It turned out that not everyone could be a hero.
Fortunately, the iron pillar did not pierce his body.
The corners of Zhao Siqing's eyes were a little moist. She looked at him and softly called his name, "Huo Jingchen... "
"I'm here, I'm here. " Huo Jingchen had an inexplicable sense of panic and uneasiness. He remembered the last moment when she and he turned around, as if he had realized something.
The hand that landed on her back was sticky.
He knew very well what it was. He slowly raised his hand to look.
Her long and slender hand was red and full of her blood... ...
There was an iron pestle on Zhao Siqing's back. Apparently, she had bumped into it when the bomb exploded and sent her flying.
Huo Jingchen hugged her and his mind went blank. For a moment, he seemed to be unable to hear anything.
Zhao Siqing gently opened her mouth and said with some difficulty, "If... if, I... I die... "
Hearing this, Huo Jingchen was a little absent-minded. His large hand tightly clutched her shoulder and shook his head. "You won't die, I won't let you die. "
Zhao Siqing pursed her lips, and a tear rolled down from the corner of her eye.
Perhaps this was the fickleness of the world... ...
Life and death were unpredictable, and good and bad depended on each other.
She was just a little sad, sad because she had implicated so many people.
"Qingqing... I'll take you to the hospital, I'll take you to the doctor. " Huo Jingchen's eyes were red as he moved the gravel beside her away. He turned to the crowd and shouted angrily, "Hammer! "
Soon, someone came up to him and handed him a hammer. Huo Jingchen began to dig the wall that Zhao Siqing reached out to.
As he dug, he muttered to himself, "I can't pull it out... I can't pull it out at this time... "
The broken stones on the wall splashed onto the ground, and many of them landed on Zhao Siqing's body.
Huo Jingchen's eyes were red. It took him a long time to break open the wall, but the iron pestle that had sunk into the wall still couldn't be removed.
Zhao Siqing's lips curled up slightly. She turned to look at the unconscious Gu Shiyu, and then at Jiang Jingming, who was digging up stones to pull Mr. Gu out of the stone. The corners of her eyes were slightly red.
Sometimes, she would hate herself for being useless, which was why she would always be a burden to others.
She had always thought that sometimes, it was better to be alone.
In this way, whether it was in the face of separation or death, it might not be so painful.
If you did not love someone, you would not suffer because someone did not love you. If someone did not love you, they would not be sad because of your departure.
However, if that was the case, it seemed that people had lost a lot of joy and moved after coming to this world.
Without those happiness and joy, what was the point of living for thousands of generations?
Huo Jingchen smashed the hammer for a long time, threw it away, and knelt beside Zhao Siqing. "Qingqing... Qingqing, you'll be fine. "
His hands kept shaking, as if he wanted to hug her, but he was also afraid that he would hurt her.
Zhao Siqing looked back at the dazed Huo Jingchen in front of her, and she couldn't help but think of the scenes she had spent the past year with him.
There were quarrels, emotions, happiness, and happiness.
She thought of how he pretended to be cold and distant when they first met, how he deliberately made things difficult for her and alienated her. She thought of how he was still so righteous even after he broke up her and Lu Qian, and how he tied her up in order to apply medicine for her She thought of how he shamelessly clung to her floor and refused to leave... ...
The corners of Zhao Siqing's eyes were a little moist.
She thought of how he would be jealous for a long time because of the couple's cup that she and na Lan used.