never left

The young man looked as if he was about to lose his breath.When Oreo rushed in, the child was still able to speak, but his eyes were blurred, and the spirit in his pupils was lost.His body was full of wounds, blood was dripping from all seven orifices, but his expression was stable.

"Let's go." These were the first words he said.

Ah Zhen had already lost her eyesight, but her perception was still there. He clenched his fingers and called out the name of the person in front of him: "Brother, sister-in-law, let's go." It flowed out from the corner of his mouth, moistening his white and tender cheeks, adding a touch of color to that pale face.

Oreo hardly dared to look at the child. Although he was the best doctor, he was just a mortal.Since we are mortals, there are naturally unsolvable things.So he couldn't save the life of the person in front of him, so he could only cover his eyes, trying desperately not to let the tears fall.

Liu Qingxiao rubbed this scene, this face, and this expression into her heart, then bent down, put a gun in the palm of her younger brother, put his hand on his lover's shoulder, and slapped thousands of words on his lips. After a turn, he finally only said this sentence: "Let's go." His palm was warm, in contrast to Oreo's gradually colder hand.

Oreo's face was already full of tears, his body trembling, and he slowly put down the scarred little hand in his palm, standing up as if he was carrying a million burden.It wasn't the first time his hands were dripping with blood, but he still felt that the blood was flowing from his heart, and it was painful.

"We will definitely be able to go back." Oreo swore to the child on the ground in a low voice.His handsome facial features are filled with every ray of light, even in Ah Zhen's line of sight, which can no longer see anything, it is the brightest hope.

The child on the ground just raised the corners of his lips and smiled. He nodded gently, just like usual. Finally, he opened his mouth and answered a word.

He said, good.

The warm hands were far away, and the fragmented and flustered footsteps were far away. The young man with nothing left in his vision finally heard the peaceful sound of death.He clenched his palms tightly and felt the gun. He knew what his brother was doing with the gun, there was no doubt about it.The faint smile on her immature face hadn't faded yet, Ah Zhen picked up the gun and gathered herself together. He always knew what he should do, and he never lost his way in the darkness.

The moment the trigger was pulled, Ah Zhen's vision suddenly lit up, as if he heard the sound of cheers.

Ah, that was the triumphant laugh.

When Liu Qingxiao and Oreo returned to the base, they almost couldn't find the entrance.

The original entrance was tightly blocked, and experts kept talking about earthquakes and disaster analysis in the news. Liu Qingxiao and Oreo stood in front of the half-collapsed building, sighing blindly.

Fortunately, this section of the road is all owned by Xuanmai. Even the ordinary employees below are also external personnel of Xuanmai, and their quality is impeccable.Even in the case that the core of Xuanmai is almost dead, it can operate quickly.But to say that this is a problem of Xuanmai, it is better to say that the power of the Chu family is at work.

The two walked around the building several times before being picked up by Zhong Hanguang.

Zhong Hanguang was not seriously injured. His long hair was tied behind his head, a few bandages were pasted on his face, and gauze was still wrapped around his knees, but he was still in good spirits. .Looking at it this way, Liu Qingxiao, Oreo and the one in front of them can almost make up the trio without injury.

Compared with other people who were seriously injured or even died, they were so happy.

"Now the base is in another place." Zhong Hanguang led the way, took apart a candy and stuffed it into his mouth.

The candy was melon-flavored, and it smelled sweet from a long distance away. Zhong Hanguang shook his head and touched his neck, sweating off his hands.

The three of them didn't have any expressions on the surface, they were as calm as warm water.

After walking for a while, it was Liu Qingxiao who broke the calm: "Han Guang, how did you know you were coming to pick us up?"

"Ah, this." Zhong Hanguang took out the lollipop from his mouth and rubbed the corner of his mouth, "It was the glasses in the white coat who said it, she said that the survivors were approaching the base, and the fire spoon sent me out. "Her eyes flicked over the two of them, as if she wanted to ask something, but in the end she just stuffed the candy back and turned her head away.

The three of them stopped talking again.

They took a small road, and the neighborhood was originally remote, and because of a disaster, they didn't meet anyone along the way.But fortunately no one came, otherwise it would be impossible to explain the embarrassment of the three of them.

"How many people are left at the base?" This time it was Oreo who asked the question. He just found a wound on his little finger, but he couldn't find a bandage after searching all over his body, so he just put it in his mouth and let it go. .

Zhong Hanguang bit the candy in his mouth, hummed a few times, but didn't answer directly.

She threw down the stick of lollipop in her hand, and replied: "It's miserable."

The three fell silent again.

Tang Qianzhuo looked back at the darkroom for the last time.

The guns she had shot in this room, the acts she had made, the documents she had torn up, and the swear words she had said all occupied her mind as if they had come out of nowhere.

In addition, among the spiritual pillars arranged in a row, only a few of them are still shining.

"What are you so stupid for?" Chuzheng stood at the door with her arms folded, a lollipop in her mouth.

Recently, this guy is quitting smoking, and his cheeks hurt from chewing too much gum, so he bought a dozen candies, so the people with Quan Xuanmai (not many left) started to eat lollipops.

Tang Qianzhuo turned his head and said without hesitation: "You are stupid, your whole family is stupid!"

Chuzheng, who was sprayed all over his face, wiped his face and shrugged: "You can't do this to your immediate superior's family. Shouldn't you treat your leaders like a dog?"

But she thought for a while, then tilted her head: "But Xuanmai will be disbanded, anyway, it's not your boss anymore."

Tang Qianzhuo raised a hand and waved it: "I want to correct you, it was your Xuanmai that disbanded, not mine. My Xuanmai does not exist in this empty space."

"Yes, yes, yes," Chu Zheng perfunctory her, "but if this Xuan Mai, how do you get together your previous Xuan Mai, man, you need to be grateful, don't you think?" Chu Zheng blinked, while hugging Tang Qianzhuo's shoulder.

"If the old ones don't go away, if the new ones don't come, it's not like they can't be found, so relax your mind."

Chu Zheng reached out and patted Tang Qianzhuo's chest, his expression returned to seriousness.

"You are a beacon, you must not panic."

Sixty, this is not the last

Qingyang put on his hat.

As a young monk, he would be caressed by horrific onlookers and aunts and sisters casually walking on the street. In order not to cause confusion, he could only cover it up with a hat.

He was instigated by those guys to come out to buy drinks. A few of them refused to come down from the poker table, but they felt that life is incomplete without ice cream. A few of them guessed a punch, and the one who lost threatened him with his fist. The little bald man successfully stuffed the change into the dwarf's hand and kicked him out of the temporary base.

I don't know why today, but there are surprisingly many people on the street.

Qingyang stood and thought for a while, then suddenly remembered that there would be a lantern festival on the street tonight.Those lanterns have been hung on the branches, and stalls have been set up on the street. People are crowded in and out, and the joyful atmosphere seems to render the whole city.Qingyang pressed the brim of his hat, and squeezed the change in his pocket.

The nearby convenience store was at a secluded corner, Qingyang squeezed out from the crowd, took a breath with difficulty, and bumped into someone as soon as he turned his head.

This hit was quite hard, Qingyang covered his nose and didn't recover for a long time.

"Oh, I hit someone!" A bluffing voice sounded, and then a hand stretched out, lightly supporting Qingyang's shoulder to stabilize the person.

"Are you all right?" This time it was another voice, much gentler and more reserved than the bluffing Lang Yin, and a little closer.

Qingyang endured the pain and opened his eyes, and the two people in front of him were reflected in his pupils.

There were two boys standing in front of them, both of whom looked to be in their twenties. One of them was wearing a white shirt and jeans, buttoned up to the last. They looked like boys and girls, and their facial features were delicate to the point of beauty.The other one was wearing a suit but no tie, with three or four buttons unbuttoned, exposing a large area of ​​skin.This guy is also good-looking, but with a mean smile on his face, he looks extremely stupid.

The man in the white shirt who supported Qingyang's shoulders seemed to have bumped into him, frowning with worry on his face.

"Are you okay?" Seeing that Qingyang didn't reply for a long time, the man had no choice but to ask again.

Before Qingyang could speak, the bluffing Langbi on the other side yelled: "Oops, baby, you knocked people out of order, and you still don't believe me when you say that your whole body is as hard as Wolverine, now You have to be in charge for the rest of your life~" Although the man said something alarming, the smile on his brows was warm.

Qingyang couldn't help but stared blankly, until the man who had laughed enough stopped, and the man in the white shirt asked for the third time, Qingyang broke free from this state, blushed and waved his hands to say it's okay.

The man in the white shirt pushed away his nagging companion, stretched out his hand to touch Qingyang's forehead, and said in an unbelievably soft voice, "If it hurts, tell me." His palm was warm, It's like the softness of a feather touching the bottom of my heart, with an inexplicable power of peace of mind.

For some reason, Qingyang revealed a