Chapter 2 Nearly Death

After living for more than twenty years, Xiao Ying's most bizarre encounter was that she was hit and killed by a truck when she went out.

But now this situation...

The young man who was almost scared by her just now surrounded her three circles on the left and three circles on the right for a while, and finally grinned.

He gave a certain answer a bit silly.

"You are not dead yet!"

Xiao Ying rolled her eyelids.

If she hadn't had any weakness, she actually wanted to hold a gun and a stick to grab a few words.

Let him understand that no one should be a lawyer, especially a female lawyer.

But she felt so painful.

The pain was so painful that the eyes were dark. At this time, the man who came in and scolded "God" spoke again.

"Oh my god, there is still a young scholar who is not dead. Come here to test it. How can she still breathe?"

"... Men and women, don't get along." Xiao Xiuqi stepped back carefully, and she was forced to be "forced to become prostitutes" and turned around and ran away.

"Oh my god, I have a breath left. What kind of men and women are there?" The words "Oh my god" were still so loud that I could overturn the roof. After saying that, I hurriedly grabbed the scholar who was about to turn around, and twisted it with the force.

The little scholar was sent to Xiao Ying with a look of disdain.

The silly man also pressed on the shoulders of the young scholar.

The little scholar finally had to squat down and stare at Xiao Ying with big eyes. "Uh... the girl... is behind... the abrupt... the headmaster Jia, men and women are not kissing each other, this girl is still open with her eyes open.

If the person is not dead, how can I take a mortal examination!"

So next, the few people chose a corner and sat down together.

wait……

Waiting for Xiao Ying to die, then the little scholar took over - the autopsy.

The heavy snow was still falling, and the city god's silly body was missing. The wind outside the door was swept towards Mu Zhen with snowflakes.

Wu Qipo's half-old jacket was obviously of little practical value, and Xiao Ying's teeth were trembling when she was frozen.

Those people didn't even look at Xiao Ying. Some people picked up firewood, some made fire, and some people took out cakes from their arms, roasted them on a bonfire, and stuffed them into their mouths.

In the eyes of several people, Xiao Ying seemed to be dead.

Even if she didn't test her injuries in person, she would have no way to survive after looking at her eyes.

All of them are unable to make you feel the idea of ​​saving.

I thought I was talking a lot the moment ago, and I won a big victory in court.

When she was in a transition, she was seriously injured, and she was less inhaled than she was out of breath, and she looked unlucky as if she was going to go to the west at any time. After much patience, she saw that those people ignored her interest.

Xiao Ying accumulated for a while before she could barely say a word.

"...Little scholar, I'm cold."

Perhaps Xiao Ying's appearance of breathing was too deeply rooted in people's hearts. So no one expected her to speak.

The little scholar was stunned. The next moment, his face suddenly disappeared, pale and pale. I guess he was scared. "Jia, Jia... the headmaster. She said cold." At that moment, Xiao Ying actually understood the deep meaning of the little scholar's words. Cold, I'm afraid it's not far from death.

If Xiao Ying understands it correctly.

This scholar-like person should be a coroner, who is specialized in autopsy.

A coroner who can be scared by a gust of cold wind!

What kind of desperate world she is in now... Fortunately, it's not all despair, it's Xiao Ying's desperate waiting for death.

A man slowly walked into the temple.

I don’t know when the wind and snow outside stopped. The sun came out... the man walked into the dilapidated temple against the light.

Then he walked straight towards Xiao Ying, half bent down, carefully helped Xiao Ying up, and then sent a water bag to Xiao Ying's lips...

Only then did Xiao Ying see clearly what this person looks like.

He actually had a angular face. Even though he was used to seeing Xiao Ying, who was all kinds of handsome men in film and television, he couldn't help but be stunned.

"Jiu Ming. Why are you here?" asked the man who was in a loud noise.

After feeding Xiao Ying, he barely drank a few sips of water. The man gently put Xiao Ying down and stood up before responding to the man.

"Mr. Miao asked."

"Sir, I just like to worry. I took my brothers out. When did something happen? Come here, sit down and take a break. Stay away from that girl, be careful of getting sick...

Let's settle here tonight. Wait for that girl...

It's also convenient for the little scholar..." When the girl died, it's convenient for the little scholar to take a mortal examination. After hearing this too much, Xiao Ying no longer felt anything.

However, this new man seemed to frown when he heard this.

"This girl is still alive, why don't she find a doctor to treat her illness?"

"Jiu Ming, you're afraid you didn't pay attention to how bad the girl was. Looking for a doctor? The doctor can cure her illness but can't save her life. I think she can't live tonight. Besides, it's cold outside, so I'm afraid I can't invite the doctor to come to the hospital."

"Brother Yin, this girl is indeed seriously injured. The murderer once stabbed her in the heart...so Jia Tou said that she was helpless."

Seeing that the atmosphere was a little solemn, the little scholar couldn't help but explain.

Seeing that the two of them stopped talking, the little scholar breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Xiao Ying again. He happened to meet Xiao Ying's gaze and couldn't help but shrink his neck. "...This girl is also very pitiful."

Everyone agrees with this.

Next was a silence...

Until a sound of kicking and stomping footsteps came. Xiao Ying heard that it was the movement of the aboriginal people in the ruined temple. At this time of day, it was the time for them to come back.

Then, as expected, the lame man screamed.

Then there was a scramble in the dilapidated temple. There were shouting and insults. The lame man shouted that someone had entered his house. While cursing God, the man said that this was the home of the City God. He could barely be considered a stay away and could not be considered a break into the empty door.

Both sides blamed and shirked each other until they called "Mother". The whole scene was quiet again.

The next moment, Wu Qipo, who was walking at the end, threw down the bamboo pole in panic, turned around and ran away. The road was slippery in the snow, and she was a blind man, but in a flash, she had fallen heavily into the snow.

Wu Qipo didn't care about the pain and climbed up. At this time, the little scholar who called out to his mother had already rushed out of the broken temple in two steps.

Then he hugged Wu Qipo tightly without saying a word.

While crying, calling my mother, it was like crying blood.

Finally, Wu Qipo also cried.

The mother and son hugged each other in the snow and ice.

"Oh my god, I can recognize my mother when I sleep in a dilapidated temple. Little scholar, help your mother in, be careful not to freeze to death outside."

This drama committee member of the drama about recognizing relatives was too lively, so he didn't care whether Xiao Ying had already returned to the west.

The little scholar supported Wu Qipo into the dilapidated temple, and everyone surrounded him. He asked Wu Qipo about his current situation. Xiao Ying thought to herself that she had become a beggar mother, and she had any more recent situations.

There is only one person...

The man called Jiuming stood quietly on the periphery.

Don't join in the fun.

He stood there with his hands behind his back, his expression a little cold.

Finally, his eyes were fixed on Xiao Ying.

Xiao Ying will never forget that when she was just a first time and was injured and unable to move. There was a person who glanced at her for a moment with a faint but absolutely unneglectable gaze.

Then he walked towards her.

Gently, pick her up.

"Jiu Ming, what are you doing?"

asked loudly.

“…Go to see the doctor.”

After saying that, he hugged Xiao Ying, walked out of the dilapidated temple, and walked into the snow and ice.

Her body was covered with his cloak, and there was a faint cold fragrance. The cold fragrance was slightly fumigated, and Xiao Ying's mind suddenly became clear and confused. She vaguely heard the sound of knocking on the door.

Then an old man sighed beside her, and finally said in a deep voice that she was afraid she was hopeless.
Chapter completed!