Kuai Chuan: The cold Lord God always acts like a spoiled brat to me

Chapter 872 Extra Story: Seven Years Later
Seven years later.

Autumn in Ningcheng is so blue, no matter how many springs and autumns have passed, the azure blue is like a jewel, looking up at the people high in the sky, through the intertwined branches, one can see countless pieces of the sky.

The prosperous main street and the old alleys stretching thousands of miles away, the fireworks in the world, and the gentleness 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, what about people?

When Qi An received the call, he was abroad.

She had just finished a ballet performance, and she was still wearing a snow-white ballet dress. The skirt swayed, exuding a cool beauty under the pale golden light.

With a ball head pierced, revealing a smooth forehead and a palm-sized face, she is quiet and beautiful when she is not smiling, but once she bends her lips, 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.

After she finished, she took a lot of photos 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'm calling the police. 】

Qi'an knew that he had been tracking down a very important criminal gang across provinces recently, and had been refraining from disturbing him frequently.

For some reason, there was a hint of uneasiness hovering in her heart, and her heart beat weakly again and again. She laughed at herself for thinking wildly, and typed out the last sentence.

[Be careful. 】

[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, stopped in front of Qi An, and invited her.

Qi An was thinking about Pei Xuyan, she refused, and walked forward with her mobile phone, but he also took a step forward, blocking her way.

He pestered again and again: "It's just a meal, and it won't delay you? Teacher Qi, don't be so arrogant."

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."

The screenwriter paused.

She went back to the nearby hotel, made a cup of coffee, and just got through a phone 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——"

What was said on the other side.

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 tingling sensation.

...

Ningcheng First Central Hospital.

Qi An booked the fastest flight ticket for the day and hurried back, took a taxi and rushed to the hospital.

October in her hometown was full of maple trees. 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 entering the hospital lobby, Qi An stopped abruptly, looked up, and saw the big screen above, which was broadcasting a piece of news.

"Recently, our city..."

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 person who appeared on the scene had a sharp silhouette, a steep height, a black and sturdy police uniform, and the police rank on the epaulets was shining, reflecting silver light, piercing into Qi An's eyes through the screen of nothingness.

There he was, rushing forward.

Never hesitate.

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 his whole body was cold.

The red light kept flashing, like the god of death cruelly waving a sickle, hanging high above people's hearts.

When several members of the Criminal Investigation Brigade saw her, their eyes were bloodshot, and they called out hoarsely, "Sister-in-law."

"The operation has been several hours." Qi An murmured.

"It's 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 managed to capture the leader of the criminal gang after narrowly escaped death. 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.

Fortunately, all the large-scale criminal gangs have been arrested, and they will face legal sanctions.

"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 felt 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 surgery took up to four hours and 37 minutes.

The red light went out.

The doctor came out, took off his mask, and said, "The operation was a success."

In the next 48 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 the infusion 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.

Clank and proud, can be compared to the sky.

"Come here and give me a hug."

"Bangdang-!"

The flowers in Qi An's 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, the string that had been tense for three days was completely broken at this moment, and tears stayed like money: "Pei Xuyan!"

With one hand free, Pei Xuyan caressed her back lightly, 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 smelled of disinfectant water, the window was half open, and half of the autumn colors seeped in. The wind whipped up a fallen leaf and slapped it on the window, which felt like 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 was sobbing and hiccupping non-stop. The butterfly bone on her back protruded slightly, and she covered his mouth, her voice sounded like a complaint: "Can you speak?"

(End of this chapter)