"...At about 10 o'clock in the morning on June 1st, a serious accident occurred at the airport in

The line was traveling along the route and suddenly accelerated on the way, crashing into a shuttle bus transporting passengers of flight

Below are a few photos of the fire scene taken with a mobile phone. You can feel the chaos at the scene through the pixels of the mobile phone.

Assistant Zhao: "Our boss is in this class, I booked the tickets, Mr. Song..."

"Fuck you, it's okay," Song Lianyuan took a breath and pretended to be calm and said to his assistant, "The shuttle bus has to run several times. It doesn't necessarily have to be which one. I'll call him and ask him."

Assistant Zhao's face didn't look any better: "I've called...turn off the phone."

Song Lianyuan waved at him rudely. He didn't believe him, so he had to sit down and call again in person. His phone was still turned off.

For a person like Xu Xilin who makes 160 calls a day, he will not turn off his cell phone in advance until the stewardess comes to remind him. If the flight is delayed due to an accident at the airport, he will notify everyone immediately.

Assistant Zhao looked at his face uneasily: "Mr. Song, what should I do?"

Song Lianyuan stayed on the spot for a few seconds, and then he seemed to not even believe himself anymore. He dialed the phone again unconsciously, listening in vain to the cold electronic sound inside, which made him feel a little numb.

To be honest, if this matter happened to someone else, Song Lianyuan's first reaction would be "How is it possible? How could it be so unlucky?" But when it happened to Xu Xilin, Song Lianyuan's first reaction would be "It can't be true."

Xu Xilin was sick when he was a child, and lost his parents before he could grow up. There is a saying in Song Lianyuan's hometown that people with too many ups and downs have evil spirits in their lives and are prone to attract bad things. He always wanted Xu Xilin to visit him when he was free.

What kind of god is this? I'm looking for a blessing, but that little brat always ignores his words.

Song Lianyuan: "Go to the airport."

It took more than an hour to drive from the base to the airport. Assistant Zhao was speeding and breaking the rules all the way. Song Lianyuan didn't bother to talk to him because he was too lost in his thoughts.

He couldn't stop thinking wildly - if he found out it was a false alarm in the past, he would have thrown Xu Xilin's phone. He would not leave his hand for a second when playing WeChat. If something happened, he would not be able to find anyone. What the hell!

Just in case...

Song Lianyuan did not dare to think deeply and almost burst into tears.

He has been going to Xu's house with his mother every year since he was twelve years old to pay New Year's greetings. He watched Xu Xilin hugging his thigh-high little boy with a runny nose everywhere until he grew up to this big. After he could talk, he followed him around, "The older brother is older and the younger brother is younger." He had a sweet mouth.

no.

In those few years, the two of them traveled all over the country together and were almost dependent on each other. He couldn't accept it emotionally.

When Song Lianyuan was a child, his mother was beaten by his scumbag father. Mother and son were in panic all day long. Lawyer Xu, who often visited their bun shop, ran for them and helped them find a classmate who specialized in divorce cases.

It was to help them advance money. Song Lianyuan had sworn at that time that in the future, when Xu Jin was old, he would provide for him. If Xu Jin was gone, he would be here to see him die. Her son was his biological brother. If the brother had the ability, he would never join him.

It's disgusting, if a brother is incompetent, he will take care of him for the rest of his life... If something happens to him under his eyes, how will he explain it in the future?

And aside from morality and emotions, Xu Xilin is also half of him.

For the "village", Song Lianyuan is the founder and Xu Xilin is the soul. No one can lose this family business without him.

When Song Lianyuan arrived, he found that the scene was still in chaos, and it was more tragic than he imagined. The local news had already appeared, and the number of casualties was rising. Because it was not certain that the driver who caused the accident had hit something, the possibility of a terrorist attack could not be ruled out, so he was alert.

The line was stretched so high that the security check instantly went up several levels.

When Song Lianyuan's mind got hot, he wanted to rush in directly, but the police and ground staff cautiously blocked him back. He showed his identity a little incoherently, and gave everyone his ID card, driver's license, mobile phone, and credit cards in a mess.

The receptionist returned the phone and credit card to him dumbfounded, turned around and gestured to his colleague, and said to him in a nice way: "Sir, don't worry, sit down for a while, and we will verify the situation immediately."

The word "verification" touched Song Lianyuan's sensitive nerves. He looked up and saw the staff inside flipping through a book. He immediately realized that they might be checking the confirmed death list. Song Lianyuan's legs felt weak.

All expectations were hanging on a thread, hanging precariously on the staff member. I saw him quickly reading a piece of paper and shaking his head in this direction.

Song Lianyuan almost went crazy on the spot.

What does shaking your head mean?

"No more" or "Not on the list"?

The receptionist saw something wrong with his expression and hurriedly said: "No, it's not on the list of deceased persons who have been identified. Sir, please calm down and we'll check it for you right away."

Later, Assistant Zhao said that the police and airport staff were actually quite efficient, but for Song Lianyuan, every second was like a frying pan of oil and repeated suffering. Twenty minutes later, the two of them found out where the hospital was.

I refused the taxi sent to the airport and rushed there in a hurry.

Assistant Zhao felt that the big boss's eyes were straight, so he quickly said: "Mr. Song, don't worry, you must be fine."

Song Lianyuan didn't listen. If something happened, the first thing he would do after sending someone to the hospital would be to notify his family. Xu Xilin had no family members. He could barely be regarded as an emergency contact. Even if his phone was broken and couldn't be found, as long as the person returned,

If you are conscious, you won't let them run around without any information.

The more Song Lianyuan thought about it, the more he shivered. He was almost scared to death. He couldn't help but call Gao Lan.

The moment he heard her voice, the fear in his heart seemed to burst. Before he could say anything, his nose was already sore.

"What's wrong, Lao Hei?" Gao Lan asked, "Don't worry, listen to me, take a deep breath and speak slowly, the sky will not fall."

Song Lianyuan covered his face with one hand and leaned heavily on the back seat.

Men like them always feel that they are indomitable and omnipotent. They are embarrassed to cry casually and embarrassed to show weakness casually. They pride themselves on being like a mountain. Therefore, once there is pain or a bump, it is a "landslide", which makes it even more unbearable.

There must always be that person... Even if he is not around, even if he knows that " are determined by fate, wealth and honor are in heaven", it will not help if that mortal knows it, but when he hears her voice, he feels that he is a pile of rubble again.

Vitality.

Song Lianyuan explained to Gao Lan and felt much better. He hung up the phone and sat in silence for a while. He remembered Xu Xilin's words "My wife keeps the inheritance" and suddenly asked Assistant Zhao who was driving: "Do you have any

The contact information of a person named 'Dou Xun'?"

Assistant Zhao really does.

Xu Xilin sent him to deliver things to Dou Xun several times, so Assistant Zhao thought Dou Xun was an important customer and kept his phone number.

Song Lianyuan sighed at the contact information provided by Assistant Zhao, feeling that he must be sick.

Dou Xun had already arrived at the airport and brought a book to kill time, but he couldn't read it, so he looked through the chat records Xu Xilin sent him to play - the chat records during this period were enough for him to kill an hour.

While he was flipping over and giggling unconsciously, Dou Junliang suddenly made a call.

Dou Xun seemed to be eating a delicious dish, when a small flying insect with no eyes bumped into his soup. Although it was not a big deal, he was still a little unhappy when he picked it up.

Dou Junliang's attitude was a bit deliberately to please him, and he went around asking him how he was doing. Dou Xun heard that there was something in his words, so he asked, "Is there something wrong with you?"

Dou Junliang said hesitantly: "It's been half a year since you came back, and you've never been home. Come back and see dad when you have time. That... that one, she's not here."

Dou Xun was puzzled, thinking that he already had a little one, so how could he have experienced the addiction of being a father?

So he said perfunctorily: "Well, okay, I won't be busy in a while."

Dou Junliang was about to speak but stopped: "Dou Xun..."

At this moment, a strange call came in.

Dou Xunzheng was too lazy to deal with Dou Junliang, and regardless of whether it was express delivery or junk advertising, he directly cut off Dou Junliang's last words with the excuse of "I still have something to do": "Hello, hello."

There is no sound on the phone.

Dou Xun: "Hello, who are you looking for?"

Song Lianyuan really couldn't get over the hurdle in his heart, so he handed the phone to Assistant Zhao's ear: "Tell him."

Dou Xun urged him several times and was about to hang up impatiently when a message came from the phone: "Hello, Mr. Dou, I am Xiao Zhao, the one who has sent you things several times."

Dou Xun still put one hand on the cold railing in the airport exit hall. He was surrounded by people waiting to pick up people. Bustling people came and went. The leader of the tour group held cards and small red flags to organize the middle-aged and elderly sunset groups to line up.

, passing him by in a noisy manner... Dou Xun was completely unconscious, as if the air had solidified.

"Hello," Assistant Zhao's voice came from the receiver, "Hello? Mr. Dou, are you still there?"

Dou Xun hung up the phone abruptly.

He felt that he was still very calm at this time, because his first reaction was that Xu Xilin's assistant, who looked very stupid at first glance, had his cell phone hacked. The scammer might have been particularly sophisticated and had eavesdropped on the call records.

It took Dou Xun a few seconds to design a perfect telecom fraud plan for the scammers. He tried to laugh at himself, and then went online to search for news, trying to prove that what the person just said was fake news. Unexpectedly, his palm

His body was filled with cold sweat at some point, and the metal shell slid out lightly. Only then did Dou Xun realize that his hands were shaking.

There was a girl waiting next to him who picked up his phone for him. When he looked up, he was frightened by his expression: "Are you okay?"

Dou Xun reluctantly smiled at her and anxiously re-entered the name of the airport and the major accident.

The girl saw him staring at the phone in shock for a moment, and then his whole body seemed to have been hit hard. He leaned over the railing and bent down. His spasmodic fingers pinched a piece of the metal railing. The little girl was a little bit

He took half a step back in fear. Several people nearby were alarmed by him, and they all gathered around and asked about the situation.

At this time, Dou Xun's cell phone rang again. The ringtone was the cheerful and off-key singing of a gray parrot. He grabbed his unconscious mind and forcibly twisted it into one piece and pulled him back.

Dou Xun picked it up like he was grasping at straws: "Hey..."

"It's me, you may have accidentally hung up the phone just now," Assistant Zhao said, "What about that, can you please send me your ID number? Our boss just said that the air ticket company you travel to and from is responsible..."

Dou Xun interrupted him: "Is the person still alive?"

When he spoke a word, it seemed that the barrier around him was broken, and three souls and seven souls rushed back to their places. The first thought in Dou Xun's heart was - as long as a person is alive, he can accept whatever he becomes.

Assistant Zhao got stuck in the shell.

Next to him, Song Lianyuan was inquiring about Xu Xilin's situation. Someone who was not sure whether he was a policeman or a medical staff came out with a bag of things: "Xu Xilin..."

Song Lianyuan quickly said: "Yes, yes!"

Then he seemed to be choked. There were only a few belongings there, the boarding pass stub, ID, wallet... and a blood-stained coat.

Song Lianyuan almost knelt down.
To be continued...