When Song Chengxuan ran into the hall, it was too late to right the fallen statue. When the statue fell to the ground, he picked up Xu Qinghuan.
He didn't have enough time to run out of the hall before the firearm exploded, so he could only find a place to avoid the impact of the firearm.
People who have run dozens of times on the battlefield naturally know what will happen if such a firearm explodes. He pulled the wooden frame for the lamp in front of him. He protected Xu Qinghuan and huddled in the corner, and then the firearm exploded.
It exploded, wooden beams were broken, and half of the hall collapsed.
When everything calmed down, he felt that her hands were tightly around his back, her forehead was pressed against his chest, and her breathing was a little quick.
It turns out that she, who seems to be fearless, will sometimes panic.
Realizing that she wanted to move, he said, "Don't move, something might fall down."
Hearing his voice, she seemed to let out a long sigh of relief, and seemed to feel a lot more at ease.
His frown relaxed slightly.
Her breathing gradually calmed down, and Song Chengxuan felt her hand fall from his back. It was obvious that she had realized what had happened.
But he is not in much mood to talk to her now.
He had obviously discovered that there was a firearm in the statue, but he didn't run out immediately. All his usual cleverness had gone.
"Are you okay?" She was panicked at the beginning, but her mood gradually became calmer.
"Yeah." He replied in a deep voice.
She seemed to be thinking about something, and then he felt a hand fall on his shoulder.
"I accidentally touched your shoulder just now, and I felt there was some moisture there. Could it be that you were injured and you haven't felt it yet."
She groped carefully with her hands, and then confirmed her guess: "It must be injured... blood is coming out. Don't you... feel any pain?" Her tone sounded a little nervous.
Song Chengxuan moved his shoulders, as if there was something strange. He should have been hit by something falling: "It should be just a minor injury."
Xu Qinghuan asked again: "Do you feel uncomfortable elsewhere?"
When she didn't get a response from him, she was a little anxious. She raised her hand again and stretched it as high as possible.
Perhaps it was because the two people were forced to squeeze into a small corner, and the surroundings were pitch black, so they could feel each other's every move more keenly.
Song Chengxuan could feel her hand extending from his chin to his forehead, and her fingertips would touch him inadvertently, like a dragonfly touching water.
She was too petite, and she couldn't touch the top of his head even if she stretched out her arms, so she moved her whole body in his arms, so that the two of them were closer.
A faint fragrance hit his face. He had rarely been so close to others in these years, and a strange feeling seemed to well up in his heart.
At this moment, her forehead accidentally touched his chin.
He was caught off guard and couldn't help but froze.
"I'm sorry." Xu Qinghuan felt that she bumped into him, but her hand also touched the back of Song Chengxuan's head. His head was covered with dust. Fortunately, he didn't touch anything like blood, at least it should not have been bruised.
When she was in northern Xinjiang in her previous life, she heard a medical worker in the army say that the most fearful thing about a firearm exploding was hitting the back of the head, so she rushed to examine Song Chengxuan.
If Song Chengxuan had not come to save her, she would probably have died by now. She was grateful to Song Chengxuan in her heart and naturally did not want him to suffer any harm.
"Just stay like this and don't move any more."
His voice sounded a little hoarse, and there seemed to be some discomfort in his tone. Thinking of the cold way he usually treated others, he probably didn't want to get too close to others.
But there was no way, there was really no room to move in this corner. She put her hand down, and just as he turned his head, her fingers touched his cheek again without any bias.
Unlike her cold hands, his skin was warm, even making her feel hot. There was a stranger beside her in the dark, and his breath almost touched her face.
It was only now that she realized that the two of them were really too close. Realizing this, she leaned back as much as possible.
"Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?"
"No."
Hearing such an answer, Xu Qinghuan felt much more at ease. It was so thrilling just now. Recalling the scene just now, she immediately thought of Huang Qinghe: "Did Mr. Song see Mr. Huang just now?"
She was still thinking about Huang Qinghe. Song Chengxuan narrowed his eyes and said calmly: "It's probably difficult to escape when you are so close."
The surroundings seemed to have suddenly become much colder.
She took a breath: "Master Huang..." She didn't continue, her voice was a little dull.
The past of getting along with Huang Qinghe and his wife came to Xu Qinghuan's mind. She had hoped that Huang Qinghe and Miss Hong would renew their relationship, but she did not expect that Huang Qinghe might be buried here today.
She changed the trajectory of her previous life and always thought that this life would definitely get better and better, but she never expected...
For some reason, her sudden silence made him feel a little unhappy. It was probably because she had been suppressed for too long, and it was inevitable that he would feel a little sluggish.
It wasn't until the shouts outside became louder and louder that she moved her body uneasily and said, "When they walk in later, they should be able to hear our voices."
Xu Qinghuan looked at Song Chengxuan. After his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he could vaguely see the outline of his face. He seemed to be more indifferent than usual.
Maybe it's because he feels regret for saving her?
Without seeing his expression, she couldn't judge his current thoughts.
He just said "yes" and seemed to have nothing else to say to her.
"Thank you." She thanked her again.
But he didn't want to hear these three words: "If you encounter something like this in the future, don't say anything and run away as far away as possible."
Xu Qinghuan pursed her lips: "I thought it would be fine if I stopped Mr. Huang, but I didn't expect... I was negligent."
In fact, she was already very smart. If she hadn't discovered the clues, she would have died long ago.
Song Chengxuan said: "These things are not something you can handle."
For some reason, his tone suddenly softened.
The voices outside became louder and louder. Song Chengxuan picked up stones and knocked on the wooden beam next to him: "Yong Ye, we are here."
Then came Yong Ye's voice: "Young master, they are over there. Quickly, move these things away."
Then there was another burst of noisy words, and everyone worked together to move the collapsed things in the hall. Probably because the things pressed next to them were moved, Xu Qinghuan felt something collapse around him again, and couldn't help but exclaimed, thinking
I raised my hand to cover it, but was immediately pulled into the warm embrace again.
Song Chengxuan's voice came from above his head again: "Don't worry, it will be fine soon."
Sure enough, there was a light above his head, and Xu Qinghuan raised his head and saw the light, and then the nervous and worried faces of Yong Ye and his brother.