my dream space

Chapter 126 It Doesn't Matter If It's You

"I don't know why, the right words always arrive late, and the most appropriate opportunity is missed." - "The Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage"

Because the beach is only a few hundred meters away from the hotel, everyone except An Ran didn't bring a mobile phone.Seeing that the rain was getting heavier, everyone hurried back to the hotel first, but they didn't get the news of Ji Xiaoxuan's return from Uncle An Ran;
When everyone was about to go out to look for Ji Xiaoxuan, there was a sudden thunder and lightning, and the sky was already pouring rain. The storm came in an instant, and the violent wind was howling. Everyone couldn't help worrying about Ji Xiaoxuan's safety.

"Now we can only look for it separately," Xia Kun called Tu Wei, and Uncle Anran also called a few guys from the hotel to search together. Of course Lin Anran and the others didn't want to just stay in the hotel like this, but Xia Kun It was banned by the order, "It's raining heavily outside now, you can't have any accidents, so you can't take care of it."

"It doesn't matter! I won't hold back! One more person also has an extra pair of eyes. I organized this trip plan. If there is any accident with the squad leader, I will definitely not be able to forgive myself for being on the sidelines."

Lin Anran did not back down from Xia Kun here, and looked directly into Xia Kun's eyes with firm eyes.

"Okay...but you must follow me closely and don't run around."

"I know." Lin Anran nodded vigorously.

Originally, Zhao Qingsi and Zhu Li also said that they would go out together to help with the search, but Xia Kun was tough this time and refused to agree. In the end, he only took Lin Anran out. As soon as everyone left the hotel wearing the ponchos prepared by Aunt Jiaojiao, they immediately The strong wind blew over the umbrella.

What a strong wind...is this a typhoon?So there will be a typhoon here?

Everyone went in different directions and searched for Ji Xiaoxuan's figure along the beach. Xia Kun and Lin Anran separated. The sound was so loud that even if Ji Xiaoxuan was nearby, it was impossible to distinguish Lin Anran's voice from the sound of the rain.

Even so, Lin Anran still did not give up, her calling became louder and louder each time, almost shouting at the top of her lungs, Xia Kun held Lin Anran's hand tightly, and walked with her in the pouring rain.

Ji Xiaoxuan has always given people the impression of being a very rational being. If you think about it carefully, where would she go if she suddenly left without saying goodbye?Going to the bathroom?No, she should have known to come back; to go shopping?No, that's the same thing... Can't make it back to the hotel in time to take shelter from the rain somewhere?No, judging from the distance, there should be enough time to get back before it rains heavily...

Xia Kunduo wanted to sleep at this time and ask Ji Xiaoxuan in his dream how he would answer this question, but the current situation obviously did not allow him to do so.

But at this moment, the scene of Ji Xiaoxuan in that nightmare suddenly appeared in Xia Kun's mind.

"I hate the feeling of being in water."

Ji Xiaoxuan once said that.

But that's what the rational Ji Xiaoxuan would say.

Just like Xia Kun will also show his emotional side, wouldn't Ji Xiaoxuan also have it?

The feeling that arises spontaneously after reading a novel. Although this reasoning is quite absurd, it is not entirely——

Xia Kun changed his mind, shifted his gaze, and swept from the beach to the distant sea—with the help of the potion of insight, his sharp gaze could penetrate the rain curtain to the entire sea level—finally, his eyes lit up.

Xia Kun shouted loudly to Lin Anran beside him, "Go back and call for help! She is at sea."

"At sea?!" Lin Anran followed Xia Kun's gaze and saw a group of dark figures in the hazy rainstorm. "Is that Ji Xiaoxuan? How could she be in that place..."

Xia Kun had already loosened his protection for Lin Anran at this time. He took off his poncho and walked towards the sea despite the violent storm.

"Xia Kun! I'll save her! You can't swim!"

Lin Anran caught up with Xia Kun and was about to rush into the sea in a hurry, but was grabbed by Xia Kun, "Haven't you heard that sentence? Those who drown are people who can swim."

"But you can't swim, so you can't help—"

Lin Anran's words stopped abruptly - because when Xia Kun rushed towards the black spot, he picked up the life preserver left on the beach.

Although Xia Kun's water skills are extremely poor, he has learned the theoretical knowledge of swimming very well. He carried the life buoy and swam desperately towards Ji Xiaoxuan.

At this time, the sea water had just covered Ji Xiaoxuan's chest, her clothes had been soaked by the downpour, and her loose hair was sticking to her cheeks and temples. His awe-inspiring eyes were also empty and lifeless, as if he had encountered some kind of curse.

"Ji Xiaoxuan?!"

Xia Kun, who took a breath and roared again, was full of energy. This roar also pulled Ji Xiaoxuan out of his confused state.

She seemed to have woken up, and suddenly turned her head to look at Xia Kun, revealing a look of help that was almost impossible to appear on her face, like a stray cat's weak look for help.

However, Xia Kun subconsciously felt that he had seen Ji Xiaoxuan's expression before.

Xia Kun stretched out his arms to Ji Xiaoxuan, just like in Ji Xiaoxuan's nightmare, Ji Xiaoxuan wanted him to play the role. At this moment, a big wave suddenly hit, Xia Kun quickly wiped his face after choking on a big mouthful of seawater, but when he When he looked up again, Ji Xiaoxuan had disappeared from the sea where he was standing.

Well……

He could still vaguely hear An Rancong's shout in the rain, and Xia Kun couldn't leave much time for rational thinking at this moment. He held the life buoy in one hand, and recalled the swimming knowledge Lin Anran taught him in his mind, deeply. Taking a breath and holding it, he plunged into the water.

Contrary to what everyone imagined, Ji Xiaoxuan was never a young lady with strict family education.

Although their family is indeed very wealthy, most of their assets come from their mother's generous academic bonuses. Ji's father hardly meets his daughter more than ten times a year.

Although the weekly phone contact has almost never stopped, her impression of her father has always been very vague.

In order to fill the void of fatherly love, Ji Xiaoxuan's mother, Yi Ling, would take her with her wherever she went when she was alive.

But he just took her with him.

Moreover, it was also the reason why Ji Xiaoxuan, who was only 9 years old at the time, witnessed her mother's death from illness. She struggled with severe acute asthma attacks and continued to look terrified. A lingering nightmare.

Sudden storms, noisy beaches.

This is exactly what happened when my mother died of illness.

"So...it's PTSD, right?"

Ji Xiaoxuan slowly opened his eyes.

Although the storm had ended by this time, the sky was still cloudy.

Ji Xiaoxuan was lying on a golden beach.

Beads of soaking water slid down someone's cheek and dripped on her face.

Xia Kun landed on all fours, propped on top of Ji Xiaoxuan's body, his blue face and pale lips were trembling all the time.

"PTSD, which is [post-traumatic stress disorder], I learned about it in the psychology textbook that Sister Meng gave me, which is--"

"You saw the dream I just had when I was in a coma, right?"

Xia Kun smiled miserably, and nodded to Ji Xiaoxuan with difficulty.

"I'm sorry... I'm really sorry."

"It's okay," Ji Xiaoxuan turned her head slightly, her eyes moved, even if she deviated from her sight, Xia Kun's eyes were all in her eyes, "If it's you, it's okay—"

As soon as Ji Xiaoxuan finished speaking, Xia Kun suddenly groaned. His limbs could no longer support his body. He sank slowly and leaned against Ji Xiaoxuan's body.

At this time, the colorless classmate Ji Xiaoxuan was already stained red by Xia Kun's hot blood.

A wooden stick was pierced through his right waist and lower abdomen, and the wound was bloody and bloody.

　The abuse this time was not because I was hit after the breakup. This was a preset plot that was closely related to the main line of the story. Really, it was not because I was hit.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)