Subordinate Doting - Chap 165
He lowered his head and froze for two seconds, then suddenly raised his hand and slapped himself hard, feeling the pain.
Not dead yet…
What about He Zhuo? Where is He Zhuo?
He wasn’t on the train, he didn’t leave Neville, he carried everyone back, where would he be now?
As soon as this name popped up in my mind, my heart began to ache.
Ji Tingyu turned his head as if he was summoned and looked at the highest snow-capped mountain behind him, remembering what he once said: If I fail to win you back until the last moment, I hope to be buried together with you.
Ji Tingyu closed his eyes resolutely, lowered his head to pierce the airbag, grabbed the grass roots outside and dragged himself out of the car window, then rushed towards the snow-capped mountains like a madman.
He fell countless times along the way, blood from his forehead dripped all the way down his chin, his legs were numb from the pain, so he used his hands to dig up the snow to climb up.
Half a year ago, on the day they first met, he was surrounded from the front and back by battlefield hunters, and it was He Zhuo who rushed down the snowy mountain towards him.
Now, it was his turn to run up the mountain towards He Zhuo.
Brother… no matter what you want to do, please wait for me…
Chapter 66 I am the Kitten God!
A light snow began to fall from the sky, and strong winds blew the snow particles downward at an angle.
Ji Tingyu climbed up the snow slope, one step deep and one step shallow, and ran face to face with the snow and wind howling from the top of the mountain.
It was as if countless cow-hair steel needles were densely packed in his face and neck, causing a stinging pain.
His eyebrows and eyelashes were covered with thick white frost, his lips were so purple and red that they were cracked and bleeding, and his hands were frozen, digging into the snow like black chicken claws.
I have never been so embarrassed in my two lifetimes combined.
He was hunched over, and every step he took was extremely difficult. He fell down countless times, his face was bruised and purple, and blood would come out of his mouth when he opened it. But after standing up, he continued to move forward without stopping for a second.
I remembered a lot of things along the way.
All the events of the past six months mixed with memories of past lives were about to burst his already overwhelmed brain. The profile images he had made specifically for He Zhuo were playing in his mind like flying film.
On the swaying truck, he raised his fingers, which were full of the smell of gunpowder, to touch the corners of his eyes, and said in such a lonely tone: “I almost rushed down the mountain seven times, just to protect someone I wanted to protect.”
After dealing with the first wave of battlefield hunters, he turned into a giant wolf and carried himself on his back, running wildly in the snowy night, and promised in a calm and ordinary voice: “I am not someone else. I will never betray you even if I die.”
The second wave of battlefield hunters chased him to the windbreak cave. He blocked the cave entrance and said goodbye to himself. Tears flooded his ice-blue animal eyes: “I don’t understand why God gave me the opportunity to find you, but only let me see you once…”
Later, they escaped death, and kept each other warm with their naked bodies. He patted her back again and again, and comforted her with a gentle voice that almost drowned her: “Don’t be afraid, I won’t disappear, I will make your life full of happiness and joy.”
He kept every word he said. He loved Ji Tingyu unreservedly and protected his press department.
He never asked for anything, but would be foolishly happy for a long time if he got a jade bell.
He simply wanted to stay with the kitten that he had given everything for forever. This was the only meaning of his paranoid and barren life.
So where could he go when Ji Tingyu drove him away?
There is only one way out: death.
When he thought of this, endless sadness exploded in Ji Tingyu’s heart like a bomb. Big drops of tears fell on the snow, burning shallow pits in the cold snow.
He had already climbed to the top of the mountain. Facing the biting cold wind, he looked around, but saw nothing but white and no trace of He Zhuo.
”He Zhuo… where are you…”
The cat stumbled and screamed, tripped over rocks, and fell headfirst into the snow, almost in despair.
Suddenly, a familiar smell was blown to my nose by the wind.
He went from being dazed to being stunned, his eyes gradually became clear, and he straightened his upper body bit by bit. His scarred body was like a tattered flag that was raised again, and he rushed towards the direction of the wind without hesitation.
I don’t know how long I ran, but I finally saw two people and a coffin on a mountain peak fifty meters away from me. He Zhuo was sitting in the coffin, holding a glass of white wine in his hand, slowly bringing it to his mouth.
”don’t want!”
He didn’t dare to think about what was in the wine glass, and shouted with his last bit of strength, but the oncoming wind blew his voice behind him and could not be transmitted forward.
”Drink, get drunk, and take care of all your affairs after death.” Sangka on the opposite side was twisting a string of Buddhist beads in his hand, chanting “rebirth” calmly.
He Zhuo was wearing a thin coat, with his eyes half closed, and his heart was dead. He held the glass of wine without even asking what it was, and raised his head to pour the wine into his mouth.
The next second, the whistling sound of gunfire scraped across the eardrum.
I felt my palm violently shaken, and the wine glass broke into several pieces in an instant. The sparks burned through my two fingertips. I raised my eyes in a trance and saw the person I had been thinking about day and night running towards me from the chaotic wind and snow.
”He Zhuo…”
Ji Tingyu was like a little animal that finally found its nest, calling out his name sadly.
He Zhuo reacted almost subconsciously and opened his arms to catch him.
The cat used all its strength to knock the coffin over. The two of them lay across the coffin, hugging each other, one feeling cold and the other feeling hot.
He Zhuo had a high fever and was not conscious. He thought he was dreaming about being held by his father: “Am I dead, or am I just having a last breath…”
Ji Tingyu’s heart was about to break and he shook his head desperately.
”Not dead, not dead, I’m just hugging you.”
He Zhuo smiled, spoke slowly, and breathed slowly, just like when he was in front of his grave before parachuting in his previous life: “Why are you running so fast? You’ve lost a lot of blood. How can I feel at ease when you can’t take care of yourself?”
Ji Tingyu spoke without any clue and in a hurry.
”I found a new team doctor and conducted a quality assessment. I asked him a question: what is the last feeling of a person before he is burned to death? He said it would be very hot.”
