Spread joy in the arms of the cold male god

Chapter 123 If It Wasn't Lu Jingyan

Suddenly, an urgent and gentle voice, also the most familiar voice, came to my ears slowly, mixed with heavy breathing:
"Child--"

It seems to cut through the layers of the sky, break through the gaps of time and space, come from the deep sea, come from the ashes, pass through the glaciers of the Arctic, pass through the land where all things are revived, and pass through the withering of the four seasons, so far away that it is blocked It has overturned thousands of mountains, and even subverted the whole world. It is the only ray of salvation that descends from the darkness.

If there is a god in the world, then he is the god who saves all living beings.

In a trance, Song Xiaolin vaguely felt that the surroundings were constantly moving.

She faintly felt a strong and powerful arm tightly encircling her, tightly blocking her in her arms.

Her eyelashes fluttered slightly, and she opened her eyes slightly. At first, she saw a white light, which burned her eyelids, and then there was fire light all over the sky. Looking up, she saw Lu Jingyan's mandible with blood stains. It was sliding down his slender neck, smudged on the collar of his white shirt.

His eyes shimmered, distressed and painful, and scarlet.

In an instant, tears welled up in Song Xiaolin's eyes.

Lu Jingyan.

"land……"

She wanted to call his name, but nothing came out.

It seems to be choked in the throat, making it difficult to speak.

She raised her hand to gently touch his face, to wipe off the blood on his body, to feel his temperature, to touch his eyes...

Even his breath.

But before the fingertips touched it, the hand fell powerlessly and hung in mid-air.

She can't do anything.

The raging fire is still burning wantonly, trying to burn everything here to ashes.

Song Xiaolin really wanted to open her eyes to look at him again, she wanted to keep his desperate appearance firmly in her mind, but her eyelids were really heavy, and she seemed to have no strength to lift them up anymore.

In the end, she lost consciousness completely.

The overwhelming darkness hit, at that moment, she couldn't tell whether it was a dream or reality.

Only the tear at the corner of her eye slid silently down her cheek, crystal clear, like a pearl, reflecting the light of the fire, extremely radiant.

Witness this scene of life to death.

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When Song Xiaolin woke up, it was already two days later.

There was a smell of disinfectant in the air.

When the nurse pushed the door open, a light rain drifted into the ward.

Is it raining in Haicheng?

It's rare.

"Your injury is not serious. After a few days of rest, you can be discharged from the hospital."

"thanks……"

She opened her mouth blankly, her pale lips were bloodless, and her eyes stared blankly at the white wall.

Why is she in the hospital?

Still have a terrible headache?

Feel like you forgot something?
Seeing her sullen expression, the nurse asked with concern before leaving, "Do you want to open the window to get some air?"

She shook her head and fell into blank thought again.

By the way, Lu Jingyan!

What about Lu Jingyan?

Didn't he say that he would arrive in Haicheng at six o'clock?

Song Xiaolin rummaged around for his mobile phone, wanting to call him.

But after searching for a long time, I didn't even see a shadow.

Don't look for it, don't look for it anymore.

She got out of bed in a hurry, but unexpectedly, her body was so weak that her feet almost went limp.

Finally, he stumbled out of the room while leaning on the wall.

She asked someone to borrow her cell phone.

When passing by a ward with an open door, there were a few faint discussions from inside.

"Hey, have you guys heard that a small hotel on Dongnan Street caught fire and several people died..."

Mixed with aunt's star spit, she was very excited: "The fire was so big at that time, I was on the scene, and the fire was going to fall on me from a distance, and the whole building was about to collapse at that time , a sea of ​​flames, even the firefighters dared not rush in, no one dared to approach anyway, but two young people who were not afraid of death rushed in without hesitation, and they couldn't be stopped, maybe there was something important inside. My man, he looks very handsome, it's a pity..."

on fire?
Hear these two words.

Suddenly, Song Xiaolin stopped in his tracks, unable to listen to anything.

A sea of ​​devouring flames appeared before her eyes.

on fire……

on fire! ! !
As if a huge thunder flashed through her mind, she finally remembered!
The small hotel where she was staying caught fire.

In my memory, apart from the sea of ​​flames burning my body, there is also the crimson sunset glow on the horizon.

and also……

what else……

correct! ! !

At the moment before her consciousness disappeared, in the last scene, she seemed to see Lu Jingyan?
Was he the one who brought her to escape?
She remembered that he seemed to be bleeding.

What about others?

"Lu Jingyan... Where is Lu Jingyan..."

Song Xiaolin couldn't calm down anymore, fine cold sweat oozes from her forehead, her pale and slightly sickly lips opened and closed, and she kept murmuring Lu Jingyan's name, she was too scared, too afraid of the feeling of losing, She didn't feel very panic again, in an instant, all the uneasy emotions rushed into her chest, stuck in her throat, and felt a dull pain. Her whole sky collapsed, and she couldn't breathe under the pressure. Cloudy, miserable and pitiful, this fearful and depressed worry is like a nail that seizes the soul, piercing into the bone inch by inch, it is difficult to resist, and the pain is too painful.

She was going crazy with worry.

"Lu Jingyan..."

When she lost her soul, she bumped into someone head-on and hard.

"Oh, it's you, little girl?" The proprietress of the inn recognized her immediately, "Whose name are you calling?"

The light in her eyes gradually focused: "Miss Boss, you..."

After a pause, Song Xiaolin suddenly remembered that she was still having a fever at that time, and her memory of this scene was very vague. She suddenly hesitated a little, and couldn't tell whether it was reality or the situation of extreme hypoxia. An imaginary dream?

Eager to know all the truth, she opened her mouth hastily, mixed with a slightly heavy breathing: "Miss Boss, were you there that day?"

"Yes, my God, I went out to do some errands, but I caught fire when I came back..."

The lady proprietress was resentful, with a look of deep hatred and bitterness, she complained endlessly about the merciless fate of teasing people, saying that this small hotel was built together with her husband more than ten years ago. was burned.

Song Xiaolin didn't have the patience to listen to these exaggerated long-winded speeches. She only wanted to know the truth, and asked straight to the point: "Who...was I rescued?"

"You..." The proprietress thought about it carefully, "You were carried out by the firefighters."

"Firefighter?" She breathed a sigh of relief, her hanging heart finally settled down, and she gradually settled down.

It would be better if it wasn't Lu Jingyan.

It turned out that she mistook the firefighter for Lu Jingyan.

It was really just a dream imagined during the extreme lack of oxygen and unconsciousness.

Xu is infinitely close to death, and thoughts will eventually break through the barriers of reality.

At the moment when she thought she was about to die, the person she wanted to see the most was always Lu Jingyan. He was a knot in her heart that she would never be able to untie. The scene where he falls from the sky and saves her from the flames.

But luckily, it was just a dream.

(End of this chapter)