Evening star meets sun

Chapter 1 Wedge: Never Forget
In the forest at midnight, the buzzing of insects is deafening, even the wind is hot, and the fragrance of grass and trees in the deep mountains comes in and out with the breath, even at this time, it will wake up the chaotic thoughts to some extent.

The surrounding area is sparsely populated, and the light of the small door can be seen sporadically. Two young men who just returned from working in other places walked side by side, chatting with each other.

"Have you heard about the old Zhou's family?" The one with the backpack lit a cigarette slowly.

"Ah, I heard. Is there anything I don't know about this now? If I changed it, I really want to raise my knife to reason, and I can still swallow my breath here?" The other also took the cigarette, and pretended to dust it a few times. Put down the soot, "Several lives, I will work hard to..."

Some "rhetoric words" came to his mouth, but he didn't finish, the one with the backpack raised his hand to interrupt him, straightened his back and stared around, looking like a wild cat with fur.

"Do you smell something?" the man with the backpack asked.

The other wrinkled his nose and sniffed it, and his face changed: "Yes, it smells like blood. Is it some rotten pheasant and hare?"

The two people looked at each other, and suddenly felt that the quiet darkness just now suddenly became extremely strange. They subconsciously walked forward on tiptoe, and the person with the backpack carefully turned on the light of the mobile phone, looked around, and suddenly saw something, and screamed. scream.

It was pitch black, and it was eerily quiet, and the other one had goosebumps all over his body from the scream, but before he could complain, he saw two bloodied figures under a tree more than ten steps away. The light from the mobile phone is terrifying.

Two tall men were standing and lying down. At first glance, it was impossible to tell who was who. They both had messy hair and their faces were covered with blood and mud.

The one with the backpack finally came back to his senses, and approached them boldly: "Are you all right, you guys? Lost? I'll call an ambulance for you..."

The standing man was startled, and suddenly showed a somewhat gentle smile. Although his white shirt was almost indistinguishable from stains, such a smile still gave off a very friendly feeling.

"Maybe I really need to trouble you." He spread his hands helplessly, "My friend and I came to climb the mountain, and there was a car accident on the way. I wanted to ask for help but couldn't find anyone. The phone was turned off just now..."

The two young men breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly handed over a bottle of water: "This place is remote, and the road is not easy to walk... Where is your car?"

"Over there." The man raised his hand and pointed, "There are emergency medicines inside. Also, I called a friend before, and I think it will be here soon. Black Chevrolet, please help me too?"

Seeing the orderly appearance of the man in front of them, the young people seemed relieved immediately, turned around and got busy, one waiting for the car and the other picking up the medicine.The smile on the corner of the man's mouth faded only after their figures were almost invisible.

He lowered his eyes indifferently, looked at the man lying on the ground, bent over and squatted down, took out a pistol from his back waist, and pointed it to the ground one after another.

"Team Tang." The man in the white shirt's voice was still gentle and friendly, but he could hear chills behind his back, "If you hadn't wasted my last two bullets, I wouldn't have to deal with these two insignificant people, you are silent Did you save two lives?"

The man lying on the ground seemed to be seriously injured. One arm was tightly pressed against the tree wall behind him. There were shocking scars of different shades on his arm. His whole body was almost soaked in blood. It proves that he is still alive at this moment.

Pain is the strongest medicine. Breathing affects the wounds on his body. Excessive blood loss has already made him unconscious. Only this kind of pain can make his gradually drowsy nerves jump again and again.

Don't forget, he thought, this night, this sweltering heat, this pain, this person in front of him...

Never forget.

"Stop chasing me, you won't be able to." The man in the white shirt tilted his head to look at him, as if he was very cooperative, and put his face in front of his eyes, "Today was just an accident, you messed yourself up Half dead, who can be saved in the end? Or—" The man squeezed his chin, "Do you want me to take you with you, and see with your own eyes that the child you didn't save was cut open just like your sister, Crying and begging for mercy?"

The person lying on the ground was suffocated, and he didn't know where he had a burst of strength. He suddenly raised his upper body and wanted to grab the collar of the man in the white shirt, but he didn't expect the man to be prepared. With a backhand wave, the gun butt hit directly His temples, the blurry scenery that was already melted into the night in front of his eyes was even more difficult to distinguish. He fell to the ground again, only intermittent voices could be heard——

"Since you know the truth is cruel, why did you reveal it yourself?"

He wanted to answer, but it was already pitch black in front of him, so he could only stretch out his hand in vain, not wanting to get another heavy blow to the side of his head, and the next words began to reverberate like a dream.

"Tang team, if you died back then, my world would be more peaceful, right?"

There was the sound of wind and insects in his ears. He lay on the bloody grass, as if he had sunk into a warm sea. Tiredness and drowsiness enveloped him. The man's voice had disappeared, and he allowed himself to slowly sink into the sea. dark.

In his chaotic consciousness, he vaguely opened his eyes, only to see a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy standing in front of him with an indifferent expression and hatred in his eyes.

This look startled him.

"Death is a kind of relief." The young man opened his mouth, raised his neck slightly, and there was a ring of bruises on it, and his face gradually became as pale as paper, "Tang Shu, what qualifications do you have for liberation?"

The last sentence was like a wake-up call. Tang Shu woke up suddenly, and the pain from the wound returned to his body and rushed straight to the top of his head.He subconsciously struggled to make a vague sound, only to feel a ray of light shining on his face, and there were several familiar faces in front of him, accompanied by Guan Tong's crying comfort.

"It's okay, Tang'er, it's okay." Guan Tong's eyes were red, her face was soaked with tears, she held Tang Shu's hand tremblingly, and comforted almost in a whisper, "We'll take you home, it's okay."

Tang Shu looked around with difficulty, the passing medical staff and noisy voices gave him a splitting headache.

"Where's Lin Chen?" Tang Shu's voice was hoarse, his eyes were bloodshot, "Where's Lin Chen?"

Guan Tong was taken aback for a moment, then bowed his head and fell silent.

No one answered.

No one could answer.

(End of this chapter)