Chapter 61: Tears

Also mixed with a touch of alcohol.
Normally, it takes at least two hours for a fire to reach this level, but if there is a ignitor, it is completely different.
Meng Ting's bedroom was the last to burn.
The door was almost surrounded by fire.
At this time, if the door is opened to cause air convection, the fire may swallow her in an instant. Meng Ting covered his nose and mouth and stepped back to his bedroom.
The pain of being surrounded by fire in the previous life, the memory of suffocation and pain that had fainted under the dense smoke became clear for an instant.
At that time she had already ran out, but heard Shu Lan calling for help.
Meng Ting rushed into the fire again with wet sheets, wrapped Shu Lan tightly, and sent her out.
Later it hurts, my body hurts and my face hurts.
Meng Ting's heart beats suddenly. The butterfly effect originally needed only a small change, but fires still occurred in this life. Still in the dry summer, not the winter of the last life.
In other words, the fire was man-made.
It's Shulan!
Meng Ting gritted his teeth and poured the water from the kettle in the room on the pillow towel, then covered his mouth and nose.
There was a burst of black smoke from the fire, and most of the house was already on fire.
She could only choose to crawl along the floor that was not on fire and crawl towards the door. If the glass window breaks, the room will flash over.
Most people were not burned to death in the end, but inhaled a lot of dense smoke before they burned to death.
The air is as high as fifty degrees.
The moisture in the towel evaporates quickly, and she can gradually smell the burnt smoke in the air.
When I finally reached the door, the moisture in the towel had almost evaporated.
Opening the door is the only way to survive.
Meng Ting held the doorknob, and the hot temperature of the handle made her tears go down. With a click, the door opened. She hadn't had time to be happy, but the next second, the door couldn't be opened.
The security door is like a heavy boulder, blocking the way of life.
She held back her fear and turned her head back in tears.
The tongue of fire has spread.
Meng Ting could only squat down and try not to faint. However, the last moisture of the towel was evaporated, and she exhausted all her strength, but still could not open the door.
Meng was so scared.
The fear of being swallowed by the fire made her want to cry. But it was no use crying. She could not make a sound, and there was no way out. The door had to be opened.
The oxygen is getting less and less.
She thought a lot when she had trouble breathing.
Thinking of the pain in her last life, knowing that her face was burned, and that Dad Shu resolutely said to treat her, she couldn't cry.
Finally, Shu's father died and Du Dongliang came to collect the debt.
A person's life is really short, so short that she has not had time to grow up, without experiencing all the warmth and happiness in the world, it came to an end.
In the autumn of that year, she could set foot on the university campus, study, work, and then fall in love and get married.
But in the end, he was forced to leave his hometown and became happy and strong again.
She thought a lot.
Finally, I remembered Jiang Ren from that year in his previous life.
She didn't like him the way she does now. When she was in fear and despair in the fire, he set foot on the way back to city b. She never saw him again.
But Meng Ting would rather this time, he is also on his way home.
The boy who waited for her for days and nights in the town where the pear blossoms were in full bloom would eat her leftover buns in the early morning.
Her tears flowed out, Meng Ting never thought about it. On the front line of life and death, she thinks most about Jiang Ren.
It's just Jiang Ren.
When Meng Ting's consciousness gradually became blurred, the last thing he heard was the sound of an approaching fire truck.
It came faster than the fire truck, but it was a cold embrace.
In the overwhelming fire.
Fang Liang is upset.
The glass windows finally couldn't stand the high temperature explosion.
After the harsh, terrible blast.
The world is completely dark.
She seemed to be in a person's arms, and the world was quiet. Time became very slow and slow for a moment, and in the scorching heat, his wet arms were cold.
Only a drop of hot water fell on his cheek. It was so hot that her heart trembled slightly.
There were noisy footsteps.
Gradually there was sky light.
She dimly heard a hoarse and gentle voice: "Listen..."
Well, don't be afraid, I'm fine.
That dream seems to be long.
"Listen!"
Who is calling her?
When she woke up, the nurse breathed a sigh of relief. The smell of disinfectant replaces the smell of thick smoke, and every time I breathe, my throat is a sharp pain.
The young nurse hurriedly said: "Eh, don't move, you inhaled a lot of toxic gas during the fire, and your throat was swollen. Yes, breathe slowly, don't worry."
Fortunately, the little girl is smart and knows that she can't breathe in toxic gases and doesn't suffocate.
Seeing Meng Ting's breathing slowed down, the nurse said in a brisk tone: "I have checked your body, it's nothing serious. I'll call a doctor, oh yes, your family is still outside. I have been guarding you for a long time. Don't worry. , Your family is fine."
Meng Ting used her lips to say thank you.
She has a sore throat that she can't make a sound even if she wants to.
Meng Ting has many questions that he wants to ask, such as, who took her out in the end? In the last life, she was rescued by the desperate fire brigade captain. Is this still true?
She raised her hand and touched her cheek.
The sun was shining in the afternoon, sprinkling on the window. Occasionally a few sparrows stayed and fluttered away.
The cheeks under her palm were soft, and except for her sore throat and dizziness, there was no pain at all on her body. Compared with the extreme pain of waking up in the previous life, this fire is like a long and weird dream.
She did not have an accident, nor was she disfigured.
When Dad Shu came in with red eyes, he didn't know where to put his hands and feet. When he saw her, the middle-aged man held back his tears and said mildly, "Listen, is there any discomfort?"
Meng Ting smiled and shook his head, then pointed to his throat and told him-I'm fine, but I can't speak for a while.
Many people are here.
The fire burned swiftly, not only the house where Shu's father had rented, but also the people upstairs and downstairs.
Shu Yang looked at Meng Ting silently, his eyes flushed, but his face was pale. The teenager's face was dark and gray. There was silence in his eyes.
Father Shu seemed to be much older in an instant.
He gently touched Meng Ting's hair: "Sleep for a while, Dad will buy you some porridge."
Meng Ting asked him laboriously, "Who saved me?"
Father Shu said in a coaxing tone: "Uncle Fireman."
Meng Ting nodded and closed his eyes.
She is too tired.
Shu Yang closed the door and hit the wall with a fist. His voice trembled: "Dad, it was my sister who set the fire. At that time, I saw that the house was burning, and ran back quickly. She grabbed me. I haven't seen her yet."
Shu Zhitong wiped his face and remained silent. No one understands his heartache at the moment.
Meng Ting is his daughter, and Shu Lan is also his daughter. But because he didn't teach well, a little girl would set fire to her sister.
Fortunately, nothing happened.
But Shulan was a crime!
Shu Zhitong trembled and said, "Call the police."
He also hoped that it wasn't Shu Lan, but if it really was, then no matter who it was, he should be punished.
Shu Yang didn't turn his head and said, "With such a big fire, both upstairs and downstairs have already called the police."
Shu Zhitong didn't say a word, he went downstairs to feed Bombay to Mumbai.
The ward of Meng Ting has been very lively these days, and the head teacher and classmates have all come. The fire almost went on TV, and the school automatically collected donations for their family.
Teacher Fan touched her hair, her always serious face was so gentle for the first time: "Hold your throat well and come back to class a few days later. Everyone misses you very much. Here is the school donation, not much, just 50,000 yuan, yes Everyone’s mind."
Meng Ting nodded, his lips curled, and his brown eyes were clean and gentle.
She said softly, "Thank you teacher."
The voice is hoarse and distressing.
Zhao Nuancheng lay in front of the hospital bed and smiled: "Don't be sad, you will get better. Many classmates have asked me to give you a message. Look at this little book, it is a blessing from everyone."
Meng Ting took the notebook, and every page opened was a different handwriting.
The students write very seriously.
Such as get well soon, come on, Goddess Meng Ting, get better sooner and so on.
The last four characters-waiting for you to come back.
"The second place in our class owes you, saying you have to get better soon, otherwise he will be the first."
With sore eyes, Meng Ting nodded with a smile while holding the white notebook.
Zhao Nuancheng and the others are gone, and there are many uncles and aunts from Shu Zhitong's laboratory.
Meng Ting's body is not serious, but he has to observe and observe if he inhales harmful gases to prevent any effects, plus a sore throat. The uncles and aunts bought flowers and fruits, and the ward was almost out of stock.
Shu Zhitong thanked him one by one.
This is how the world is warm and cold.
There are always not as many bad people as good people.
When everyone was gone, the ward finally calmed down. Shu Yang sat on the head of her bed and peeled apples for her. When the light came in, her face was delicate and beautiful. And because of the illness, there was a faint and beautiful appearance.
Meng Ting picked up a pen and wrote on the paper--
[Where's Jiang Ren?]
Shu Yang paused when he peeled the apple. The peel of the apple was broken. He picked it up and threw it into the trash can: "I don't know, he has never been here, I didn't lie to you."
Meng Ting would ask such a sentence every day after waking up.
She always writes quietly on paper--
[Where is Jiang Ren? 】
[Is he here today? 】
After getting the answer of denial, she stopped asking. Quiet and obediently out of place, Shu's father hadn't had a good night's sleep for a long time, until she got better, Shu Zhitong breathed a sigh of relief and took a nap.
But today, she was unexpectedly stubborn, and Juanxiu wrote in her handwriting [Why didn’t he come? 】
Her eyes are clean and her skin is pale. Like a porcelain beauty, Shu Yang's appearance was reflected in his brown eyes, and Shu Yang suddenly felt a little sad.
He pursed his lips: "I don't know, many people have come, but he hasn't come. He has a bad reputation, so he just plays for fun. If he doesn't come, then forget him. Sister."
He called his sister for the first time, but he looked up and saw the water in her big eyes.
She lowered her eyes, tears falling on the notebook, word by word, too serious. Tears fainted the handwriting, and he could see what she wrote--
【He is not】
Meng listened to get out of bed and put on shoes.
In midsummer, the sun hangs high outside.
She was also wearing a hospital gown with blue and white stripes.
The girl's skin is very white, and her lips are lightly pink. She has a slender waist, and her exposed arms are delicate and delicate.
She did this suddenly, and Shu Yang was shocked: "What are you doing?"
She lowered her eyes, exposed her white instep, put on her shoes, and her voice was dumb: "I'll go find him."
She always felt that it was not a dream, nor an illusion caused by her despair.
If it weren't for him, what were the cold and tight arms and the hot tears falling on her cheeks?
But if it is really him.
Why did everyone say that the firefighters arrived in time and took her out of the coma.