In the hot high temperature, even the air became distorted. The beating fire hit Mao Ke's pasta, adding a strange and colorful color to her face.

How about young and clean?

So what about singing talent?

Even if Zeng Cheng was her biological father, in the end, he would still die in the same place with her.

In this world, everyone’s birth is unequal, and living is unequal. Only when they die can they be treated equally.

If you die, you will lose nothing.

Nothing is gone.

The fire leaped into shadows, illuminating the woman's face with mottledness, just like a mirror, revealing a bit of ethereal and trance-like meaning.

The barrel of gasoline was several liters, and it was splashed on the ground. It burned harder and louder in a while. The fire was hot with high temperatures. Yan Ge instinctively retreated, but the pungent and choking smoke followed closely. She raised her hand to cover her mouth and nose - the space was closed and it was not very useful.

The burning oil consumes oxygen, and incomplete combustion in the limited space emits carbon monoxide and water. It is colorless and odorless.

However, it is toxic.

Very bright and very hot.

The scorching high temperature is like a gossip and soft thread, and the threads are woven into a large net of heaven, coming from all directions, covering people from loose to tight.

And consciousness is something in the net, gradually becoming a blur in the free line.

Slowly, slowly,

Covered by the net.

With his limbs weak and weak, Yan Ge slowly sat down with his hands holding the cold and smooth wall bricks.

When it is hypoxia, the mind is also pulled and split into broken bytes.

Excellent soundproof wall.

Forgot your cell phone on the desk.

Burning oil.

Also, will she be here-

"Bang!"

A loud noise came with the air flow, and it was the wind from the outside world.

Following the sound, Yan Ge raised his eyes hard.

She was born with night blindness and had poor vision in the dark. Moreover, the smoke was dispersed at this time, and the light was as dark as dust. Even if she opened her eyes, the scenery was reflected in her pupils, like water droplets splashing on paper, and the previous handwriting quickly spread out-

Talk about nothing.

But at this moment, she clearly saw someone coming towards her in the ashes.

Step by step.

In her life, she has seen such a scene twice.

The first time was Yanglin, Jiangxi three years ago. After the 7.8-magnitude earthquake, the dilapidated house of the teaching building would collapse but not collapse. The teacher and classmates fled out in panic, but she couldn't see it, so she couldn't move. Only in the dark, could she hear the sound of people's steps and come towards her. She raised her eyes, and the description of the man was gradually depicted in her sight: clothes, outlines, figures... to her face.

She saw his eyes quiet, like a deep well hidden.

I also saw him approaching her, stretching out one hand to her, and the corners of his lips were half raised.

——Scareless?

The second time was more than a month ago, in a heavy rain in the evening of summer.

A rain curtain isolate, and she is on the eaves of the corridor. In front of her is a world of rainstorms, with raindrops and beans connected together like bead curtains, connecting the sky and the earth directly. The bricks and stones of the green lotus pattern under her feet were splashed with wet marks, and the depth of the semicircle was reflected, like lotus blooming.

The bright light suddenly pierced into the eyes like a straight arrow.

It was the Cayenne who stopped, and the dark black umbrella of the gray-blue shirt suddenly jumped into her eyes.

He walked out of the deep rain curtain and walked towards her and the beacon.

The first meeting for him was also her one-sided goodbye.

It is in the vast sea of ​​people, in the vast world,

Meeting again.

This is what Yan Ge remembers very clearly, the first and second time.

Then, the third time-
Chapter completed!