Qi Lin lowered her head, only to see that An Lan's eyes were dull and lifeless, although she couldn't see whether her pupils were dilated because of the angle, Qi Lin felt that maybe maybe maybe maybe ......

The atmosphere is all set here, is An Lan really dead?

"Anlan !!!"

Qi Lin broke the defense in an instant, and shouted An Lan's name sadly, which was even sadder than Er Qiao when Cesar died in "Jojo Battle Tide".

An Lan, who was lying in Qi Lin's arms, suddenly stirred, coughed lightly twice and whispered: "I'm sorry, I suddenly forgot the words......"

Kirin: ......

Didn't you say you could sing, and I forgot the words just after singing four words, so I thought you couldn't hold it all of a sudden.

Following the accompaniment, An Lan continued to sing the following lyrics.

"Whispering, it's a long way to go

Finally came to a bright and sunny day

The voices jumped with cheers

Like the Red Sun, Golden Arrows ......"

As soon as he finished singing these four sentences, An Lan's voice stopped abruptly.

It's just that with the sudden jam just now, this time Qi Lin was obviously prepared, hugged An Lan and smiled: "Did you suddenly forget the words again?"

also said that he likes "The True Color of Heroes" and Chow Yun-fat, and he can't even sing the theme song "Love of the Year".

If you really can't sing, just play the song, and you won't be able to see the lyrics with pure accompaniment. ”

An Lan did not reply.

Qi Lin instinctively felt that something was wrong, according to An Lan's habit, he must interject and say something sarcastic at this time, and not squeaking is not his style.

Qi Lin looked down again, only to find that before she knew it, An Lan had closed her eyes, and the cigarette in her mouth had accumulated a long piece of cigarette ash.

If someone is smoking, the cigarette at the front of the cigarette will burn suddenly and regularly, but the cigarette in Anlan's mouth does not.

Qi Lin couldn't believe it and couldn't accept it, but she still forced a smile and chattered: "Anyway, your Cantonese is really a little lame."

You speak English, Japanese and Italian very well, why do you smell like a construction site when you come to Cantonese?

But don't say it, it's not the mainlanders in the Liangguang area who speak Cantonese, it's really your taste, and the half-clear ones are more feeling. ”

An Lan still didn't answer.

Qi Lin was silent for a long time this time, and her heart, which had been broken by An Lan several times, was on the verge of collapse again, as if this kind of sudden death without making a sound was more in line with reality.

Don't......

When Qi Lin was thinking wildly, An Lan, who was too tired and pretending to sleep, suddenly opened his eyes again, listened to the accompaniment and continued to sing "The Love of the Year".

"Look at the warmth in your eyes and be electrified

In my heart, the old dream has not changed at all

Today I try to stand shoulder to shoulder with you again

The love of the year is fresh again

I really can't sing it later. ”

The lyrics of many songs are actually repeated twice in the main song and the chorus, as long as you remember the first half, because the lyrics in the second half have not changed at all.

"The Love of the Year" is different, the lyrics in the second half are slightly different, and An Lan really doesn't remember.

Qi Lin was a little speechless, and complained in shock: "You almost scared me to death, and suddenly closed your eyes, I thought you were dead." ”

"How could I die?"

An Lan smiled: "I am the prince of the blood clan, if I die, there will be no proof of the existence of the blood clan in this universe."

I can't die, and I won't die, never. ”

The lifeless An Lan suddenly came back to life, his heart beating more and more powerfully, and his breathing became more and more stable.

Qi Lin, who was holding An Lan in her arms, could also feel this change, and vaguely understood that An Lan would indeed not die, at least not this time.

"How can anyone not die?"

Qi Lin hugged An Lan and asked with concern: "Anyway, what is the belief that supports you to live?" ”

Is it love, is it a dream, or what?

Qi Lin desperately wanted the answer to this question.

"Do people need a reason to live?"

An Lan asked rhetorically, and said, "I just want to live."

It's the instinct of a creature not to do anything for anyone, just to think about the past, to think carefree, to think about wonderful. ”

People who don't have love and no dreams are like that.

Qi Lin was slightly disappointed, this was not the answer she wanted to hear, but she could vaguely feel that An Lan was telling the truth.

Although he seems to be able to get along with anyone, he is such a person in his bones, and he has never paid attention to anything other than himself.

"It's painful."

Qi Lin hugged An Lan and whispered: "I remember Oda Nobunaga's destal poem said this:

Fifty years of life, compared with heaven and earth for a long time, like a dream and illusion; How can those who were once alive live forever?

In just a few decades, it is only a speck of dust compared to the universe, and even compared to the lifespan of the earth, it is very short.

So you have to leave something behind, leave something behind, and prove that you have been in this world after you die. I think that's why people have to have some dreams that transcend life and death. ”

"Transcendent from life and death, hehe."

An Lan chuckled lightly and said disdainfully: "I, An Lan, look down on the eternal world, and am used to seeing life and death.

I will live until the end of the universe, and when the universe is destroyed, I will escape from here or open up a new world.

I will live, live longer than anyone and anything, so I don't need to dream and obsess about those things, my life is enough to prove that I have been in this world. ”

Qi Lin sighed, so I hate you super soldiers the most.

I talk to you about philosophy and feelings, you talk to me about longevity, and you directly use your life span to break my outlook on life and values, how can you continue to talk about it?

"The cigarette is gone, give me another one." An Lan suddenly reminded.

Qi Lin was a little speechless and took out a cigarette again and refilled it for An Lan.

Although she was a little speechless, Qi Lin had a sense of happiness for the rest of her life, looking more and more energetic, An Lan really wouldn't die.

Even if ordinary people return to the light, they won't be able to go back for so long, right?

Subsequently, the two chatted a lot, from childhood memories to celebrity gossip, from life anecdotes to film and television news.

Just like before.

More than half an hour later, the sound of the helicopter propeller circling came from above the sky.

"Bang!"

Han Han Rena couldn't wait to open the door of the helicopter, and fell from the sky with a whoosh, and came to Anlan after landing in the style of a man who was a rebellious man of the earth.

An Lan, who had regained a certain degree of mobility, slowly got up with Qi Lin's support, and as soon as he stood up, he was touched by Rena, who ran over, and her hands were messed up.

Rena sighed in surprise as she touched it: "I can rely on it, store manager, your recovery power is almost stronger than my divine body."

This wound, this bone stubble, is just connected, at this rate, it will take more than half an hour for you to regain your basic mobility.

Anyway, you're in pretty good shape. ”

Qi Lin glared at Rena, pay attention to your claws, I haven't touched them yet!