MTL - The Cold Lord God Always Acts Like a Spoiled Brat To Me-Chapter 872 Spoiler: Seven years later
Chapter 872 Extra: Seven years later
Seven years later.
Ningcheng's autumn is so blue, no matter how many springs and autumns have passed, the blue is like a gem, looking up at the people in the sky, through the intertwined branches, you can see countless pieces of the sky.
The prosperous main street, the old alleys stretching thousands of miles away, the fireworks in the world, and the meekness of the world are the blood of this city. After a hundred years of wind and frost, it has become an eternal history.
If after seven years, the city is still the same city as it used to be, what about people?
Qi An was abroad when he received the call.
She had just finished a ballet performance, and she was still wearing a snow-white ballet dress, with the skirt swaying, exuding a cool beauty under the light golden light.
Pierce the ball head, revealing a smooth forehead, palm-sized face, quiet and beautiful when not smiling, once the lips are bent, the soft sweetness comes out like soda.
The years have not left too many traces on her body, and she still overlaps with the dancers who used to be like white swans in school.
She took a lot of photos after the game and sent them to Pei Xuyan, talking about what happened today.
Due to work reasons, the other party has not replied in the past two days. Normally, Pei Xuyan would say no matter how busy he was.
His last message was two days ago.
【Maybe a little busy recently, don't worry. 】
【I have called the police. 】
Qi'an knew that he had recently tracked down a very important criminal gang across provinces with the anti-narcotics brigade, and had been refraining from disturbing him frequently.
For some reason, some kind of uneasy omen hovered in her heart, and her heart beat weakly again and again. She laughed secretly at herself, and typed out the last sentence.
【Pay attention to safety. 】
【Team Pei is safe and sound. 】
"An An, is it convenient to have dinner together tonight?" A scriptwriting teacher of the dance drama came over, with a gentle and handsome appearance, and invited her.
Qi'an was thinking about Pei Xuyan and refused.
He pestered again and again: "It's just a meal, and it won't delay you."
Qi'an was very annoyed by the interruption, looked at the wedding ring on her right ring finger, smiled slightly, her eyes were dark and clean.
"Sorry, I'm married. He won't let me eat alone with the opposite sex."
She went back to a nearby hotel, made a cup of coffee, and just got through a call. It was a call from Pei Xuyan's colleague. The girl's side face showed a delicate and soft luster under the light, and her voice was soft: "Hello—"
The other side said something.
The coffee in Qi'an's hand suddenly missed and fell on the cold tiles, making a sharp sound!
The hot liquid splashed across the back of the hand, and there was a burning and tingling sensation.
…
Ningcheng First Central Hospital.
Qi'an booked the fastest ticket for the day and hurried back, took a taxi and rushed to the hospital.
Hometown was already full of maple trees in October. She ran all the way in, the arc of her skirt flying in the air, like a butterfly with broken wings, pale and powerless.
When he walked into the hospital lobby, Qi An stopped abruptly, looked up, and saw the big screen above, which was broadcasting a piece of news.
"Recently, the Criminal Investigation Brigade of the Ningcheng Public Security Bureau of our city and the Jiangcheng Anti-drug Brigade solved the 10.18 drug trafficking case. The case involved four provinces and nine cities, and it was the largest drug-related case cracked in Ningcheng in recent years..."
The reporter was introducing the situation at the scene, and the images on the big screen flashed across the chaotic street, but Qi An still saw that fleeting figure at a glance.
The half of the one who appeared on the scene had a cold and sharp silhouette, a steep height, a black and sturdy police uniform, and the police rank on the shoulder straps was shining, reflecting silver light, piercing into Qi An's eyes through the screen of nothingness.
He just like that, charging forward.
Never turn back.
Qi An was suffocating for breath, he didn't know how he finished hearing the news, and how he got out of the operating room, he was in a daze and felt cold all over.
The red light keeps flashing, like the **** of death cruelly waving a sickle, hanging high above people's hearts.
Several members of the criminal investigation brigade saw her, their eyes were bloodshot, and they called hoarsely: "Sister-in-law."
"The operation has been several hours." Qi An murmured.
"Three o'clock." The team member said silently, "Team Pei is a hero, he will be fine."
Pei Xuyan stayed up for many days and nights, narrowly escaped death and successfully captured the leader of the criminal gang. He could have been fine.
But in order to save a six-year-old child from a vicious criminal, he fought with more than a dozen criminals with his bare hands. Anti-kill, only the last breath left.
"Yes... yes... I know, I know him..."
Qi An's hands were trembling, and so was her voice. She tried her best to calm herself down, her speech was incoherent, her body was cold, she didn't know what to say, and in the end she could only repeat over and over again that it was okay.
She knew how much effort he had put into this. He was everyone's hero, but when he died for others, did he ever think about his home for a second?
The operation time was as long as four hours and thirty-seven minutes.
The red light went off.
The doctor came out, took off his mask, and said, "The operation was a success."
In the next forty-eight hours, the danger to his life could not be ruled out. He was transferred to the ICU for observation, and his family members could not go in to visit him. Qi An could only wait outside.
The police officer asked her to go back to rest first, Qi An shook her head, stood outside, and said softly, "I'll just accompany him like this."
Pei Xuyan woke up three days later. At that time, Qi An had just bid farewell to the people who came to visit him. When he walked back to the ward and opened the door, he met his eyes.
The man was lying on the hospital bed with fluid on the back of his hand, his pale face couldn't stop his fierce temperament, his eyes were deep and dark, he looked at her, and then a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, always flamboyant and arrogant.
He is proud and proud, as tall as the sky.
"Come here, give me a hug."
"Kangdang—!"
The flowers that Qi An held in his arms fell to the ground.
The breeze blew her hair, and the white petals fell to her feet, reflecting her skinny ankles.
In the next second, Qi An couldn't control his body and rushed to the hospital bed quickly, the string that had been tense for three days was completely broken at this moment, and the tears stayed like money: "Pei Xuyan!"
Pei Xuyan left one hand free, caressing her back, like coaxing a child, she could smell the aroma of shampoo mixed with her body fragrance with her lowered eyes.
The air in the ward still smells of disinfectant water, the window is half open, and half of the autumn colors seep in. The wind blows up a fallen leaf and slaps it on the window, which is a feeling of being alive.
He smiled: "Don't cry, I'm not dead yet."
The man's voice fell to Qi An's ears through the vibration of his chest.
The girl kept sobbing and hiccupping. The butterfly bone on her back protruded slightly, and she covered his mouth, her voice sounded like a complaint: "Can you talk?"
(end of this chapter)
