Hao Mengyuan snuggled completely on Tong Tong, and Tong told her a story, from the age of five who had a memory to the age of twenty in one breath. The smoke became heavier and heavier, and both of them started to cough to varying degrees. Tong Tong also joked with her: "There are eight years left to talk about, guess what year will we be saved?"

Hao Mengyuan wanted to laugh, but was choked and coughed: "Tong Tong, when I was a child, I often had bronchial inflammation, so my respiratory tract was weaker than that of ordinary people. If I couldn't survive, you must live for me and give my father a message, saying that I love him very much, but I miss my mother very much, and I went to find her... In addition, you are a loyal person, and you will definitely take good care of my father, right?"

"Teacher Hao, you don't have to be so desperate. If you believe me, I will say you will survive, so you will definitely be fine."

Hao Mengyuan leaned against him again and stopped talking, and she didn't even have the strength to cough. Tong Tong was choked by cigarettes and tears flowed wildly, but he still told Hao Mengyuan stubbornly: "Teacher Hao, I started a business in my early twenties and had a successful career, but the credit was someone else's. I only got a little money from the gap between my teeth, and was very happy. I thought I had made a fortune... You said, if I turned black at that time and had been dormant for several years to take revenge on them, would I definitely become different? Will I become like Jobs, even if I wear jeans and black T-shirts all day long, I am like a super big guy?... Cough cough cough... But I am born to not fight with others. Geng Xiaoqing once said that because I am honest and honest, my neighbors in the past took good care of me..."

Hao Mengyuan almost pinched her neck and kept retching. In order to reassure Tong Tong, she insisted on speaking: "The honest and honest person... has also been a school bully and has also fought invincible hands all over the city."

"Honest people can also be forced to get forced."

Before she knew it, Tong Tong also pinched her neck, as if there was a fire burning there. Hao Mengyuan was so uncomfortable. Her fingernails deeply pinched Tong Tong's flesh, and her other hand cut several traces on the wall. She had the urge to roll on the ground, but the last trace of reason told her that even if she died, she would die decently. Tong Tong took her into her arms and hugged her tightly. Hao Mengyuan rolled her eyes hard, as if she could hold on for a while.

"Teacher Hao, let's go on a date when we go out here!" Tong Tong could not cough out, his voice was hoarse: "Just you said, let's watch a movie together!"

Hao Mengyuan nodded, and Tong Tong seemed to remember something. He took off his T-shirt inside, pulled it into a strip of cloth with all his strength, and stuffed it into the crack of the door with all his might. The door was burned very hot, and every time he touched it, his hands felt a piercing pain. But Tong Tong didn't have time to feel the pain. He only knew that as long as he plugged the crack of the door, the cigarette would not come in! Hao Mengyuan climbed under the stairs, shouted Tong Tong with all his strength, and handed him his scarf.

The crack in the door was roughly blocked, and the smoke was obviously slowing down. Hao Mengyuan felt a little calmer, leaned against Tong Tong again, and said, "Nervousness can accelerate death."

"Yes." Tong Tong said: "The heart is not beating so fast, and the breathing will not be rapid. In addition, if we find ways to save ourselves, we may succeed."

Listening to his gentle voice, Hao Mengyuan felt much better. Time passed by minute by minute, and she suddenly remembered: "How old have you just mentioned?"

"It seems like I'm graduating from college? Let's do it, I'll tell you quickly, otherwise, you'll probably not finish listening and we'll be saved."

Hao Mengyuan was drowsy and nodded in a hurry. Tong Tong held her hand and said, "I have no idea about my life experience. There is no way to take the civil service exam in this situation. But I just want to know how Teacher Meng died, so I must be a policeman. When I felt that this road was blocked, I met another noble man in my life... He is a good friend of my biological father. When you see him, you would never have imagined that he was a poet when he was young..."

Hao Mengyuan smiled slightly: "I'm finally going to tell the story before you resign. You told me that you had a short civil servant career."

"I'm not considered a civil servant... After all, I don't have any staffing." Tong Tong smiled bitterly: "My grades are very good and my English is also good, but I don't have the chance to get a staffing, and other than Lao Han, outsiders almost don't know my existence. The only request I made to him was to hope that he would help me find the truth about Teacher Meng's death."

"Are you in a dangerous life then?"

"Well, danger is one aspect, and despair of human nature is the other." Tong Tong couldn't help laughing: "Oh, I always thought I was a rough man, but I didn't expect that such pretentious words would actually be said from my mouth."

Hao Mengyuan said seriously: "Because your work requires hiding in the dark, all you see is the back, and you will inevitably see the darkness."

"Ha! I really should let Sun Jixiang learn from you. He even said that he is a golden sentence making machine, he is far inferior to you."

Hao Mengyuan coughed a few more times and said, "You feel despair about human sex, so you plan to start a business to fulfill your literary dream?"

"I watched my admired seniors sell their souls for money, and unconsciously be used by their elders whom I respect... In their opinion, I should become a heartless person, and it is best not to feel pain, so that they can do bad things as they please, or use me as much as they want... I am really in pain, and I feel that my faith collapses. After handing over the evidence of my senior's crime, I didn't sleep for three days - maybe I fell asleep, or maybe I was unconscious with my eyes open. At that time, I realized that people as sensitive as me are not suitable for this kind of work. Should I be glad that I woke up early, or lament that I was always displaced?"

Hao Mengyuan breathed rapidly and said, "You chose the former yourself."

"Yes." Tong Tong's eyelids were heavy, and there seemed to be a lantern flashing in front of him. He kept looking back on his life. Thinking of "thorny light", he couldn't help but smile: "Fortunately, in the end, there is still a path to literature."

"And, you left very successfully." Hao Mengyuan's voice turned into a murmur: "I really like 'Thimang'. Although I quit for a while,... I like every novel you choose... I like in-depth novels, but I don't like novels that endlessly explore human nature... The novel you choose is very in line with my appetite."

Tong Tong couldn't open his eyes anymore. At this moment, he became endless: "Literatures are all studying human nature, especially many novelists, who have long abandoned narratives and focused all their energy on studying 'human nature', and have done endless research. In fact, who doesn't know that human nature is complex? Who doesn't know that human nature has several sides? Under the impact of modernism and postmodernism, they no longer pursue smooth and complete narratives, and spliced ​​together one by one, making people blurry and confused. However, writers feel that they are unfathomable and have superb skills. The essence they extracted from a pile of fragments is enough to highlight their own style, but... if you read too much of this type of text, readers will only feel bored... Instead of exploring human nature, I still want to tell the wonderful stories to readers..."

Tong Tong's voice became smaller and smaller. He only heard Hao Mengyuan joke, "You can really go to a graduate student in modern literature." Then he felt his head buzzing, he could not see anything, and he couldn't even feel the burns on his hands. The last ray of consciousness pulled away from his body, and his soul was condescending, looking at the young man and woman leaning in the corner. He tried desperately to get back into his original body, but he was getting farther and farther away from himself.

Is this the experience of death?

The fire finally burned to the door, and the low door turned into a big fireball. The fire surging, and soon swallowed the stairs and was spitting out flames to the two people in the corner. The soul was very anxious, but he could not make any sound and could not do anything. He could only passively be a bystander who was getting farther and farther away. At the moment the fire spread to the girl, Tong Tong held her tightly in his arms, preparing to sacrifice himself to block the fire for her.

Maybe... I will be burned to death like this, right?

But he did not feel the heat wave, but felt a powerful current of water hitting his body. The water was cold and harsh, but Tong Tong felt extremely cool.

Opening his eyes again, he was already lying in the ambulance, his throat was smoky and he could no longer speak. Tong Tong was puzzled. He was even more uncomfortable just now than he is now, why did he talk so much?

Hao Mengyuan seemed to have had a very long dream, and the dream was full of terrifying fire, and the flames spread everywhere, like a poisonous snake spitting a letter, smiling fiercely. She slept very uneasy in the dream, frowned. A gentle voice told her: "Teacher Hao, don't be afraid, as I am, you just had a nightmare."

Hao Mengyuan felt his warmth and fell asleep with confidence. She didn't wake up for a long time. Seeing this, Tong Tong did not continue to wake her up. Instead, she sent a message to the parents on both sides so that they didn't have to worry. It was inconvenient for his hands to move, so he could just browse his phone for a while. Unexpectedly, Zhang Yongming sent him a message saying that Meng Xinghe's case was about to be re-sentenced.

Tong Tong blinked and made sure that he had read it correctly.

Although both hands were wrapped in bandages, he still sent a message to Teacher Meng’s mobile phone number: “I didn’t disappoint you! You won’t die in vain!”

The message was sent successfully, and Hao Mengyuan's cell phone rang.

Tong Tong thought it was a coincidence, so he didn't care and continued to edit the information effort: "It's been ten years! Teacher Meng, you've been waiting for a long time."

In my impression, this was the first time he wrote "Teacher Meng" in the message. After the message was sent, Hao Mengyuan's cell phone rang again.

What's going on?

Tong Tong tilted his head. Teacher Hao’s mobile phone had a password. Even if he didn’t have a password, he wouldn’t read it casually.

Tong Tong sent another one by mistake: "Teacher Meng, I seem to be in love again. It was the girl I like who caught your sister."

"She is brave and kind, just like you. But she is not you, she is the only good girl."

"I like her very much and appreciate her. I want to watch a movie with her, and you will be happy for me, right?"

He sent five messages in total, and Hao Mengyuan's cell phone rang five times.
Chapter completed!