Chapter 517

In a trance, I felt that I was being held tightly, hidden in a warm but apparently strange embrace.

I, like an ostrich in danger, can only hide my head deep in the sand dunes and wait for the danger to stay away after the storm.

I didn't faint for long, just a few minutes.

So when I woke up, I realized that I was being held in my arms by a young woman I didn't know.

I reached out, took her by the waist, and began to sob silently.

Perhaps at this moment, we finally understand the meaning of a word, what is sympathizing with each other!

After a few seconds, I straightened up, embarrassed to move my head away from her plump chest, stretched out my hand to wipe the residue on her shirt, my tears, but I was born again.

There, is not I Jiang Feng can touch.

"I'll do it myself. It's OK."

She forced herself to smile and give me a look worse than crying.

Take out two face tissue paper, poor young woman half turn round, wipe in front of oneself chest.

Until this time, consciousness seems to come back to my mind, but my mood after such ups and downs, it seems that there are some different places.

Do not know why, I suddenly have a feeling, Chen Qian, she should still be alive!

This feeling is so sudden, there is no sign and no reason.

But I just stubbornly think that Chen Qian, my sister Qian must still be alive!

This idea is very strange. When I didn't hear the list, I thought she had died. But now, I heard that Chen Qian's name was on the list, but after I fainted and cried, I believed she was still alive!

Sometimes people are stubborn or cling to their own psychological hints.

Even if I'm a psychologist, I have a more thorough understanding of human psychology, but I still can't avoid vulgarity.

Once again, I dial Chen Qian's mobile phone, and once again I hear the tone of "the phone you dialed can't be connected for the time being". My heart is full of mixed feelings.

At this time, many families of the victims had emotional disputes with the airport, even accompanied by physical conflicts.

Maybe they can't accept it at all, let alone relieve the pain in their hearts, so they caught the airport to vent their anger.

I look at those people who scold and cry, and have no intention to get in the past.

Now there is a ball for crying, making trouble and hanging. It doesn't help!

I understand that after missing it, no matter what I do now, it's meaningless. I've lost Qianjie forever.

Maybe what Jiang Feng can do is to wait for the news whether Chen Qian was killed to be finally verified.

While sitting, I would look at the young woman, and she would occasionally look at me, but they didn't communicate with each other any more.

Because we don't know what to do next?

Is it waiting to collect the bones of the dead?

But where did the plane die? How far is it from Xianyang International Airport? Can those bones be distinguished? How long does it take?

…

Who can answer these questions?

I don't know how long we waited until the last flight to Xianyang International Airport landed today. We didn't hear any news about flight C189 from the loudspeakers in the reception hall again.

The airport and the airline where flight C189 is located also sent a large number of staff to appease the families of the victims, and even many heads of state units rushed here one after another to comfort the poor people like me and the young women around me.

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The hall was still noisy until late at night.

I finally got up, ready to go out.

I have to admit that, even if the hope in my heart still exists, objectively, I have given up, give up very thoroughly!

I once imagined that Chen Qian would miss the plane for some special reasons, and then when I was waiting, I suddenly got a call from her, and even her extremely sexy body appeared in front of me just like before.

However, five or six hours have passed since the normal arrival time of the plane. Chen Qian and I still can't get in touch.

So, with the passage of time, a little bit of hope escaped from my heart, and I was no longer as full of fantasy as before.

In fact, I have accepted the fact that Chen Qian died.

I straightened my clothes, turned to the young woman who was in a trance like me and said, "do you want to go with me? There seems to be no point in staying here... "

I don't know what the relationship is between her and the person she is waiting for, but I know that Chen Qian and I are not so righteous.

Who is Jiang Feng? Who is she to me?

I know very well that even if someone needs to clean up the corpse in the end, whether it's Chen Qian's family or the representative of the party organization Shashan women's prison, they are all qualified to do it, but it won't be Jiang Feng's turn.Because I'm not Qianjie.

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That kind of uncomfortable feeling finally oppressed me so that I could not stay here any more, and had no courage to verify any situation.

In fact, Chen Qian's lack of news has already explained everything.

Hearing what I said, the young woman looked up at me, her sad eyes almost made me cry again.

"Where should I go if I can't get him? You let me go You tell me where I should go

Her words sounded like a reproach to me, but they left me speechless.

But I can't blame her, because the sadness she faces is no less than me, and even the person she lost is more important than Chen Qian to me.

I sighed and shook my head. I gently hugged her again and said, "take care!"

Turned face, I did not look at her again, strode toward the door of the reception hall.

The night is deep and quiet. Why do I feel so lonely and sad?

I didn't go to those taxis waiting to pick up the guests for the first time. I found a smoking spot and looked at the mobile phone that was about to run out of electricity again and again, trying to calm down

Smoke began to curl around me. I smoked one after another. I don't know if there were seven or eight cigarettes. Until the last cigarette in the cigarette box burned out, I tightened the collar of my T-shirt and walked slowly towards the night.

I don't know when I found that I was always followed by a fiery red sports car. It should be in a low speed state and drive very slowly. It's almost like a cochlear.

This sports car kept a distance of four or five meters from me, and followed me like that.

I dodged a few steps to the side of the road, thinking whether I was in the way of someone else, but the other party was embarrassed to whistle, which just followed me.

But the big red sports car didn't pass me like a gust of wind. Instead, it drove over and stopped beside me.

The window of the driver's seat fell, and a grumpy female voice rang, "come with me, OK?"