Chapter 508 Resurrection (1)

The breeze is warm, blowing the white curtains, making it dance happily like an elf, and like a graceful little fairy.

There is sunlight coming in from the window, dazzling and warm, awakening a soul that has been sleeping for a long time.

His consciousness is a little chaotic, his memory is a little fragmented, and he can't even remember who he is for a while.

He vaguely felt that he had been in a sleepy sleep for a long, long time, but he couldn't wake up, and was always haunted by a nightmare.

In that nightmare, there was a violent storm, lightning and thunder, a beautiful baby face, and a bullet that shot into his eyebrow rapidly.

The memory fragments exploded, and the piercing pain made him fall into deep confusion again.

There is a familiar candy aroma wafting around him, and a familiar gentle sigh wafting in his ears.

Who is it?

Why can't he remember?

He felt that the sweet candy smell around him was moving away from him, he desperately wanted to catch it, and he shouted in his heart: Don't go, don't go! Stay with me!

But that familiar breath didn't seem to hear his hysterical cry, she left after all.

The surroundings fell into boundless loneliness and cold again. The sun shone on his body, but it didn't seem to make his body feel a little warmth.

He quiets down.

At a certain moment, memories flooded in like a tide, and the fragmentary pictures were quickly spliced ​​together one by one, making him finally remember what he was in this life.

The stabbing pain in his forehead was still there, but it could no longer stop him from waking up.

Compared to forgetting myself, forgetting all people and things, this little pain is nothing.

Jing Yiran opened his eyes, but the glare of the sun immediately made him close them subconsciously.

He stretched out his hand to cover his eyes, then slowly opened them again.

The fresh air entered his lungs, making him feel the joy of life.

he is still alive?

he is alive!

He is not dead!

Jing Yiran tried to get up, his movements were slow and stiff, it could be seen that he had been in a coma for quite a while.

His body was limp and he didn't have much strength, but he didn't feel any sense of hunger in his stomach. Perhaps it was because he hadn't eaten for a long time, so he couldn't feel hungry anymore!

It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, as long as he is still alive, everything will be fine, everything can be done again!

He will never forget the moment when the bullet hit his forehead!

He was killed by Jing Yichen!

Although somehow he survived by chance, the former Jing Yiran is already dead!

There was a piercing pain between the eyebrows, which made Jing Yiran unable to think.

He relaxed his whole body, looking around and out of the window.

The house is simple and tidy, with white walls, white curtains, and white bedding. It looks like it is in a hospital, but it does not have the smell of disinfectant in the hospital.

Outside the window, the green grass is like a rug, and all kinds of flowers are quietly blooming, attracting countless butterflies and bees flying around.

Jing Yiran leaned against the wall weakly, looked at the needle inserted in the back of his hand, watched the medicine flow into his body drop by drop along the needle, and suddenly smiled softly.

Who else in the world would want him alive? Who else would try their best to save him?

The sweet and beautiful candy smell still seems to be lingering at the tip of his nose, making him feel comfortable all over!

Deer, you are such a silly girl!

Don't you hate me to death?

I used you, but you still pulled me back from death, what should I use to repay you?

This favor is too great.

Jing Yiran gently closed his eyes, took a deep breath of fresh air, and bathed in the bright and warm sunshine, his whole body seemed to be reborn.

After an unknown amount of time, the door opened, and a petite figure walked in.

When the petite figure saw the man sitting on the bed with a face that could turn all living beings, his steps suddenly stopped.

After a while, she seemed to have regained her composure. She walked to the bed and said softly in her unique baby voice, "You're awake."

Jing Yiran opened those long and narrow peach blossom eyes, the figure standing in front of the bed was startled slightly by the seductive sparkle.

He spoke lightly, with a hoarse voice, but with a strange charm: "My baby, long time no see! Miss me?"

Intimate address, unique tone, sexy voice, as long as she is a woman, she will be instantly killed by this man's incomparable charm!

Xiao Lu's heart skipped a beat, and he suppressed him immediately, and said in a calm tone, "No, I see you every day."

Jing Yiran looked up and down the little woman who saved his life.

She didn't wear sportswear, but a black tights, which highlighted her exquisite and sexy figure, her long hair was simply tied behind her head, and her fair face was free of makeup. She looked as pure as eighteen age.

However, the gun she held in her black leather glove and the faint murderous look on her body made it impossible to ignore her danger. Such a calm demeanor and indifferent eyes were beyond the reach of an eighteen-year-old girl. own.

Purity is just her appearance, and killing is the deepest imprint in her soul.

Jing Yiran's pupils shrank slightly, and then he smiled nonchalantly: "You are dressed very well today, better than the loose sportswear you wore before, and it suits you very well!"

Xiaolu glanced at him expressionlessly, and said two words in a clear baby voice: "Really?"

Jing Yiran nodded: "Of course!"

"Since you're awake, I'll get you something to eat. What would you like to eat?"

Xiao Lu pinned the gun in her hand to the belt around her waist. This simple action made her do it smoothly and naturally. It was obvious that she often did this action, that is to say, she often held a gun.

Jing Yiran leaned against the wall, lazily and casually: "Since the brain is injured, then eat some brain supplements, I want tofu brain!"

There was a vague smile on Xiao Lu's lips, and as he turned and walked out, he said lightly: "I thought you wanted to eat human brains, but this is not in China, and there are no tofu brains, but there is soy milk, you will eat it." Just give it a go!"

Jing Yiran was dissatisfied: "Please, the difference between tofu nao and soy milk is a bit far, okay? You can't treat seriously injured patients so casually!"

"They are close relatives, they are both made of beans, and they have exactly the same effect. They should be able to nourish your pig's brain."

Jing Yiran suddenly smiled. He looked at Xiaolu's slender back and said softly, "Thank you, Xiaolu."

Xiao Lu kept walking, and said calmly, "You're welcome, Jing Yiran."

Jing Yiran stared at her, and the moment she was about to go out, he said in a casual tone: "Or, I should say, thank you, Angel."