The first top lady

Wei Tingchou in the photo had a buzz cut and looked very young, different from the Jia Ming she had met a few days ago, but also similar.

Same look, different temperament.

I wonder when those eyes, as deep as a dry well, will be stirred again.

Shen Manti suddenly asked her, "Do you have any news about him?" Her eyes were full of expectation, but gradually dimmed in the face of Song Yixuan's denial.

She knew this would be the answer, but she still didn't give up.

"If you have any news about him," Shen Manti raised her voice and asked with tears in her eyes as Song Yixuan left, "Can you tell me?"

Song Yixuan stopped and looked back at her, "Okay."

"Tell me whether you are dead or alive." Tears still flowed uncontrollably.

Song Yixuan regretted it. She shouldn't have come here to find Shen Manti and shouldn't have disturbed this seemingly calm heart.

At least in that case, Shen Manti can continue to deceive herself.

"Okay." Song Yixuan walked firmly, not daring to stop for a moment.

High Speed ​​Rail Station.

Guan Qian escorted Song Yixuan to the station and said, "You go back first. I'll come find you in two days."

There are too many unpredictable things in Dijing, so it would be better for Song Yixuan to leave early.

"Okay." Song Yixuan walked into the station with a casual look. She was in a hurry to catch Kou Shan in Shenhai.

Guan Qian thought that letting Song Yixuan leave earlier would reduce the possibility of being swept into the torrent of the imperial capital, but he didn't know that the direction Song Yixuan was going was also full of hidden dangers.

"Comrade, we meet again."

Song Yixuan met the old conductor again in the aisle of the carriage. She said, "You managed it well this time." She did not notice anything unusual with the personnel.

The old conductor laughed so hard that his eyes disappeared. "I didn't expect that at this age, I could still hear the affirmation from the young comrade." He felt like he was decades younger.

Song Yixuan returned to Shenhai Yuzhilan and changed into casual clothes. As soon as she got into the car that Guan Qian left for her, she received a call from Jiang Sen.

"Sister Xian, Kou Shan has arrived in Shenhai again. I'll send you his location."

"it is good."

"Also, it seems like he deliberately revealed his location to me." He revealed the information to him even though he could have kept it hidden. "I'm afraid there must be something fishy going on."

Song Yixuan pulled the seat belt with one hand and said, "This is because he is desperate to hide and is ready to fight back."

The tug of war between them finally brought someone one step closer.

"Then Sister Xi, you must be careful."

"Ah."

Although she knew that Kou Shan had prepared a trap for her, Song Yixuan still went there without hesitation.

Since she has become Wei Yilin's apprentice, she cannot let Zhou Xiao and others look down on her.

There were some things that she still cared about.

The Kuluo Mountain in May was still a bit desolate. Song Yixuan walked up along the weed-covered path until the grass and trees in front of him were intertwined and there was no road at all.

"You really dare to come."

Song Yizhen turned around and looked in the direction of the voice, and saw Kou Shan appear calmly.

"Of course, it seems you are ready too." Ready to be caught.

Kou Shan sneered, took off the safety and shot Song Yixuan.

The sound of a gunshot startled the birds in the forest. Xiao Song Yixian still stood there, looking at Kou Shan's twitching mouth, and said, "Your shooting skills are as bad as ever."

They had been fighting for many years and had long known each other. Kou Shan knew that Song Yixuan did not have a gun, and Song Yixuan also knew that Kou Shan was not a good marksman.

So whenever she thought of the fact that Wei Yilin died at the hands of Kou Shan, whose marksmanship was so poor, she felt even more aggrieved.

Song Yixuan chased Kou Shan for half of the mountain. This cunning mouse could jump and hide. After several years, his spear skills did not improve, but he learned to dig holes.

Just as the distance between them was shortened and Song Yixuan was about to pounce to capture Kou Shan, her feet felt empty after she landed, and her whole body sank down along with the weeds and dead leaves. The dry branches and leaves scratched her arms, neck and cheeks.

She slid down quickly without panic. Suddenly, light shone in from under her feet, and Song Yixuan vaguely saw an electric cable, and quickly grabbed it.

The body continued to fall until the cable got caught by the steel frame on the roof and could not fall any further. Song Yixuan was hanging in the air, enveloped by light.

Below was the cement floor, more than ten meters away from her. Song Yixuan used both hands to pull herself up and wrapped a wire around her wrist. Looking around, this should be a boiler factory that had been abandoned for many years, with mottled rust.

A few more leaves fell from above her head, green and yellow mixed together, passing by her and landing on the ground.

The factory was built taking advantage of the mountain's terrain, and part of the roof was connected to the top of the mountain. The area above her head was severely corroded, making it convenient for Kou Shan to set a trap.

It was nearly twenty meters high, and there was hard concrete ground below. As long as Song Yixuan was hit, even if he didn't die immediately, he would have no chance to fight back and could do whatever he wanted to him.

But why is Song Yixuan hanging in the air now?

This didn't meet his expectations.

Kou Shan looked at Song Yixian and snorted coldly, "I'll just let you die a few seconds later. Now, I'll send you off."

After two gunshots, Song Yixuan mocked, "I told you to practice more, but you didn't listen."

Kou Shan's face turned red with anger, and he fired three shots at the cable, all of which just grazed the line. He couldn't even hit a person, and he wanted to hit a thin wire.

For a moment, Kou Shan found that he could not do anything to Song Yixuan. He looked around but could not find the source of the wire, so he had to give up.

Seeing Kou Shan leave, Song Yixuan carefully checked the surroundings. She was now suspended in the air by a cable hanging from the top, too high from the ground, and unable to gain leverage. If she jumped down, she would definitely be injured.

The top of the boiler factory was supported by a steel frame. If she could climb up, she could move along the frame to the wall and jump to the corridor on the second floor. The problem was that the wire in her hand was isolated and helpless, and it was difficult for her to use her strength without a support point. And now every extra minute she waited, she would consume more strength.

Just as Song Yixuan adjusted the movements of his hands, he saw Kou Shan coming back.

Kou Shan's laughter echoed in the empty factory. He pushed a cart of broken bricks and tiles and placed it right below Song Yixuan, waiting for her to run out of strength and fall down.

"I won't accompany you any more. Let's see how long you can hold on."

The sky gradually darkened, and the wind from the mountains began to grow stronger, blowing wildly in the boiler factory.

Song Yixuan's hands were covered with red marks, but she didn't loosen up at all. She swung in the air for a long time, listening to the chirping sound of the steel frame and the whirring sound of the wind, and her heart became much calmer.

She seemed to have never imagined her future life, but at this moment, she wanted to put everything aside and take Guan Qian with her to live a life like in paradise.

She let go of her obsession with Wei Yilin and released her control over Song Yishen and the others. It was just her and Guan Qian.

But some things cannot be let go and can only be solved.

An ideal is an ideal after all.

The wind seems to have died down.

Song Yixuan had already used up most of her strength. She moved her sore arms and her bloody hands and began to climb up. With no support under her feet, she could only rely on her arms to pull her whole body up inch by inch.

The wind started to blow again, causing her to spin in place while holding the cable. When the wind died down, she spun back in circles.

She calmed her breathing, put all her strength into her arms, and rushed upwards until her hands grasped the steel frame at the top.

Due to the large amplitude of the movement, the phone broke out and fell onto the pile of broken bricks on the ground, breaking into pieces in an instant, with parts splashing five meters away.

Song Yixuan couldn't see clearly, she only heard the sound of the phone falling and splashing echoing in the boiler factory. She retracted her gaze, turned over and lay on the steel frame, her arms hanging down weakly.