No, he had to go there, he had to see her clearly, he had to hear the sound of her piano, and he had to hear what she was singing.
Leng Zimo ran forward as hard as she could. There was darkness under her feet, and the whole world was dark. Only there was light where she was.
He was so tired and weak.
He stumbled under his feet and fell heavily into the darkness.
Leng Zimo raised his face and saw that in the light, she was still playing the piano.
He saw blood stains.
There were bright red blood stains on the white keys. Her fingers were bleeding, but she was still playing the piano. Although he couldn't see her face, he could clearly see that her fingers trembled every time she played.
She was in pain, she was in pain, and every time her fingers fell, they would leave a trail of blood on the keys.
But she had no intention of stopping at all, she just kept playing and playing, her fingers flying across the keys.
His heart was beating tightly, and every time her fingers fell, his heart would become tighter.
Looking at the blood on the keys, his heart almost broke.
"Ah!" he roared, got up from the ground again, and rushed over desperately, "No, don't play again!"
The people on the stage seemed to hear his voice, and she suddenly turned her face.
Leng Zimo opened his eyes wide, trying to see her clearly.
But she suddenly disappeared, and there was darkness in front of her. A light whizzed closer from a distance, and then went away again.
He is not off the stage, he is in the car.
He was driving very fast, and it was raining heavily outside. The raindrops hit the glass and made a loud noise.
Leng Zimo didn't know where he was going.
Bang!
The car hit something and stopped.
He pushed the door open and got out of the car. Cold rain hit his face. He raised his face and saw an abandoned and unfinished building in front of him.
He subconsciously ran towards the dark stairs. He ran and ran and he didn't know how many steps he had climbed. Thunder flashed outside the window beside him, and the light of lightning reflected a small figure, huddled by the pillar, wearing a white t-shirt.
skirt and long hair hanging messily covering her face.
He couldn't see her face clearly, but he could see her eyes full of fear.
He didn't know who she was, but he wanted to protect her and comfort her, so he turned around and ran towards her.
Just as he was about to run in front of her, he suddenly felt light and fell down. There were cold raindrops falling, there was a flashing light above his head, and there was a helicopter above his head.
He grabbed the rope and fell to the ground, and the lights reflected the messy road.
In a corner of the mud and rocks, the corner of a van was vaguely exposed.
Leng Zimo instinctively rushed towards the van. The wind and rain hit his face, which made him feel cold and painful. He ran one step at a time, and got up again when he fell.
Finally, he rushed to the van. He had no tools and just dug out the mud with his hands.
I don't know if there was something in the mud that cut my finger. It hurts a lot.
But he didn't care about this, he just dug hard.
He didn't know who was in his car. He just knew that he had to dig out the car. There were people very important to him in the car.
Who is that person, he doesn’t know!
"Hold on, I'm here to save you, I'm here to save you, you won't die, you won't..."
He spoke hurriedly and dug hard, but he didn't know who this "you" was...
