ordinary envelope without a cover.

I didn't want to whet everyone's appetite, so I tore open the envelope and took out a piece of paper from the inside, a thin piece of letterhead, folded in four folds.

"Read." Cold Night commanded.

I took the paper apart, took it upside down, and came over to it, and looked at it again, the two-word title. The moment these two words came into my eyes and came to my mind, my heart was shocked, and the bitter water soaked my heart completely, I didn't allow him to write these two words, he didn't need it, he would be fine...... I subconsciously shook my head, completely, completely confused.

"Read." His voice rang out again.

Why? Why are you? Why?

My lips trembled and tears erupted.

"The ...... ......"

I heard the churning of the hearts of the crowd mixed with the uncontrollable sobbing, and my heart rushed on the embankment.

"All my property is donated to Ms. Xue Zhixue, the current general manager of Han Lexiang Entertainment Media......"

"No—no—" I couldn't read any more, tears pouring down and my heart bursting, soaking through the thin pages of letterhead.

Dang Hanye sighed slightly, looked at me with an indescribable look of pity, and said, "Recognize me as a father." Then he closed his eyes and plunged into his world again and again.

"No—I don't—" No one wants your stuff, don't want to leave it alone.

I tore the thin page in my hand and shredded it again, and with my tears, it spread all over his bed. You don't care, the snowflakes will crumble...