Pack O green tea is always on my mind

In the distance, the red and blue interlaced light was like a hurricane spiraling up, accompanied by the sound of sirens, breaking the confrontation between the three people violently.

Yang Zhengming turned his face sideways, squinted his eyes slightly, and in an instant, countless red dots were aimed at him.

The well-trained policemen got out of the car one by one and got ready to go.

The cold and sharp needle was about to be inserted into the blood vessel. Song Yinchi's movements suddenly stopped when she heard the movement, and she was slightly dazed.

She didn't call the police, where did the police get the news?

The light was too bright, showing Yang Zhengming her expression at a glance.

Yang Zhengming stared at her thin white wrist, his expression changed from surprise and anticipation to manic anger following the sound of the siren.

He looked at Tong Nan in a blink of an eye, and spat hard on the ground: "Is that you?"

He walked over with big strides, tore off the watch on Tong Nan's wrist, smashed it to the ground, stepped on it with his heel a few times, and then ground it hard, making the tooth-sick sound of glass shattering.

When the dial turned into a pile of slag, he tugged on his collar as if to relieve his anger.

"Bitch, let me see what tricks you can play!"

He squinted at the police, then suddenly raised his gun and fired a shot into the sky.

The huge bang exploded in mid-air, which was extremely shocking, and the police took a step back.

"Don't come here." He strangled Tong Nan's neck, and pressed the hot gun point fiercely against Tong Nan's temple, "If you don't want her to die!"

The pharyngeal tube was stuck, and the taste of lack of oxygen was unusually uncomfortable. Tong Nan's brain was dull, the world in front of him was gray, and there were only noisy sounds in his ears. There was a tsunami in his cochlea, and his mind was extremely chaotic. .

It was not clear who was speaking, nor what the group of people were saying.

It's like the desert left after a tornado passed through.

Judging from the current direction of the story, it has already deviated from the original plot setting.

Yang Zhengming has changed from the arrogant male protagonist in the book to a mouse shouting and beating in the street; her fate is just the opposite, and she has become more enlightened and bright than ever before.

God was generous and gave her the chance to be born again.

There was a burst of soreness in her chest, she thought, if she passed this hurdle, she would tell Song Yinchi the fact that every flap of the butterfly's wings across the ocean was intentional.

——From the beginning, it was Song Yinchi who fell into her net.

When we first met, she was ambiguously teasing and probing, and under her arrogant appearance, she approached purposefully.

After getting along, slowly let go of the grudges, pretending to be arrogant, but at the same time show enthusiasm and simplicity, and gently reveal the softness in the corner of the heart.

The ignorance and shyness after confessing her heart made her believe that all ages can be expected.

There is no official word "I love you" between them, but the tacit communication between a look and a movement is all love.

So, how can she be willing?

How could one be willing to end up with the ending that was finally changed;

How can you be willing to continue to write the fate of being destroyed again?

How could he be willing to leave the happiness that he had already grasped tightly in his hands away from her?

The gun hit harder.

Tong Nan heard a voice not like his own shouting: "He used a Browning M1910 pistol!"

"What do you mean?!"

Seeing the police step forward one after another, Yang Zhengming growled.

Tong Nan turned his face away, and even though he was at a disadvantage, his smile was still flamboyant, hurting Yang Zhengming's eyes.

She held the still hot tip of the gun with her right hand, her eyes were cold and determined.

Yang Zhengming unconsciously matched her with the girl who stabbed through the back of other people's hands without blinking.

His heart trembled, and he had the illusion that he couldn't hold the gun in his hand—his only life-saving card. The finger that pulled the trigger trembled slightly, as if the bullet was about to hit the temple of the person in front of him in the next second.

He was quite unhappy in his heart, obviously he was the leader on the field, but he was bluffed by Tong Nan's few words.

Her life is in his hands, how dare she say that?

"Do you dare to take a gamble?" Tong Nan's eyebrows were wanton, and he even took the initiative to help Yang Zhengming hold the gun.

“你用的是国内生产7.62×17毫米64式手.枪弹，而M1910手.枪本应装填欧洲常见的7.65×17毫米手.枪弹。你刚才第一次开枪，很紧张，姿势也不标准。”

"So?" Yang Zhengming mocked.

"I bet your gun has jammed." Tong Nan was sure, the red and blue alarm lights intersecting in her eyes.

Yang Zhengming's eyes flickered slightly, and at that moment, Tong Nan broke free from his shackles with extremely fast reaction speed.

But because he maintained a posture for a long time, he froze when he was short and avoided the bullet.

"boom--"

A bullet grazed his cheek.

The air flow carried almost hurt Tong Nan's eyes.

"Tong Nan!"

Song Yinchi's body couldn't help trembling slightly, she shouted hoarsely, her hands hanging down on both sides were tightly clenched into two fists, her eyes were scarlet.

The wet, salty wind from the coast rattled the hem of her clothes.

Tong Nan turned his face to look at her, with a smile on his lips, and saw Song Yinchi's face blurred in the dark night lit by blue and red light from a distance.

She felt that it was a pity, did this life end like this?

Perhaps the ending in the book is not rewritten at all, but presented in a different way.

And how pitiful she was, she thought she had grasped hope, but it was just a joke made by God with her.

Since she was a child, she has never been favored by God.

"boom--"

A bullet hit the calf.

Piercing pain.Tong Nan collapsed to the ground, and she dragged her calf with all her strength to move, blood gurgling out from inside.

The calmness he had just now seemed to melt instantly in the icy cold that came up, and fear swallowed up all his senses.

The instinct for survival drives her to run away from the maniac who shot her.

There is no third shot.

Yang Zhengming pulled the trigger angrily, only to find that the gun had jammed.

But wait for him to react.

"boom--"

"boom--"

"boom--"

Several gunshots rang out in succession.

Tong Nan closed his eyes, is death coming?

In the next second, she fell into a soft and warm embrace.Song Yinchi hugged her like caring for a treasure, for fear of breaking her.

Tong Nan looked back, but his sight was covered by Song Yinchi's hand, "Don't look."

A low voice rang beside his ears.

The squatting sniper fired the first shot.

Afterwards, several consecutive shots hit Yang Zhengming's body accurately, and he fell down like a wall that was overturned with a bang, his pupils dilated, his limbs twitched nervously, and bright red blood spit out from his mouth.

Very dirty picture.

Tong Nan grabbed Song Yinchi's trembling fingers covering her eyes, slowly squeezed into the gap, and interlocked with her fingers.

"Look, I'm fine."

She opened a smile, but it looked like a flower that was about to wither, and Song Yinchi's heart tightened suddenly.

With her other hand, she touched the wound on Tong Nan's calf.The skin was cold enough to be unconscious due to blood loss, but her fingers were like ice in a deep pool, which made Tong Nan shiver.

"Why are you all right..." she murmured, her eyes turning red.

There was a big puddle of blood on the ground, piercing into Song Yinchi's eyes, and the whole world was like red.

There were police officers who came forward to investigate the situation.

She grabbed hold of it and asked, "Why hasn't the ambulance come yet?"

Tong Nan felt cold all over due to excessive blood loss, and gradually lost consciousness.

Her eyes were illuminated by a beam of strong light, but she could only freeze there, struggling to move even an inch.

There was a voice calling in her ear, and she knew that someone was holding her hand and pressing it against her smooth and warm face.

But she couldn't say a word of comfort.

She could only feel the person's fragile emotions, and the hot tears falling on the back of her hand.

Tong Nan had a dream.

In the mid-term exam of the second year of high school, she fell behind by thirty, and stood alone on the roof of the school to blow the wind.

Holding a stack of burnt paintings in his hand, the girl's face in the painting is very delicate and beautiful, but her expression is very cold, exactly the same as Song Yinchi.

There was a sound from the chain of the rooftop door, and she looked back to see Song Yinchi standing at the door wearing a clean white shirt and a red pleated skirt.

Song Yinchi had a very light and light smile on his fair face, as if it was going to dissipate when blown by the wind.

In autumn, she wore a pale blue sweater cardigan over her thin shirt.

Song Yinchi took out an mp3 from her pocket, and she stood next to Tong Nan, an arm's length away.

"Listen to music?"

"Ah."

Tong Nan responded, and took the earphone handed over by Song Yinchi. She turned her face away, squinted her eyes slightly, and hid her inner emotions well.

She didn't ask how Song Yinchi found him, nor did she coldly reject Song Yinchi's offer as before.

It has been more than a month since she proposed to Song Yinchi to "break up the relationship".

In one class, many people asked Tong Nan:

"You two are so sticky, stuck together like brown sugar all day long, why did you suddenly stop talking? You won't break up, right?"

"Break up?" Tong Nan didn't understand.

The new tablemate smiled embarrassedly: "I thought you were in that kind of relationship."

"We're just friends," Tong Nan lowered his head, grabbing the ball of thread from the sweater, "but now we can't even be friends."

"..."

Tong Nan squeezed the stack of papers in his hand, and a voice came from the earphone——

"The unrecoverable overwhelmed water will slowly sway the feelings away. If you are too tired to say goodbye in time, there is no sin"

"Song Yinchi, change to another song."

"Huh?" Song Yinchi didn't seem to hear clearly, and stood closer to Tong Nan, "What did you say?"

"Change to a cheerful one. This song is not suitable."

"There's something inappropriate."

Song Yinchi's voice was very soft, mixed with the strong wind blowing in front of the roof, which made Tong Nan feel unpredictable, and she frowned.

"Anyway, it makes me feel even worse!" She said as she was about to pull off the earphones.

Song Yinchi held her down and asked casually, "What are you holding in your hand?"

She lowered her eyes and pressed the mp3.

Cut into a cheerful English song.

"It's nothing."

Tong Nan retracted his hands and pursed his lips tightly, for fear that Song Yinchi would see something.

Song Yinchi turned sideways, faced Tong Nan, and said a few words softly.

The sound was overwhelmed by the strong wind and the rock music that suddenly sounded in the earphones. Tong Nan stared blankly at her lips. The sketches in his hand were scattered from the roof, and the white space looked like a flock of pigeons blown away by the strong wind to go home.

Tong Nan subconsciously leaned over to fish.

The railing creaked and loosened.She stepped on the air, and the sense of weightlessness suddenly hit her. She seemed to be stepping on those pieces of paper floating in the sky. She looked up blankly, and Song Yinchi's face was blurred into a small dot.

She stretched out her hand and grasped a piece of nothingness.

The bottom of my heart is empty, as if an important corner has been gouged out, and the cold wind hisses through.

The calls in my ears became louder and louder.

Tong Nan suddenly opened his eyes, and there was a vast expanse of whiteness, just like in his dream.

The difference is that her eyes turned slightly, and Song Yinchi is now by her hand, within touching distance.

"Tong Nan..."

I almost thought that my whole world would never come back.

The pier was far away from the hospital, and when the ambulance arrived, Tong Nan's breathing was already very light.

Fortunately…

Song Yinchi breathed a sigh of relief. She was wearing a loose hospital gown, and her face was even whiter than the sheets. She said, "Fortunately, we have the same blood type."

Tong Nan's eyes traced her overly pale face, and her heart felt dull and painful. She recalled Song Yinchi's two mouth shapes in her dream, and she learned to speak seriously.

"I will never leave you."

Song Yinchi stared at her in a daze. After realizing it, the eyebrows and eyes became wider and wider, and she smiled like a child. She grabbed Tong Nan's hand that was not infused, "Do you want to eat some fruit?"

"do not fool me."

Tong Nan interrupted her, and there was a voice in his heart that said softly: You said that you will never leave me, and you have gone abroad.

And there was no formal and timely goodbye.

"I will not lie to you."

The perfectly peeled apple peel snapped off, Song Yinchi looked carefully at Tong Nan, "I won't lie to you in the future."

Tong Nan turned her back, staring at the setting sun outside the window leaping over the corner of the tall building opposite, the warm orange light flooding into the ward, she raised her hand to hold it.

Cold tears flowed onto the pillow.

The second sentence is, I love you too.

The author has something to say: The lyrics come from "The Love of Glass"