Tomb Raiders Notes - Zhangjia Mausoleum Keeper

The housekeeper next to me was startled by my sudden action, and was taken aback for a moment, and immediately wanted to come forward to help me, but I pushed him away with all my strength.

His face was ugly because of panic, and he stammered, "Miss Zhang, you have to go to the hospital as soon as possible!"

I leaned my head weakly on the piano table, waved my hand at him and said, "No...it must be. The hospital...can't save...me."

There was nothing he could do about my stubbornness, so he could only immediately take out his mobile phone and call Wu Xie.

At this moment, I felt dizzy, blood began to come out of my nose, and fell on my knees. This time, I seemed to feel that death was approaching, and there was a deep sadness in my heart. I am not afraid of death!It's just that I'm afraid I won't see Poker Bottle again.

Recalling those days when I rescued him from the river and watched the sunrise and the stars together in Hangzhou, these images are deeply engraved in my mind, and every time I am most desperate, I rely on these memories to survive down.

There was a harsh sound of sudden braking outside, I raised my head with difficulty, and saw that the butler led Wu Xie in, there seemed to be another person behind him, but unfortunately I was too dizzy to see clearly, my figure was thin, it must not be Fat Brother.

My heart suddenly jumped wildly, and my brain was buzzing, spinning faster and faster. I touched my nose, resisted the dizziness, and slowly stood up. I took a closer look, yes, that person was me. O you who wait day and night!

He became even thinner, bangs almost covered his haggard forehead, but his eyes shone with the gentleness I was familiar with, he walked over so hurriedly, it made my heart beat so fast that I almost suffocated, and finally "Boom" With a sound, the string that was struggling to stay awake suddenly snapped, and then his eyes went black.

My body collapsed as if all my strength had been drained, but I didn't fall to the ground, but crashed into a big embrace. There was a familiar cool smell here. I heard his rapid heartbeat, and finally I was finally sure, and said silently in my heart: "Da Bo, thank you for coming back, see you Da Bo!"

The author has something to say:

In fact, the ending was very tangled at the time. It was the craziest time when the ricers were making trouble. I got involved in the official match for no reason. I was afraid of being scolded so I could only write an open ending. If you like Zhang Zilin, you can imagine her I can survive, if I don’t like it, I can imagine her dead. If I don’t want her to die and want to read the story of her and the patriarch again, I can only say that in the future, maybe one day inspiration will come, and I will continue to write it. Not yet This plan is now to finish a youth inspirational novel in my hand, pour some chicken soup on my own, which can be regarded as practice pen, and then write two old sayings. I am tentatively looking at what style I am good at and which one is the best. Shuang will develop in any direction, and everyone can also give some valuable suggestions, no matter good or bad, the last sentence is the same, thank you for your company!Through words, the world is far away, may my story always be with you!