Chapter 302

Jun Jisheng lowered his head and looked at the video attentively. His light eyes blocked his eyes, so that people couldn't guess what he was thinking at the moment.

In the video, after the little girl was rescued, the camera still focused on shooting Jun Jisheng. Qin Sitong also saw herself in the video, rushed over with tension and worry on her face, looked at his injury, and then hugged him.

After the video, Jun Jisheng still hung his eyes, as if thinking about something.

"Where did you see this video?" Qin Sitong cleared his throat and broke the silence at the moment. Several days have passed since the amusement park, and the news related to it in the media has also been suppressed. Qin Sitong has never seen this video on the Internet before.

"Zi Mu sent it, saying that someone had taken a video at that time, but it had not been put on the Internet." Jun Jisheng said.

That's no wonder. It also explains Qin Sitong's previous doubts. "You were very brave at that time." she felt it.

"Brave?" he slowly raised his eyes. The Dark Phoenix eyes, like shrouded in clouds, became a little unreal. "Don't you think I would be too reckless to rush up like this?"

If he is now, he may solve it in a hundred other ways, and he won't rush up with only a toy gun.

"But at that time, you only had 6-year-old thinking. I think it's brave for a 6-year-old child to think of such a method and rush up like this." Qin Sitong asked herself at least. When she was 6 years old, she was probably too scared to move.

He lowered his head and played the video again. When the camera came back to her again and rushed in front of him, worried about his injury, his lips flashed a shallow arc, like emotion and self mockery, "At that time, I seemed very happy, but when I was really 6 years old, even if I was lying on the ground covered with blood, I'm afraid no one would care about me."

"Don't think so, your mother, she..."

"She won't!" he suddenly interrupted her, and the self mockery on the corner of his lips became stronger. "Do you know why I might look like a 6-year-old when I have a fever?"

She shook her head. At the moment, the fog in Feng's eyes was fading, but it seemed to be stained with a layer of scarlet, "Because when I was 6 years old, I was hurt by a knife, fell to the ground and rained all night. The next day, when I managed to climb back by myself, my mother saw my first sentence, which was' why aren't you dead '? Is it ridiculous?"

His voice is very low and heavy. His expression can even be said to be calm, but it seems that he can feel the struggle and pain in his words. In front of him, it seems that there is a little him, covered with blood, lying in the dark rainy night. I see him get up in a panic and walk towards home step by step

A 6-year-old child has experienced these, which makes people feel incredible.

Even more, his survival can be said to be a miracle of heaven.

She didn't know how to answer him, but instinctively raised her hand and stroked his head, stroking his hair, trying to comfort him, "don't cry, everything is over..."