It turns out that not everyone can be a hero.

It's just a good thing that the iron pillar didn't stick to his body.

The corners of Zhao Siqing's eyes were a little moist, and he watched him call his name softly: "Huo Jingchen......"

"I'm here, I'm here." Huo Jingchen felt a touch of indescribable panic and uneasiness for no reason, remembering the last moment when she and him reversed directions, as if they realized something.

The hand that landed on her back was sticky.

He knew exactly what it was, and slowly raised his hand to look.

The slender hands were red, full of her blood......

Zhao Siqing had an iron pestle stuck in her back, apparently hit her when the bomb exploded just now.

Huo Jingchen hugged her, her brain went blank, and she didn't seem to hear anything for a moment.

Zhao Siqing opened her lips slightly, and said with some difficulty: "Such as... If, I... I'm dead......"

Hearing this, Huo Jingchen was in a trance, and his big hand tightly pinched her shoulder and shook his head: "You won't die, I won't let you die." ”

Zhao Siqing tugged at the corner of her lips, and a tear rolled down from the corner of her eye.

Maybe it's the impermanence of the world......

Life and death are unpredictable, and blessings and misfortunes depend on each other.

She's just a little sad, sad because she's been so many people.

"Qingqing... I'll take you to the hospital, I'll take you to the doctor. Huo Jingchen moved the gravel beside her with red eyes, turned his head and said angrily to the crowd that came in: "Hammer! ”

Someone soon stepped forward and handed him a hammer, and Huo Jingchen began to frantically chisel up the wall that Zhao Siqing stretched out his hand for.

While chiseling, he muttered to himself: "I can't pull it out... Can't pull it out at this time......"

The rubble on the wall splashed onto the ground, and many splashed on Zhao Siqing.

Huo Jingchen's eyes were red, and it took a long time to smash the wall open, but the iron pestle that had not entered the wall still failed to clear out.

Zhao Siqing gently curled the corners of her lips, turned her head to look at Gu Shiyu, who was unconscious on the side, and looked at Jiang Jingming, who was digging a stone to pull Mr. Gu out of the stone, and the corners of her eyes were a little red.

Sometimes she hates her own incompetence, which is why she always becomes a burden to others.

She used to think that sometimes it's better to be alone.

In this way, whether it is facing life or death, it may not be so painful.

If you don't love others, you won't be bitter because they don't love you, and if others don't love you, they won't be sad because you're gone.

It's just that if this is the case, people who come to this world to go through this experience seem to lose a lot of fun and touch.

Without those happiness and joy, what is the point of living for thousands of generations?

Huo Jingchen smashed it for a long time, threw away the hammer and knelt beside Zhao Siqing: "Qingqing... Qingqing, you'll be fine. ”

His hands kept shaking, as if he wanted to hug her, but he seemed to be afraid that he would hurt her.

Zhao Siqing retracted his gaze and looked at Huo Jingchen, who was lost in front of him, and couldn't help but see the scenes that had been with him for more than a year.

There are quarrels, there are touches, there are joys and happiness.

remembered the difficulties he pretended to be indifferent and alienated him when they first met, remembered that he was still upright after breaking her up and Lu Qian by all means, remembered that he tied her up in order to drug her, and remembered that he was lying on the floor of her house with a dead face and refused to leave......

The corners of Zhao Siqing's eyes were a little moist.

She remembered that he had been jealous for a long time because of the couple cup she and Nalan used.