Xiao Lang Jing

Song Qiran sneezed.He stood up from the ground, squatting for too long, and he was a little dazed when he got up suddenly. He supported the private car closest to him and slowed down for a while.

He's fine, his head doesn't hurt like it did in the western restaurant.It would be better to say that the long series of sharp and piercing loud noises and the sudden sudden braking after driving on the bridge made him regain his sanity from the chaos.

He didn't even know what was going on with him in the first place, he seemed to lose control of his body after just looking at a few paintings and listening to a piece of music. Now that he thought about it, he was really terrified.

It's just that in the current situation, it is temporarily impossible to get in touch with others.

A driving bus on the overpass suddenly overturned, hit four or five vehicles in two opposite lanes in an instant, and more than 20 follow-up vehicles rear-ended, and all motor vehicles on the bridge were trapped in the traffic formation and could not move. .

Song Qiran's car was at the back of the line, and it was also dented when it stopped suddenly, and the headlights fell out, but luckily he was fine.The drivers on the scene rushed to rescue people from the overturned bus and the seriously damaged vehicles. Song Qiran also went. He was light in stature, and it was easier for him to get into the narrow window than anyone else. A group of enthusiastic taxi drivers pried open the side door of the bus and lifted out the unconscious driver from inside.Almost all the passengers were injured, some could barely sit up by themselves, some could only lie down, and they didn’t know where the injuries were, and the severity was unclear for the time being, but the ambulance couldn’t come in for a long time. Gradually, the cries of women and children sounded.

Song Qiran felt that he had almost slowed down, so he supported the car and began to walk forward.He wanted to try to borrow a phone from the car owner who was stuck on the road, and give Zhao Meng a general introduction to the situation here, so that he should not worry.

Suddenly someone in the crowd shouted.Sporadic exclamations turned into howls of terror, and the overturned bus suddenly burst into flames.The first thing to burn was the exposed wires under the chassis after the car rolled over. There was a pop of sparks, and the sputtering stars suddenly gained momentum, burning all the way from the chassis to the beam of the car. The fuel tank was heated and expanded. I don’t know which piece it is The welding of the bridge was loosened, as if a bomb had exploded. A pushed iron plate was blown to a height of several meters, and with a bang, it was wrapped in a fireball and hit the bridge deck again.

People on the bridge suddenly panicked.

Song Qiran had just walked less than 100 meters, but when he turned around, he could already see billowing black smoke rising from under the burning car shell.The sound of footsteps chasing from behind gradually became hurried and frantic.All the car owners are now running out of their cars. People are trying to get off the bridge on foot. The severely congested expressway is too narrow. Some people jump on the roof of the car in a hurry, and some people stay where they are and call for help. , wanting to transfer the disabled injured lying on the ground, some people accidentally fell down, some people suddenly lost their family members or children, and their shouts were all drowned out by shouts.

Song Qiran was pushed away by someone with great force. He almost fell, and his shoulder hit the rearview mirror of a car, which hurt him so much.Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of more people running towards him. Song Qiran gritted his teeth and sat directly on the front hood of the car.

It took him a while to catch his breath after he sat down, before he let go of the dizzy feeling in his head.He sighed, it seemed impossible to use his mobile phone to make a call.The self-igniting fire of the bus in front of him did not seem to be weakening at all. Song Qiran didn't know if the vehicles would explode in real life with a sudden bang like in the movie. He stood up and began to climb over the vehicle along the way. and the roof to move in the direction of the fire.

He noticed that there was another young man like him, walking against the current in the opposite direction from the crowd. Song Qiran was very surprised. He glanced at the other party, and the other party also glanced at him. The eyes of the two were full of wind and smoke. After a brief mingling in the air, the boy gave him a smile.

Song Qiran didn't know why the other party suddenly laughed.He only knew that he wanted to save someone, and that person happened to be too. His reason was very simple. If it was Zhao Meng, he must be the one who rushed to the front at this time. The person he likes will always do it for others. And go all out, even so heroically that you don't care about yourself.Thinking of this, Song Qiran sped up his movements again.

He and the young man who ran back to rescue people arrived almost at the same time. Like them, there were probably seven or eight others who were ready to roll up their sleeves to help. The first step was to move the injured who could not move out of the blast radius and into a wider area. On an open space where you can breathe fresh air.There was an older person at the scene who seemed to be a doctor, teaching them how to move the head and body of the injured in parallel to avoid secondary injuries during the movement.It takes about three people to safely lift an injured person, and they take turns, repeating their journey back and forth, running non-stop.

After the spontaneous combustion intensified, the flames rose higher and higher, and the scorching heat could be clearly felt in the air. The thick smoke spread, and the place where the wounded were lying had already diffused a pungent and choking smell. Song Qiran coughed, Someone stuffed a handkerchief wet with mineral water into the palm of his hand.

"As for the people, they're all here! Is there anyone else who hasn't moved over yet!"

Someone is shouting.

"I've counted them! They're all here! Everyone's fine!"

Another voice answered.

Song Qiran turned his head and looked into the billowing smoke. The huge shell of the vehicle had been burned to the point where only the metal frame remained. The sponge wadding under the chair or under the cushions all turned into bursts of stench in the hot air.That's what it looks like after a fire, when all traces of what ever existed are erased, destroyed, and nothing remains.

Song Qiran stared blankly at the fire.

He used to think that death was nothing to fear.Before meeting Zhao Meng, he had endured ten years of torture. He had to fight the headaches caused by the sequelae, or he could be a robot who could not feel desire. Life was just two painful choices for him. One, or a combination of both, makes little sense at all.But now, he's glad he wasn't in that burned car.He is glad that he is alive, able to move, breathe, and feel the heat and cold, so that he will not be separated from the one he loves, and never find each other again.

very nice.

He heard the sound of an ambulance.

Song Qiran stood up. He was worried that the ambulance would be stuck in the middle of the road, or that the person carrying the stretcher didn't know where the injured were, so he ran towards the source of the sound. The bridge deck was long, and the trot gradually changed. In order to run quickly, Song Qiran waved his arms, hoping that someone would see him immediately.

He saw a person, far away, a dark and fuzzy shadow.It turned out that a cordon had already been pulled up on the bridge, and a uniformed policeman was running towards him amidst the layers of vehicles.

Song Qiran saw the other party's water-stained face clearly against the light, and Zhao Meng saw him at the same time. They were separated by four or five broken-down cars, surrounded by the sound of a huge car horn that covered everyone's voices. And the shouts of the crowd, the background is billowing black clouds.Everything is very much like a doomsday movie.Except for Zhao Meng's arms.

Song Qiran's first reaction when he saw Zhao Meng's body was that he had just fallen into the river.

There is no part of Zhao Meng's upper body that is not wet. In October in the north, standing on a high place and blown by the wind, the surface of his skin is as cold as a piece of iron.Song Qiran frantically tried to take off his coat and put it on him, but Zhao Meng grabbed his arms one by one, unable to complete the simple action of undressing smoothly.

Zhao Meng groped every part of his upper body, even the joints of the back elbows and the sockets of the shoulders. He was so panicked that there were large patches of blood on Song Qiran's shirt. He thought this person was in a car accident. I was injured, and the moment I saw someone, even the back of my eyeballs hurt.

"Where is your injury? Where is it? You talk!" Zhao Meng was in a hurry. He took him to the side of the road and sat down on the ground, wanting to let Song Qiran lie down and check again. His hair and the tip of his nose They all threw water droplets, scattered and cool, splashing on Song Qiran's body and face.

That was his sweat. Cars had been banned from entering this area a few kilometers away. Zhao Meng ran up. He ran up the overpass of the city expressway on foot. He went against the crowd all the way and crossed the cordon. He rushed to Song Qiran's side without stopping.

There may be tears that wet his clothes, Zhao Meng is really about to cry.

There was blood and stains on Song Qiran's body, such a large area, they couldn't be seen clearly when they were mixed together, he had only seen this person wash himself cleanly and dress up beautifully, he felt that Song Qiran should be like that , It has been like that all his life, when he thinks that he will be injured, bleed, and hurt, Zhao Meng's heart feels like being thrown into a blender and twisted.

It was an impulse that could not be restrained by reason, and he could understand it now.If ten years ago, he was the one who saw Song Qiran being sent into the ambulance covered in blood, he might have done something more outrageous than Song Qiran.

He was so flustered and lost that even Song Qiran panicked. He had never seen Zhao Meng cry, not even the time he broke up with his father.He patted Zhao Meng's cheek and kept repeating to him: "I'm fine, it's fine, it's not my blood on the clothes, it's from the passengers in the accident, it was stained when I went to help, really, I'm a little Nothing."

Zhao Meng didn't move, as if he had froze suddenly, his eyes were fixed on the face that Song Qiran was trying to convince him to believe.The loud buzzing filling his eardrums subsided, and he finally heard his own breathing again.

"You scared me to death...!"

Zhao Meng hugged the man fiercely, every joint and bone made a creaking sound of being rubbed, Song Qiran felt a little pain, and was a little suffocated, but the only arm he struggled out was still wrapped around the back of Zhao Meng's neck On, gently running down the man's sweaty and cold hair.

"You scared me to death, you scared me to death, you know!" Zhao Meng said again.He was literally on the verge of cardiac arrest.This is his little guy, his baby, and what is wrapped in these two arms is his life!

"If you dare to do it again, if I can't find you by running around like this again, I'll stab myself!" Zhao Mengfa said fiercely.

Song Qiran shrank his shoulders in fright, stopped talking, and nodded like a little rabbit.

"Don't just nod, say you promise!" Zhao Meng shouted at him.

"I promise." Song Qiran foolishly repeated those three words.

"I didn't ask you to say—! Do you know what I want you to promise? You promise?!"

Zhao Meng was about to be laughed at by him.

Song Qiran looked at him blankly, just about to say that I will listen to whatever you say, when Zhao Meng held his face in his hands.

"I want you to promise that no matter what happens in the future, you will not face it alone. No matter what happens, you will let me stay by your side. Do you understand?" Zhao Meng said word by word.

He looked at Song Qiran with a pair of hot eyes, and that hotness seemed to be magical, which made Song Qiran's huge sense of uneasiness suddenly subside in an instant.He didn't even think about it, so he spoke to Zhao Mengquan.

"I received a courier from a very strange person. I don't know her, and I haven't heard her voice, but she seems to know about me very well. She said she hoped I could remember, but I just I feel scared, as if I don’t want to remember those things at all. There is a CD in the mail, I don’t know if I should read it, but as soon as I think of seeing the content in it, the whole person will become very strange, very Resist, it feels very uncomfortable, Zhao Meng, I dare not watch it alone."

Zhao Meng listened quietly, as if he knew what he was going to say early in the morning.After Song Qiran finished speaking, he showed a slightly relieved expression, and replied without hesitation for a moment:

"Don't be afraid, I'll watch with you."