moonlight lure

She closed her eyes for a long time, frowned and looked around, but found nothing.

It was unclear how far the road above was. Looking around, there were no trees. At the same time, she felt that her blood seemed to attract some bugs. When the wind calmed down, she could clearly hear the sound of crawling in the grass. .

Song Shiwei was a little panicked. She was afraid that it would attract more things, so she groped to find the injured area on her leg. Fortunately, the wound was no longer bleeding, but was just a little sticky.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath to calm down, feeling uncontrollable panic in her heart.

She tried to call for help, and it took a lot of effort to barely make a sound that could be heard clearly, but her remaining physical strength was so exhausted that her weak voice was immediately swallowed up by the silence of the night, and there was no echo. did not hear it.

She had no choice but to wait for rescue. Her original fear gradually weakened as her brain became increasingly groggy.

She hugged her left knee and thought vaguely, if she had known she was going to die here at such a young age, it would be better for her to seize the opportunity to be selfish and happy during her lifetime.

She should be happy to accept Song and Tang's house, since she had the right to inherit his property anyway. What could she and him do if they held back their breath? The blood relationship between them was endless, and even if she no longer wanted to forgive him, she would still care for him until he died.

Going back a little further, when she was in college, she was invited by the assistant director of a certain production team to make a guest appearance when she went to a movie studio with others. However, she refused because she thought it was too troublesome to change clothes and put on makeup. She missed the entertainment industry and lost millions of days. salary.

Also, before they broke up last time, Mingxu wanted to give her the gold bar she won when he bought a house, but she didn't ask for it. Now that the price of gold has risen like this, she really has suffered a lot in terms of money in her life.

Everyone else had a profound enlightenment before they died, but she was the only one who was different. She finally realized the benefits of things outside her body at this time. Song Shiwei couldn't help laughing at herself, leaning on a rock and staring at the dark clouds covering the moon in the sky, and in a daze she thought of the moon on the sea that night.

And, the moon necklace that she hadn't had time to see clearly.

The arc at the end of Song Shiwei's lips weakened little by little, and the light in her eyes became darker and darker.

She began to feel cold, and she pursed her bloodless lips to endure it. In the deep silence that could not be seen beyond the horizon, her curled up and trembling body gradually fell asleep.

When her thoughts were blurred, she felt as if her body suddenly no longer hurt and was no longer heavy. She floated lightly, floated to the sky, and sank into the clouds.

But why were the clouds so cold and so hard? It made her feel so uncomfortable.

She felt uncomfortable and wanted to leave here, but the clouds that were gentle and harmless just now suddenly surged and wrapped around her. She felt that her body was getting weaker and weaker, her breathing was getting weaker and weaker, and her entire consciousness seemed to be quickly withdrawn from her body. Just when she was about to sink completely, the anxious voice coming from far away in her ears brought her back to reality: "Song Shiwei!"

Song Shiwei opened her eyes quietly, and nothing around her changed. The voice just now was like a dream, and disappeared again when she woke up.

The hope ignited in her heart was instantly extinguished, but after a moment, she slowly realized that there was no sound.

On the ground not far away, something seemed to be crawling across the grass, making a hissing sound.

She was stunned for a long time, and her brain was instinctively forced to resume thinking. This voice seemed to be...

snake! !

Song Shiwei's whole body froze instantly, all the blood in his body rushed to his head, his temples thumped deafeningly, and his brain went blank.

The snake in front of her was about the thickness of her arm. It stood up unhurriedly and elegantly stuck out its tongue, as if it was taking its time to admire its prey that had no way to escape. Song Shiwei put her hands on the ground, her scalp was numb and dizzy, and her body was stiff and stretched to the limit.

After several hours of being trapped and comatose, her consciousness was still somewhat clear at the critical moment, but her physical strength was completely exhausted and she was unable to fight back.

She held her breath and closed her eyes, desperately waiting for the opponent's attack. The other party seemed to be observing her as he moved closer to her little by little, his clammy body flexibly sliding over the weeds on the ground, making a chilling and uncomfortable sound.

The time became particularly long under the extreme fear. These ten seconds were the most torturous and torturous time in her life, and every second seemed to be stretched and magnified tenfold.

Perhaps out of some common human instinct, her consciousness was groggy, but her mind was spinning rapidly, and she quickly replayed her own life.

From the moment she remembered the incident to the moment she fell from the mountain, she stood in a third person's perspective. She saw herself smiling rarely but often when she was alone.

She couldn't help laughing at herself, what on earth was she missing?

Song Shiwei couldn't help but feel sour in her breath, and the trembling and clenched fingers on her side slowly released their strength.

She took a deep breath to hold back her tears. Suddenly, there was a sound of something falling not far away. It was not loud, but it was very clear in the silent night.

"Bang... buzz... buzz..."

She closed her eyes tightly and didn't see a mobile phone with a shattered screen light up faintly a few meters away from her.

The continuous vibration sound attracted the attention of the creature in front of it. It stopped in place and hesitated cautiously for a moment before changing the direction of attack.

Song Shiwei's consciousness fluctuated between wakefulness and trance. She felt slowly that the other person seemed to be getting closer to her, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

Although the current crisis was not completely over for her, she no longer had any energy left to stay awake. She allowed herself to lie limp on the ground, panting, drowsily thinking about resigning herself to her fate, when a rapid and steady sound of footsteps came to her ears like an auditory hallucination, from far to near, from imaginary to solid.

She didn't know why, but it was as if the radar system belonging to the body's instinct detected the arrival of safety, and the weak and tense nerves in her body suddenly relaxed.

She struggled to open her heavy eyelids. The face of the person in front of her was blurry and three-dimensional. She couldn't see his facial features clearly, but the moment his warm hands covered her cheeks, her guard suddenly broke, and tears burst out silently.

The man's voice was low and hoarse, with a palpitating feeling like something was lost. The strength of his arms when he hugged her made her bones ache: "I'm sorry Weiwei, I'm late."

She closed her eyes and cried and huddled close to his arms. Before she completely lost consciousness, her last movement was to quietly hold onto his lapel.

As if out of the instinct of a weak animal to seek a sense of security, or as if a lonely boat that had been drifting for a long time finally found a dock, she finally settled down and allowed her consciousness to become groggy.

Ji Yanchen was walking in the forest with one foot deep and one foot shallow while carrying someone on his back.

Although the night road in the mountains was steep, it was not too difficult for him. However, it was difficult for him to carry a person on his back and after the rain. After passing several steep slopes, it was difficult for him. The leather boots were slipping and slipping in the sticky mud, which was the most thrilling thing. Once, the two of them slipped half a meter back and almost fell down again. He held the person on his back steady with one hand, and grabbed the tree beside the road with his other hand, and finally managed to stabilize his body without any danger. , continue upward along the trees.

The person on his back lay slumped on his back and muttered something about being cold, and the forehead pressed against his neck was very hot.