Sweet Nothings

Yan Qing fell heavily on the air-cushion bed, and the chaotic figure screamed at her and hugged her up, surrounded by tight air, the explosion upstairs continued to roar, there were many voices shouting, and countless hands came to touch her.

She couldn't hear anything, and she couldn't recognize the appearance of these people.

In his ears, a man laughed or dumbly called "Qing Qing", shattering her internal organs with a bang, her red and swollen eyes were wide open, she could no longer see him, and only the red ones were reflected in her The night sky and the tumbling smoke window.

Yan Qing's mind seemed to be cut open with a knife and axe, inheriting the lost memory.

She is Yun Qing, Yan Qing, and every morning when she wakes up, she will fall in love with his blank soul again. All the fierce rushing past, his childhood, his bruises and bruises, a frame of infatuation, and a brain breakout. , Fiercely hit her collapsed nerves.

But it's gone.

The person she loves and cherishes will never have one.

Why she is still alive.

Someone wants to help her up and pull her arm.

Yan Qing resisted vigorously, avoiding hysterically.

Don't go.

This is the closest place to him, only to die together if they die together.

But an increasingly severe headache overwhelmed her will. She was unable to control herself. Her eyelids drooped heavily. Through the slits of her eyelashes, she was still staring at the fire tongue above in the last few seconds of her sober. She burst into tears helplessly. , The body curled up into a stiff mass.

Huo Yunshen, can you wait for me.

When Yan Qing opened his eyes again, his vision blurred for a long time before it became clear.

She was relocated, lying on a hospital bed with a needle in her back, and the fluid in the infusion tube dribbled into her body drop by drop.

The smell of disinfection water and a light floral fragrance mixed in the ward. It was empty and quiet. Only a person sitting on the chair beside the bed was staring at her nervously. When she opened her eyes, she was so excited to cry.

"Ma'am, do you have a headache? Do you have any memory problems? Tell me where you feel uncomfortable. During your lethargy, I did a detailed examination for you. The result is completely normal. I really... …"

Without speaking, Yan Qing went straight to the needle of the infusion.

Dr. Ho was frightened with cold sweat and hurried to stop. When she came across her, she somehow remembered that she had to shake hands with his wife before. Mr. Huo's gaze that could crush him to dust, he subconsciously put it on the quilt and held her.

"Madam! What are you doing!"

Yan Qing remained silent, propped herself up, and got out of bed regardless of the return of blood.

Dr. He froze for a moment, and suddenly understood her state at the moment.

He glanced back anxiously outside the door, without moving, it seemed that the rescue was not over...

At this time, any consolation was useless. After the explosion, his wife had no idea of ​​survival. She felt no pain or bleeding. She could not listen to his gentle persuasion, and she wanted to go to the extreme.

Dr. He condensed his nerves and suddenly said aloud: "Mr. Huo replaced himself with you, did you just spoil it so badly? Then he kept planning so much and kept his life in mind to clear the obstacles for you , Paving the way for the future, what is the picture!"

Yan Qing seems to be frozen, slowly raising his head, his face pale, his eyes full of death, staring blankly at him.

Dr. He couldn't help feeling so sad.

He was a firm atheist, but he couldn't help but quietly worship the Bodhisattva, praying that Huo in the rescue room could escape the disaster.

In addition to the pure land in this ward, there are already storms outside. I don’t know how many people are guarding it.

But the result hasn't come out yet, he dare not tell too much.

Once the rescue fails...

It's better to be desperate than to ignite hope and ruin it.

What he should do now is to attract the attention of his wife as much as possible. Besides, the piles and pieces he wants to talk about are facts.

Dr. He lifted his breath and continued to say, "President Huo guessed the key to awakening your memory a long time ago, but how to do it has never been determined. Our plan is fake death, and we did as much as possible based on fake death. Unpredictable, Huo Linchuan did not intend to let you go. The situation is a sudden change on the spot. What we can do is to leave only an air mattress. In order to protect you, Huo would rather turn the fake into reality. Take your own life."

Yan Qing was riddled with a few words, his voice hoarse: "He replaced me with himself, without him, I woke up, I live, what meaning does it have!"

"He made preparations in advance," Dr. He recalled the scene at that time, and couldn't hide his excitement. "The day he took you in costumes, he verbally explained his affairs on the phone. Once he had an accident, he was asked to wash your memory. , Let you treat him like..."

Yan Qing has difficulty breathing: "What is it."

"...A husband who has no feelings, you just need to feel at ease to accept the property he left you without having to shed more tears for his death."

Yan Qing's unconscious heart was burned to ashes by a fire.

He not only left her, but also stolen her memory together, erasing the traces of Huo Yunshen who had been loved and cherished in this world.

He wanted to die silently and become a transparent shadow that had never been important.

Yan Qing's chest fluctuated rapidly, staring at Dr. Ho, and the singing voice trembled and changed: "Dare you... dare you!"

She backed away, fiercely defending her only treasure.

Dr. He was uncomfortably twisted at the beginning. When she was sure to do this, the wife could not resist at all, perhaps not letting her know that it was easier to operate, but out of selfishness, he just wanted to tell her when she remembered everything.

All the way witnessed Mrs. Huo and Mrs. Huo coming over. If it really arrived that day, how could he let him go.

The ward in the ward was struggling, and in the corridor outside, there was a sudden sound of stumbling footsteps, rushing towards, slamming the door open, and the person gasping for tears, nodding desperately with tears and tears.

Yan Qing froze.

It’s Min Jing.

There was a blank in her mind, and an incredibly tiny burst of light ignited in her ears. She dared not speak and pursed her lips.

Dr. He understood what was going on, and at the sight of Min Jing's reaction, he was suddenly relieved and his eyes were red.

He turned back tremblingly and choked: "Ma'am, I, I can tell you the truth. President Huo, when the explosion happened, he was blocked by a metal door that was overturned by the airflow. The door was unbiased, After flying to President Huo, he made an angle on the wall and helped him bear most of the damage..."

After the incident, they thought it was not possible to survive.

But the hard metal door that was originally locked from the outside and sealed the road was almost three people wide to match the large suite, and the material was exceptionally strong.

Huo Linchuan arranged the explosives for the lives of the room on the third floor, and did not intend to blow up the entire building, so the amount and power of the explosives were not too large.

In fact, according to the direction of the moment when the explosion airflow came over, it could not be accurate to Huo Huo, there was a deviation, but Huo Linchuan was lying at the door at the time, the door was stumbled by his body, and the angle was reversed, which just happened to fly Where it should go.

Huo Linchuan died completely, and his body was incomplete, but at the most crucial juncture, he was forced to use his physical body to repay his numerous crimes.

Yan Qing blinked slowly, his fingers shaking.

"Even so, President Huo was still affected, and his left half was injured. He was at the scene for too long, with severe suffocation, plus two shots of blood loss," Dr. He said countlessly, and his nose was strong. Rescue, we are afraid of failure, so we dare not say too early, but now he, he can survive..."

His voice was still falling, and the responding Yan Qing burst into tears, biting her lips hard to hold back. She pulled off the needle on the back of her hand, and stumbled out of the ward regardless of the spilled blood.

Huo Yunshen has launched a rescue room and is still in a coma. He is observing in the intensive care unit and is temporarily not allowed to enter the visit.

There is a piece of glass on the outer wall of the intensive care unit, and you can see the inside. A group of well-dressed men are all around there, all of them sighing and crying for the rest of the life.

Min Jing ran with Yan Qing, guarding her around.

When the crowd noticed that she appeared, they muttered consciously and gave way to both sides, letting out the middle.

Yan Qing walked forward faintly, the closer she was, the more frightened her teeth were trembling. She was still wearing a sick suit and the redness on the back of her hands was wet. She was afraid to disturb the gods. She walked carefully and quietly attached it to the glass. Wipe his eyes and look inside.

On the white bed, the quilt covered the man's chest, covering his wounds. He closed his eyes, the street was dark, his thin lips were pale, and the facial features faded the usual coldness.

He did not know that he was being rescued.

He didn't know he could live.

At this moment, he faced her like he was dying, there was no resistance, only fragility and tenderness.

Yan Qing was motionless against the glass.

No one had the courage to speak out, lowering his eyebrows and lowering his head, Min Jing calmed down, and immediately returned to the role of Min Tezhu, spreading the crowd, quietly taking them away, leaving this space only to Yan Qing himself .

Yan Qing looked at him intently, and after a long while, he bit his wrist and cried with a whimper, and smiled with tears.

"Husband," she bent her warming fingers, tapped gently on the glass, and asked aggrievedly, "When do you wake up, I want to go home with you."