Be a salted fish in the arms of a sick gangster

Chapter 42 Am I Not Your Savior?

Song Tingling quickly paved the surrounding snow, and then used all her strength to straighten Wen Yanqing's wheelchair.

She saw him holding her right arm all the time.

"Wen Yanqing, Qingqing, what's wrong with you? Arm, what's wrong with your arm?"

Song Tingling panicked and wanted to check what happened to Wen Yanqing's arm.

"Don't move..." Wen Yanqing squeezed out these words weakly between his teeth, "It's okay, it's just... a broken bone..."

"Ah... Did I just..." Song Tingling suddenly cried, "I'm sorry..."

"It's okay..." Wen Yanqing looked at Song Tingling: "You shouldn't have come back."

Song Tingling grinned: "I originally wanted to give it a go, turning a bicycle into a motorcycle, but I didn't expect to fail."

At such a time, she can still laugh. Wen Yanqing really doesn't know if it means she is strong or lacking in heart.

"You might live if you leave, but you will really die when you come down." Wen Yanqing lowered his eyes.

He also put her in this death trap when they first met.

the difference is……

"Lingling, this time, I can't save you..."

If he still had legs, he would still have a chance of survival, but now, he really can't do anything, except wait for death.

Song Tingling smiled slightly, and teased, "Why are you the same as when we first met? You have no desire to survive at all."

"Lingling, I'm not afraid of death. Death may be a kind of relief for me, because I don't like this world at all."

When Wen Yanqing said this, his expression was gentle, but those eyes looked like a cold pool with no end in sight, as if they had been falling, falling...

"But you are different, you should live enthusiastically in this world."

Song Tingling sighed softly, feeling sorry for Wen Yanqing.

She knew that there should be many things about Wen Yanqing that she didn't know, which made him what he is now, and the appearance in the original body's memory.

But she wasn't in a hurry, didn't ask, she didn't want to take the initiative to uncover his scars.

She thought that as long as she stayed by his side long enough, she would know one day.

I didn't expect the time between them to be so short.

Song Tingling didn't say anything, just asked him: "Can I sit on your lap? Like you hugged me before."

Wen Yanqing nodded, but said, "Now, I only have one hand to hold you."

Song Tingling sat on his lap with a smile, her hands wrapped around his waist from behind, tightly.

"Don't worry, I will hold you tightly and won't let myself fall."

She hugged him tightly, resting her head on his chest.

"Wen Yanqing, I'll tell you a secret, don't be surprised."

"Ah."

She said: "I have actually lived my whole life, and this is my second life, so every second I live now is earned."

"So, I'm not afraid of death."

"Hehe..." Wen Yanqing chuckled twice, but didn't take it seriously, thinking that Song Tingling made it up to comfort herself.

He gave a very cooperative "hmm".

Song Tingling curled her lips, and knew that it was normal for him not to believe it.

She was not attached, and just quietly listened to his sonorous and powerful heartbeat.

I don't know how long it took, the sky gradually began to darken, the temperature began to drop, and then there was a little snow.

Although the two cuddled tightly together, they still couldn't prevent the result that their hands and feet began to gradually become cold.

Only then did Song Tingling truly feel that perhaps, she was really going to freeze to death on this snow mountain.

"Wen Yanqing...Wen Yanqing...it's snowing..."

"Um……"

Song Tingling opened her eyes, and watched the little snow falling in with the little light remaining in the sky.

"Wen Yanqing, I have something I want to tell you." If you don't say it, there is really no chance.

"I am listening."

"Wen Yanqing, I really, really like you."

When Wen Yanqing heard these words, his eyes slowly opened.

"Even if you tell me not to like you thousands of times, I will still like you."

"Qingqing, liking this kind of emotion is born in the heart and cannot be controlled."

"I've never liked someone so much before."

"Wen Yanqing, to me, you are the best, the best person in the world."

Even though it's very cold now, and my whole body is shivering, these words warm Wen Yanqing's heart.

It turned out that he was the best person in the world to her...

Song Tingling looked at the snow, and suddenly thought of something, and her face, which was a little stiff from the cold, became a little excited.

She raised her head so that she could look directly into Wen Yanqing's eyes.

"Qingqing, if I hadn't approached you that day, when would you have approached me?"

"That day?"

"Well, the first time we met...no, the day we were kidnapped."

Wen Yanqing looked at her in surprise, and after a long while, asked slowly: "You know everything?"

Song Tingling nodded.

"When did you know?"

Song Tingling said proudly, "I always knew that I wasn't your savior?"

Yes, she is his savior...

He was eight years old that year, and the Wen family tried their best to throw him away, and gave him to traffickers.

The traffickers took him to many places and came to Qingchuan Town.

He escaped with great difficulty. It was night and it was snowing heavily.

He ran barefoot, so cold that he couldn't feel anything on his feet.

Finally, because of hunger and cold, he fell in the snow.

It's really cold in the snow, and he only has a tattered padded jacket on his body.

Little Wen Yanqing lay on the snow, thinking, this is his end point.

With all the strength left in his body, he rolled over so that his face was facing upwards.

The snowflakes that day were as big as goose feathers, and they fell from the night eloquently.

Then, a small head poked over, blocking his view.

At that time, Song Tingling was wearing a white down jacket with two neat braids, her little face was flushed red from the cold, and she was looking at him curiously.

Her voice was immature: "It's such a cold day, don't go on the ground."

"If you have nowhere to go, just follow me."

That day, Xiao Song Tingling took him home secretly and hid him.

Although she was only five years old at the time, she took good care of him.

During the day, her adoptive parents need to go out to work, and at night he needs to hide under the bed for a while, and when the adoptive parents confirm that she is asleep and leave, she will wake up immediately and let him sleep on the bed.

During that period of time, he lived the most peaceful and happiest days since he was born, without any fights or quarrels.

At that time, he was thinking, if only he could live like this for the rest of his life.

Song Tingling leaned on his chest, and said aggrievedly: "When you left, you didn't even tell me. Suddenly, one day, you disappeared. I've been looking for you for a long time..."

Wen Yanqing: "I'm sorry..."

He also didn't expect that people from the Wen family would come to him, and before he could say goodbye to her, he was taken away.

Song Tingling went on to say: "Later, seven or eight years later, I saw a person who looked very similar to you, and I was afraid that I might be mistaken."

"But since that year, I've seen you at least once a year almost every year, and then I'm sure it's you."

Wen Yanqing touched her face: "I didn't expect you to remember me."

"Of course I remember!" Song Tingling smiled: "You are so pretty, you were pretty when you were young, and even more so when you grow up!"

Wen Yanqing laughed.

Song Tingling wanted to hold Wen Yanqing tighter, but found that her limbs were completely numb.

I began to feel less warmth on my body.

Song Tingling: "I heard that people who freeze to death will have very hot hallucinations before they die. I don't feel it yet. We still have a few hours."

Wen Yanqing: "Well..."

Song Tingling smiled: "Wen Yanqing, if, I mean, if we survive, you will be my boyfriend, okay?"

Wen Yanqing: "...OK."

Song Tingling: "Then you are not allowed to say that you don't want me to like you."

Wen Yanqing: "Okay."

As time passed bit by bit, a thick layer of snow accumulated on top of their heads. The two leaned on each other, very peaceful in their hearts, waiting for the arrival of death.

After Wen Yu went back, he didn't see any cars or people. He thought they had gone somewhere else, so he waited in the yard.

As a result, when it was almost dark, the two of them had not yet returned.

Wen Xi hurriedly called Song Tingling, but no one answered.

Called his grandfather, but no one answered.

The more Wen Xi waited, the more uneasy he felt, so he quickly turned on the location software on his phone.

Fortunately, his grandfather's wheelchair is equipped with a positioning device.

The location shows... His grandfather is still on the snow mountain!
Wen Xi was so shocked that he could hardly hold his phone steadily, so he hurried to the director and borrowed a car.

Naturally, Director Wang would not refuse to borrow it, and asked too much, "How is Mr. Wen?"

"On the snow mountain."

Wen Hao got the car keys and went out.

Director Wang reacted for a long time, gasped in shock, and hurried to chase Wen Xi.

"You mean, Wen, Mr. Wen...haven't come down from the snow mountain yet?!"

"Oh my God, how did this happen?!"

Wen Xi waited in no hurry, and said to Director Wang quickly: "Please go back now and find someone who is willing to go to the snow mountain with me to find someone. Those who go, each person is 100, and the person who is found is [-] million. I will go first, and those who are willing will come up later."

Wen Xi is completely imitating what his father did when he went to find Miss Song last time.

After he finished speaking, he got into the car, stepped on the accelerator and rushed up the mountain.

The people in the dark exchanged glances with each other.

Director Wang stood where he was and oopsed several times.

If the management dies here, can their film continue to be filmed? !
Director Wang sighed again and again, and then went to gather the manpower.

Hearing the bonus, everyone was a little eager to try.

Speaking of going up the snow mountain, everyone began to hesitate in their hearts.

The terrain of the snow mountain is rugged, and the temperature on the mountain is already below zero.

In such a situation, looking for someone in the dark, in case I accidentally slipped...

Although this is a lot of money, it must be spent wisely...

After a while of mobilization by Director Wang, everyone was still hesitant, and in the end no one dared to sign up.

Wen Xi drove up the mountain, and before seeing snow, he saw a car on the road up the mountain, which was their car.

Four or five people in black jackets came out from the back of the car, and they seemed to be waiting for him.

Seeing this battle, Wen Xie also understood seven or eight points in his heart.

Presumably, who is it from the Wen family?

Wen Xi got out of the car very neatly, wanting to make a quick decision.

His father and Ms. Song have stayed on the snow mountain for so long, so I don't know how the situation is now...

Don't miss a moment!

After 10 minutes, several people were beaten away.

Wen Xi took a look at the car blocking the road. The tire was intentionally blown out, not to mention that there is no key yet.

Wen Hao pushed with all his might.

The body just wobbled.

Wen Xi kicked the car angrily, like an ant on a hot pan.

He looked at the car behind him, then at the car lying in front of him, and then at the uphill.

Finally decided to give it a try.

He let off the brakes and let the car slide back down the slope.

After pulling the two cars apart for a certain distance, Wen Yu slammed on the accelerator and let his own car rush towards the other car.

There was a sound of "bang--", and the car blocking the road rolled over to the ground, still lying in the middle of the road.

Wen Xi drove the car, and the hood flew off.

Wen Xi: "..."

Sure enough, accelerating uphill is really not lethal at all...

The borrowed car is also broken...

Wen Hao patted the steering wheel angrily.

He got out of the car and made a phone call.

Song Tingling began to shiver violently, it was too cold, too cold...

The little bit of residual warmth generated by the close proximity between the two has completely disappeared, and it feels like the whole body is surrounded by cold.

The two talked a lot, most of the time it was Song Tingling who was talking, and Wen Yanqing would occasionally respond with a sentence or two.

In fact, Song Tingling didn't know what she was talking about, she just said whatever came to her mind.

She spoke slowly and softly.

In the end, Song Tingling couldn't think of anything else in her mind.

She just sighed: "Unfortunately..."

Song Tingling was not afraid of death, but felt it was a pity.

It's a pity that I and Wen Yanqing only spent so much time together.

It's a pity that the relationship between them just stopped there.

If only... if only a little more time...

There are so many things she still wants to do with him...

"What a pity?" Wen Yanqing asked.

However, after waiting for a long time, he never heard her voice again.

With this pity, Song Tingling completely lost consciousness,

Wen Yanqing hugged her tightly with her hands that could only be moved, wanting to give her even the slightest bit of warmth.

"Lingling, Lingling, don't sleep... talk to me again."

At this time, Wen Yanqing had reached the end of the road, and his head was getting heavier and heavier.

But he still wanted to... still wanted to hear her voice again.

Wen Yanqing embraced her, her arms were full, and her heart was also full.

He never believed in an afterlife.

But at this moment, he really hopes that there will be that next life between them.

In that next life, he will let go of all prejudices and obsessions, and have a vigorous love affair with her.

Just like TV shows.

so what?So what if it's fake?
With her around, everything is fine.

Just like now, beside her, death seemed wonderful to him.

(End of this chapter)