Lushan Road, steep bend.

Broken car parts were all over the ground, and the sound of bangs and bumps came from the purple sports car that flipped over the guardrail. As the gasoline leaked from the road surface ignited, the body of the car shaking rapidly.

A truck was parked a few meters away from the sports car, with thick smoke rolling, covering the front of the car that was only half left.

Tang He, who was lying on the airbag in a drowsy state, coughed and stood up, leaning back, shaking his head hard.

He fumbled and untied his seat belt and kicked open the deformed car door. He jumped out of the truck, his feet were soft, and he almost staggered to the ground.

The cold wind blew, and he finally woke up a little. He turned around and looked. Someone had cut a big hole on the back of the truck, and some things were thrown everywhere. In order not to arouse suspicion, and in order for the truck to arrive here reasonably, he really packed up all the things in the room.

He stepped on something under his feet, lowered his head, flashed in the flames, and saw sharp edges and corners. He bent down and picked it up, and staggered towards the purple sports car.

The sports car swayed even more violently. Tang He walked up to him, bent down, looked at the man with blood on his face through the broken window, and turned his head again to see the blazing fire approaching the sports car.

The painful and twisted face in the car was frightened and wanted to roar, but blood was pouring out of her mouth.

Tang He smiled, knocked off the glass by the car window with his stuff in his hand, and reached out to pull the man out of the car by pulling the collar.

Yes, there is no reason to let this person go so easily.

After dragging the person away from the sports car, Tang He was panting, his throat became hot, and he vomited blood.

He stroked the chest that was so painful like a torn chest. When he saw the flashing eyes of the man who was pretending to be dead on the ground, he couldn't help laughing again, coughed and squatted down, pulled up the man's hair, and used the light of light to let him see his face clearly.

Seeing that the man was still a little confused, Tang He reached out to find the phone from his pocket. The screen was broken, and fortunately he could turn on the phone.

Open the album and click out the photo. On it was a woman in red dress standing sideways in front of the sea of ​​flowers. He suppressed his emotions and pressed the screen of his mobile phone in front of the man.

"..." Endless fear climbed back onto the bloody face. Because of the squeeze injury, a large mouthful of blood was pouring out of every struggle, and the throat could only let out a horror.

The soothing ringtone that was inconsistent with the atmosphere suddenly rang, Tang He was stunned, let go of the man's hair and answered the phone.

"Where are you?"

The female voice came anxious, Tang He was silent, "..."

"You're the end..."

The fire ignited the sports car fuel tank and exploded. A dazzling light surged into the air, and the loud noise also covered the shouting opposite the phone.

"No. Someone will come over immediately..."

It must have been noticed, otherwise it wouldn't have been followed by someone. Tang He whispered, "No need. If... hehe, forget it, I'm sorry... well, goodbye!"

Hang up the call and looking at the call that was immediately called in again, he hesitated and threw his phone into the red flames.

In the distance, the roar of the convoy came faintly, and countless headlights were looking away, even further away, mixed with the sound of low sirens.

Seeing a trace of ecstasy flashing in the man's eyes, Tang He shook his head amused. At this time, there was still a luxury.

As fast cars drove through the bend, the snow-colored light came dazzlingly, and he raised the sharpness in his hand high.

...

Bang!

The back of my head hit the cold ground, and after dizziness, pain followed one after another.

Tang He slowly opened his eyes.

The light blue curtains floated, waving the warm sunshine that poured in, the fine particles floating in the air were so dazzling, the scattered paper was rolled up by the wind, and then fell gently...

Everything is like a slow motion shot in a dimly scribble frame in an old movie.

It seems like a long time has passed, and it is like a long century, or it seems that it is just a few seconds, and it passes in a moment.

The eyes were focused, and the buzzing sounds of laughter came into my ears.

A slightly tender round face poked out above. Even if you deliberately combed it in the middle, your face is still very large and your eyes look smaller. The unkind and innocent smile makes your facial features look funny.

“…is it okay?”

After several times, he heard what the big face that could not hide the gloating was shouting. Tang He subconsciously shook his head, grabbed the hand that reached over, and stood up with difficulty.

The noise broke out in his ears, making his vision clear and normal.

The blackboard on the back wall is accompanied by chalk illustrations and is full of excerpted prose. On both sides of the white walls, there are famous sayings with portraits hanging on each, and rows of neat desks.

Right in front of me is a blackboard full of chemical formulas. In front of the podium, a middle-aged man wearing gold-rimmed glasses, holding a glass tea cup, could not hide his smile on his face, "Is there anything wrong?"

"...I..." The scene that appeared in front of him made Tang He at a loss and he touched the back of his head in a daze.

"Jia Le, please accompany Tang He to the infirmary, go and go back quickly, don't delay the class you will be waiting for."

"Zhe." He hurriedly picked up the big round face of the test papers on the ground. After hearing this, he was like a flattering slave who received the imperial edict, which made him laugh.

This is a chemistry class, but I met Teacher Liu, who is easy-going. If it is Lao Zhang, the Chinese class teacher, you can see how Jia Le is going to kill him!

Wait a moment.

Didn’t Teacher Liu, who teaches chemistry in junior high school, retire early due to illness?

When he went home a few years ago, he visited with his classmates who happened to be back. And...

Looking at Jia Le who was trying to help him walk out, looking at this thin person, when passing by the podium, Teacher Liu smiled and raised his hand to hold the glasses frame. He turned his head, and there were rows of familiar and unfamiliar young faces below, full of teasing but kind smiles.

When I left the classroom door, the gentle warm wind blew towards me.

Tang He looked down from the second floor walkway. Not far ahead was an empty playground with sparse weeds. A concrete road penetrated through it. At the end were rows of red walls, bricks and tiles.

Almost pulled him to the school infirmary by Jia Le, and almost reached the stairs in the middle. When he passed through the front door of a classroom, he suddenly heard a sound coming from inside.

"I'll introduce you to you. This is a new student who has transferred to school. I will take the junior high school entrance examination with you next month..."

Tang He suddenly stopped and saw a teacher in front of the high-rise podium in the classroom giving an introduction to the students below. Next to the podium, there was a weak figure wearing a blue and purple sportswear.

As if he had noticed it, the figure turned around.

The high ponytail fell straight down the back shoulders, the face was as thin as fat, there was a faint black mole on the tip of the nose, the pursed lips were thin and rosy, and the pair of cut pupils under the slender eyebrows were as clear as water, making the little face look more and more beautiful.

It's her!
Chapter completed!