Life With You

"Where is the ingot?"

Song Xi could not feel she was talking, only heard familiar and unfamiliar tremors. She was scared. She thought she could bear any kind of result, but only now did she understand that she was not as strong as she imagined. They are all alive.

She lay down in the car and looked up at George Sheng outside the car. Xu is pitiful. Maybe George Sheng saw the panic and helpless in her eyes. He opened his thin lips and replied: "He's behind. I was shot. I hurt my leg and couldn't move him on my back. You get down, drive the car behind, and pick him up."

Song Xi was stunned for three seconds before reacting. George Sheng meant that Yuan Bao was not dead?

His legs were soft and weak, Song Xi almost fell from the car, especially the first foot on the ground, almost kneeling down.

George Sheng shot himself in the leg, but still clasped Song Xi's arm with one hand and fished her up. Song Xi secretly bit the soft flesh in her mouth. The tingling and **** smell made her sober. This is not the time for weakness.

Standing firmly again, Song Xi took the opportunity to wrap George Sheng's arm to his shoulder, and leaned on his waist and walked back. The two cars were separated by more than ten meters. Every time George Sheng took a step, a shallow light appeared on the ground. Song Xi couldn't cry because of **** footprints, because Yu Guang caught a glimpse of the corpses on the ground. There were enemies and people of his own.

She is a doctor. When she was in school, she was used to seeing corpses for autopsy. After work, she would often watch the process of life from alive to death. But this was the first time that she had witnessed the gun battle, the tragic, and the lover. I went desperately with my friends, but I was helpless.

After a short walk, the two of them walked for a long time. Song Xi helped George Sheng to the front of the co-pilot. He injured his left leg. God knows how painful it is to bend his knees and bend over. Even Song Xi can see it. He felt a pain in his heart, but he didn't say a word, except for his uncontrollable instincts such as his movements a little slower than usual and his face pale, he used his own self-control to suppress weakness to the extreme.

Song Xi closed the car door for him, ran to the driver's seat, and started the car skillfully. George Sheng showed her the way. She drove the car down the forest on the right side, but it took ten or twenty seconds to reach the position where he could not move forward, Song Xi asked : "Where is the ingot?"

George Sheng said: "You wait for me in the car."

After all, he opened the car door, quickly stepped down with his right leg, then stooped to stand up, and when his left leg fell to the ground, his eyebrows were slightly invisible.

He gritted his teeth and walked two steps forward, only to hear the sound of opening and closing the car door behind him, and then turned his head. Song Xi had already ran over. She didn't look at him at all, and went under his arm, reducing his left leg as much as possible. He said: "Let's go."

George Sheng wanted to say something, but in the end he said nothing.

When they entered the woods, the two of them walked tens of meters forward. There was no light at all. They were all illuminated by the mobile phone in Song Xi's hand. When they first saw the corpse, Song Xi stopped in fright, but did not shout. , Until the second time, she won't stop.

She wants to thank her for her profession from the bottom of her heart. If it is a normal person, even a man will be frightened and weakened when she sees this scene.

In the night city at the end of June, the night was very sultry. Song Xi supported George Sheng as she walked forward. She didn't know when she was sweating, but she couldn't use her hand to wipe it. The sweat dripped on her eyelashes, and she blinked. , Let it fall by itself.

Just like this, walking deep and shallow in the woods, finally a weak but familiar voice came not far in front: "Brother Sheng..."

Song Xi got goose bumps all over his body, and replied from the bottom of his heart: Ingot!

George Sheng also spoke: "It's me."

Song Xi shot forward with a flashlight tube, and the faint light illuminates the man under the tree. He sits leaning against him, bending his right leg, with his right hand resting on his knee, the black barrel of the gun hangs weakly on the original white shirt. At this time, he was tightly tied by a piece of black clothing, but the hem and shoulders were covered with blood wherever it was exposed. He was also shot in the leg. He was tied by another piece of black clothing and fell not far away. The next two enemies were stripped of their shirts.

When he got closer, George Sheng let go of Song Xi and bent down to lift the paper-colored ingot. Song Xi said, "Go to the left."

George Sheng was injured in her left leg. If she stood on the right and held the ingot, the weight would inevitably rest on her left leg. At this moment, her sanity and professionalism were all back.

The two held up Yuan Bao from left to right. Song Xi felt that George Sheng's face was pale before. He hadn't seen Yuan Bao. He seemed to have been drained of blood. His complexion was white to transparent, like a vampire.

Yuan Bao also injured his left leg. When he got up, he gritted his teeth and exhausted his last bit of strength, thinking about reducing the burden of George Sheng and Song Xi. Song Xi felt his thoughts and said, "It's okay..."

The voice fell, and the black clothes on Yuan Bao fell to the ground. She inadvertently looked sideways, and tears burst into her eyes almost instantaneously. Song Xi will never forget this picture. A normal person can imagine that a white shirt can pass from her chest. Is it all dyed red down?

He was wearing black clothes before. Song Xi thought it was only part of the shot, but it was only then that she realized that she was shot too many shots all over her body. There was no other way but to block it all with one piece of clothing.

If a gunshot wound avoids the vital part, it will not be killed in one shot. Most people who died from gunshot wounds died of excessive bleeding. When Song Xi saw this, he just froze for less than three seconds and immediately told George Shengfu To stabilize the yuanbao, she bent down and picked up the black clothes on the ground, and re-tied it on the body.

When her hand touched the black dress, it was wet, hot and full of blood, and even when she tightened it tightly behind his back, it could almost bleed.

The two walked out holding the ingot, a woman, two wounds, and the ingot's breath became heavier in the middle, as if every breath was exhausted.

Even people like George Sheng talked to Yuan Bao with gritted teeth and said, "You hold on to me. When my dad used to find someone to tell me fortune-telling, he also counted it for you, saying that you will have a big storm in your life. , All are unpredictable, even if you can live to ninety years old, you still have more than sixty years to live."

Yuan Bao felt a bit numb in his head, like running tens of thousands of meters in a row, lack of oxygen and suffocation, less air intake and more exhalation, but he still tried to curl his lips, a smile appeared on his pale face, and he whispered intermittently. : "Ninety...too long, why do you live so long? It's boring..."

George Sheng said: "If you say it's boring, it's boring? If I want to live that long, you have to live that long!"

Song Xi's tears kept falling down listening to the two of them. Afterwards, Yuan Bao stopped talking. When Song Xi opened the rear door and pushed him in with George Sheng, she said: "Yuan Bao, you Will not die, with me, as long as you still breathe, I will let you live to ninety-nine..."