Chapter 515

As is common in TV dramas, when the female owner hears the news that the male owner has hung up on the phone, the mobile phone will slip from her hand, but the female owner always keeps the posture of calling and doesn't move for a long time.

Xia Xiaoyun is like that now. Her face is numb and her eyes are dull. It seems that the earth has stopped running.

Laura quickly picked up her cell phone and went aside to ask in a low voice.

Xia Xiaoyun didn't know what Laura asked and how long she asked.

Even when her eyes finally moved, she found that she had sat back at the stone table and looked at the pomegranate tree.

The leaves of the pomegranate tree are still fresh and green, and the flowers are as red as fire. Everything has not changed, but it seems to have lost the vitality before Xia Xiaoyun called, just like a pot of plastic flowers.

After hearing the man say that Fang Yuan is dead, Xia Xiaoyun's subconscious mind doesn't have even a little doubt that the other party is lying to her.

Because before that, she was inexplicably restless and irritable.

That's a bad feeling.

The hunch came true. She deliberately blocked it, but the area closely related to her died.

Laura came over, put her cell phone on the stone table and whispered, "President Xia, everything is clear."

"He's lying to me!"

Staring at Xia Xiaoyun of pomegranate flowers, she suddenly looked up at Laura, her face full of urgency and even begging, and asked hurriedly, "right?"

Laura closed her mouth tightly, didn't speak, just lowered her head.

Xia Xiaoyun slowly regained her wooden look on her face and looked at the pomegranate flower again.

"President Xia, I'm sorry for the change --"

Looking at the pomegranate flowers with dull eyes, she didn't move, but her chest fluctuated violently. As soon as Laura whispered an advice, Xia Xiaoyun stood up and said in a dumb voice, "I'm going to the northeast, now!"

"OK, I'll arrange it right away."

Laura nodded without hesitation.

The sun, which was still shining just now, suddenly became dim. There were large black clouds floating rapidly from the northwest, accompanied by a faint dull thunder.

The dim sunshine sprinkled on the pomegranate tree, blurred the red flower, and slowly disappeared from Xia Xiaoyun's sight. She could not see a little red color, but could clearly hear her own cry.

When people are in complete despair, crying is just an instinctive reaction.

Although crying will only slow down the running speed and make the retreat team that the soldiers are trying to maintain chaotic again, people still can't help crying, including Zong Xiaoyan, who is "live broadcasting".

The high-heeled shoes on her feet had long been thrown away. The chaotic team fleeing South was like the turbulent and turbid river water, which made her unable to stop and check her sprained right ankle. She could only be pushed to the South passively.

"Xiao Yan, Xiao Yan, catch me, catch me!"

Wu Guanghai, who was carrying the camera, had a hoarse voice for a long time. The famous brand shirt he bought in pursuit of Zong Xiaoyan, was now instinctively scratched by people in chaos, tearing it up like a sack film.

But even so, he still held the camera in his arms and, like a wounded beast, desperately approached Zong Xiaoyan, who had pursued him for two years and did not give him a "comfort Award".

"Wu Guanghai, come here, come -- ah!"

Like a leaf floating by the turbid current, Zong Xiaoyan tried her best to stretch out her right hand to Wu Guanghai who was close to her, but just when her hands were about to grasp, she accidentally stepped into a small pit in the field. Her right ankle, which had been sprained long ago, hurt. She shouted and squatted on the ground.

It's normal to squat down with sore feet.

But in the current environment, it is quite abnormal - tens of thousands of chaotic citizens are gushing southward like a turbulent river. Anyone squatting or falling will be a fatal disaster.

Seeing that there were at least seven or eight feet, he was about to step on Zong Xiaoyan, ruthlessly step on her to the ground and turn her into a -- Wu Guanghai suddenly pushed away the people in front, rushed to kneel on the ground, opened his hands to protect Zong Xiaoyan in his arms, and shouted, "protect women and children, protect women and children!"

Click!

I don't know when there was a thunderbolt in the cloudy sky. When Wu Guanghai shouted the first sentence, tens of thousands of people on the scene cheered up, and all the movements and sounds of running, pushing and crying were instinctively stagnant.

So the sentence that Wu Guanghai shouted for the second time sounded so clear.

"Protect women and children!"

I don't know who it was. When the people were about to recover their panic, they used up all their strength in time and shouted at the top of their voice.

Immediately, a number of people who still retained a trace of reason shouted in unison: "protect women and children! Don't mess, don't mess! "

Fear is like a plague. The more people, the less calm they are, the faster fear spreads.

Similarly, calming has the same effect - when tens of thousands of chaotic residents hear the correct call, they will instinctively do so, so as to quickly calm down: Yes, the more chaotic, the slower the retreat.

"Line up, line up! Don't panic, everyone, look at me, look at the red flag in my hand! "

There was a sonorous and powerful roar. When we instinctively looked over there, we saw a red flag flying in the wind, but it was pulled by an officer with both hands and lifted up by several soldiers, higher than everyone else.

"Don't look elsewhere, just look at the red flag, follow the red flag, go!"

The military tried to straighten up the exhausted body, raised the red flag as high as possible with both hands, waved it against the wind, and the red flag sounded.

miracle.

This is definitely a miracle.

When tens of thousands of confused and frightened people were stunned by a thunder explosion, Wu Guanghai's roar sounded, and then several people responded in unison. Finally, the officer grabbed the most appropriate time, waved the red flag and stood high, so that all the citizens could look at the red flag and have the backbone.

No one was pushing, crying and shouting. Everyone looked up at the red flag and stretched out their hands to hold the people next to them -- everyone was hand in hand, just like a sailboat that can go down after rushing through a dangerous beach, very calm and orderly.

The scribe held his beloved girl in his arms. Wu Guanghai whispered, "hold my neck."

The girl hugged his neck with her left hand and picked up the camera from the ground with her right hand. However, her eyes were always staring at this face, showing deep feelings that words could not describe.

This face is dirty and fat. It has a garlic nose and small eyes. It looks like Jackie Chan. Zong Xiaoyan used to glance at her mouth once.

But now, the girl thinks this face is the best and most beautiful face in the world.

In my mind, there is a sentence that I forget where to look: when a man can protect you regardless of everything when you are most dangerous, you can marry him.

"Look, what are you looking at -- many faces are dirty."

Zong Xiaoyan looked a little flustered. Wu Guanghai stammered and hurriedly raised his head to look at the red flag that was constantly waving.

"Silly, of course I'm looking at you."

Zong Xiaoyan raised her hand and put it on the young man's face. When she was about to wipe it for him, her eyes suddenly coagulated, and her mouth grew up. It seemed that she saw a ghost coming from behind Wu Guanghai.

"What's the matter?"

After discovering the girl's abnormal look, Wu Guanghai subconsciously looked back and asked, "what's the matter?"

"You, look at the black smoke over there!"

Zong Xiaoyan's voice was shaking.

"Black smoke? What happened to the black smoke? It's black, it's black. "

Wu Guanghai answered foolishly.

"The black smoke is very black... But there is no fire."

Zong Xiaoyan seemed afraid to speak, and her voice trembled even more.

"No fire?"

Wu Guanghai looked at the parrot river reservoir for a moment and suddenly screamed, "look -- the volcano!"

The young man took the lead again.

The people around him followed his raised hand and looked at the volcano.

"No, no fire, no fire!"

Wu Guanghai shouted. At the end, his voice was hoarse and couldn't hear clearly.

But everyone heard it very clearly.

No fire?

The flame that was still red in the black smoke just now is really gone!

"No fire, no fire!"

"There is no fire!"

The sound of no fire, just like the wind blowing across the sea, spread and echoed among the crowd at the fastest speed.

There was a flash of fire, and there was no fire in the black smoke that was about to erupt magma -- even a fool could understand what it meant at this time.

The black smoke without flashing fire is just the black smoke polluting the environment, which can not pose a direct threat to mankind at all.

How can a volcano that is about to erupt and can kill all life within a few kilometers in just ten seconds suddenly stop?

No one asked and thought about it.

Tens of thousands of people struggling in front of the gate of death looked up at the other side, and cheers roared when another thunder burst and rain drops the size of soybeans fell from the sky.

People went crazy again, holding their hands high, looking up to the sky, cheering and jumping in an exaggerated way they could express, and they didn't care about the torrential rain.

"The volcano stopped erupting, stopped erupting, we don't have to die, we don't have to die!"

Wu Guanghai hugged the girl and jumped up, but then fell to the ground.

"Dead, you're going to kill me!"

The girl raised her head and the water stains on her face. She didn't know whether it was rain or tears, but her smiling face must be ten thousand times brighter than the most beautiful flowers in the world.

Wu Guanghai was stunned and then lowered his head like a ghost.

When he caught the soft lip, his subconscious thought there would be a slap in the face.

No,

There was only the girl's enthusiastic response.

Just when he felt suffocated, the girl pushed him away and complained, "is it over yet? Still, don't you pick up the machine and continue working? "

"It's not over, it's not over!"

Wu Guanghai roared low and lowered his head again.

He always looked up at the faucet on the other side of the parrot river reservoir. When the third thunder sounded, he tried to straighten his waist, and finally bent down. His feet were soft -- the black suit next to him helped him in time, choking and saying, "we, we're all right!"

"Yes, we're all right."

The faucet murmured, raised his hand, pushed open the black suit and leaned against the door. His old face, which had never expressed any expression, also showed a morbid red.

Without looking in the mirror, Qin Xiaobing also knows his little face. It must be as red as a little apple.

This is a phenomenon only when she is extremely ecstatic. She suddenly hugged a sister, closed her eyes, jumped up madly, and screamed, "Oh, oh!"