Chapter 872 Extra: Seven years later

Seven years later.

The autumn in Ningcheng is so blue. No matter how many springs and autumns have passed, the blue is as blue as a gem. Looking up at the people in the sky, through the intertwined branches, I can see countless pieces of the sky cut into pieces.

The prosperous main street, stretching thousands of miles away are the old alleys, the fireworks in the world, and the gentle world, are the blood of this city. They have experienced the wind and frost of a hundred years and turned into the eternal history.

If after seven years, the city is still the same city as before, what about the people?

Qi'an was abroad when she received the call.

She had just finished a dance drama performance, and she was still wearing a snow-white ballet costume. Her skirt was swaying, and her cool beauty was flowing under the pale golden light.

The hair was pierced, revealing a smooth forehead and a palm-sized face. When not smiling, it was quiet and beautiful. Once the lips were bent, the soft and sweet feeling came out like soda pop.

Time has not left many traces on her body, and she still overlaps with the dancer who was like a white swan in school.

After she got off the field, 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 always say something no matter how busy he is.

His last message was from two days ago.

[I may be a little busy recently, don’t worry.]

【I called the police.】

Qi'an knew that he had recently been tracking down a very important criminal gang across provinces with the anti-narcotics brigade, so she refrained from disturbing him frequently.

Somehow, there was some uneasy omen swirling in her heart, and her heart beat weakly again and again. She laughed to herself at her random thoughts and typed out the last sentence.

【Pay attention to safety.】

[Captain Pei is safe and sound.]

"An'an, would you like to have dinner together tonight?" A dance drama scriptwriter teacher came over, with a gentle and handsome appearance, and invited her.

Qi'an was thinking about Pei Xuyan and refused.

He kept pestering: "It's just a meal, I won't delay you anything."

Qi'an was very annoyed by being disturbed. She looked at the wedding ring on her right ring finger and smiled slightly, her eyes dark and clean.

"Sorry, I'm married. He doesn't let me eat alone with people of the opposite sex."

She returned to a nearby hotel, made a cup of coffee, and happened to answer a call. It was 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 accidentally dropped and fell onto the cold tiles, making a sharp sound!

The hot liquid splashed across the back of the hand, causing a burning and stinging sensation.

…

Ningcheng First Central Hospital.

Qi'an booked the fastest flight ticket that day and hurried back, took a taxi and rushed to the hospital.

It was October in my hometown and the maple forest was full. She ran in all the way, the curvature of her skirt flying in the air, like a butterfly with broken wings, pale and weak.

When walking into the hospital lobby, Qi'an stopped suddenly. She looked up and saw a news broadcast on the big screen above.

"Recently, the Criminal Investigation Brigade of our city's Ningcheng Public Security Bureau and the Jiangcheng Anti-Narcotics Brigade detected the 10.18 drug transportation and trafficking case. This case involved four provinces and nine cities. It is the largest drug-related case solved in Ningcheng in recent years..."

The reporter was introducing the situation at the scene, and the pictures on the big screen flashed quickly on the chaotic street, but Qi'an still saw the fleeting figure at a glance.

The half in the photo has a cold and sharp silhouette, a steep height, a strong black police uniform, and the police title on the epaulettes shines brightly, reflecting silver light, which penetrates the empty screen and penetrates directly into Qi An's eyes.

He just rushed forward.

Never look back.

Qi'an's breath was suffocated. She didn't know how she finished hearing the news and how she walked out of the operating room. She was in a daze and felt cold all over.

The red light kept flashing, like the god of death cruelly wielding a sickle, hanging high above the human heart.

When several members of the Criminal Investigation Brigade saw her, their eyes were filled with red bloodshot eyes, and they shouted hoarsely: "Sister-in-law."

"It's been a few hours since the operation." Qi'an murmured.

"It's three o'clock." The team member said silently, "Captain Pei is a hero, he will be fine."

Pei Xuyan stayed up for many nights and narrowly escaped death and successfully captured the leader of the criminal gang. He might have been fine.

But in order to save a six-year-old child from a heinous criminal, he fought with more than a dozen criminals with his bare hands and was stabbed seven times. He was covered in blood and did not even take a step back. With his amazing perseverance, he was in dire straits.

Counterattack, only the last breath left.

"Yes...yes...I know, I know him..."

Qi'an's hands were trembling and so was her voice. She tried her best to steady herself, but her words were incoherent and her whole body felt cold. She didn't know what to say, so she could only repeat it was okay over and over again.

She knew how much effort he put into this. He was everyone's hero, but when he died for others, did he ever think about the home behind him for a second?

The operation lasted four hours and thirty-seven minutes.

The red light went out.

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

In the next 48 hours, the danger to his life could not be ruled out. He was transferred to the ICU for observation. His family members were not allowed to visit him, and Qi An could only wait outside.

The police officer asked her to go back and rest first. Qi'an shook her head and stood outside with a very soft voice: "I will stay with him like this."

Pei Xuyan woke up three days later. At that time, Qi'an had just said goodbye to the people who came to visit him, walked back to the ward, and when she opened the door, she happened to meet his eyes.

The man was lying on the hospital bed, with fluids still being transfused on the back of his hands. His pale face could not hide his sharp temperament. His eyes were deep and dark, and he looked at her, and then a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, always flamboyant and arrogant.

He is proud and proud, as high as the sky.

"Come here and give me a hug."

“Clang——!”

The flowers Qi An held in her arms fell to the ground.

The breeze blew her hair, and the white petals fell at her feet, reflecting her skeletal ankles.

The next second, Qi'an couldn't control her body and rushed to the hospital bed. The string that had been tense for three days was completely broken at this moment, and her tears remained as if they were free: "Pei Xuyan!"

Pei Xuyan had a free hand and caressed her back, like coaxing a child. He lowered his eyes and could smell the aroma of shampoo mixed with body fragrance on her body.

The air in the ward still smells of disinfectant. The windows are half open, half of the autumn colors seep in, and the wind picks up a fallen leaf and slaps it on the window, which is a feeling of being alive.

He smiled: "Don't cry, I'm not dead yet."

The man's voice vibrated through the chest and fell on Qi'an's ears.

The girl kept sobbing and hiccupping. The butterfly bone on her back protruded slightly and covered his mouth. Her voice sounded like a complaint: "Can you speak?"
Chapter completed!