He was silent for a long time before he said weakly, "Do you remember it?"

Jiang Lan looked away and looked elsewhere.

She answered his question with action.

Lu Jingchi was half -drooping, and he looked elsewhere.

The two were quiet, somehow, even the birds above their heads were not screamed.

When he was unconscious, he was quiet, as if even the air was quiet.

I do n’t know how long it ’s a long time, Lu Qichi looked at her again,“ How much do you think of? ”

Jiang Lan pursed his lips and said silently.

Lu Jingchi slowly stretched out his hand and wanted to pull her hand. When he hadn't encountered it, Jiang Lan was cold and recovered.

"You, all, you lie to me."

Lu Jingchi looked slightly and looked at her suddenly.

Jiang Lan lowered her eyes, and her eyes renewed. She looked down at her hand, and her tears dropped on the back of her hand.

Lu Jingchi moved his lips, but he didn't say anything.

A cool wind blows, raised the broken hair in Jianglan's ear.

She suddenly stood up and walked staggers.

Lu Jingchi looked at her back and thought of chasing over, but just moved, a dizziness struck, and he sat back weakly.

He covered his chest, staring at the figure, and a painful color flashed on his face.

Jiang Lan picked up the root branches, pestled the branches, and walked away.

The light over there was very bright. In the middle of the middle, Lu Jingchi saw that she was drifting away in the light.

It's like, as the light disappears.

Lu Qi closed his eyes and leaned on the trunk, and a bitter arc was exposed in the corner of his mouth.

After a while, he touched it in his arms, and found a pack of cigarettes and lighters.

He leaned on the tree and gave himself a cigarette.

Looking at the light infiltrated on the head, the light smoke rose, and it was entangled with the light. The smoke seemed to dance in the light.

Suddenly, the sound of fine footsteps came, and Lu Qichi looked at it.

Jiang Lan is back.

He was holding a cigarette's fingertips slightly.

Jiang Lan came to him and sat down, spread out his corner, and inside was a handful of white white.

Lu Jingchi looked at Jiang Lan in a mistake.

She took it out and handed it to Lu Jingchi.

Lu Jingchi slowly stretched out his hand, took the white white in her hand, and looked up at her again.

This thing, when they were in the desert island, they had eaten.

Lu Jingchi smiled bitterly: "It seems, you really remember it."

Jiang Lan knelt in front of him, staring at him straight, habitually raising his hand, compared with the sign language.

Jiang Lan: I remembered it, not just that.

Lu Jingchi flickered, "What else?"

Jiang Lan: I remembered that when I was five years old, my grandfather had a birthday, and many people rushed in at home.

Lu Jingchi squeezed his fingers tightly.

Jiang Lan continued to compare: they were holding a gun in their hands, and shot when they saw someone. My mother hugged me and hid around, but was penetrated by a shot.

Jiang Lan remembered those past, tears shed down.

Her fingers were stiff, and some could not be scratched. The heart seemed to be held by an invisible hand, making her breathless.

She choked and spit hard, "She puts, I, hides in her arms, let me, escape, and disaster."

She didn't speak smoothly, and even paused, because it was too painful, her voice also brought a broken sound.

Every time I say a word, there is a point of broken face.

"Someone, push my mother, I saw him."
Chapter completed!