Everest

Geng Aiqing is not very familiar with Li Laisheng. Before coming to Mount Everest, the only interaction with him was that he had cooperated on a small or big project. Later, he met a few times at several business receptions. Due to his seniority and Mr. Li's relatively low-key personality, Geng Aiqing didn't have a deep impression of him. After knowing that he is a mountaineering enthusiast, Geng Aiqing started to make friends. Did he talk about the same president circle? No, it's not easy to meet someone who is also interested in mountaineering, not to mention that Mr. Li seems to be a senior level, much more professional than him. If he had known about this earlier, Geng Aiqing would definitely visit Mr. Li in advance. Exchange experience.

After a hasty meeting at the camp, Geng Aiqing didn't have time to chat with him. Li Laisheng took the climbing team including Wu Wei up the mountain, and they never saw each other again. Geng Aiqing thought he could only wait to go back Then find a time to get to know each other, but unexpectedly, that short meeting turned out to be their last meeting.

Geng Aiqing was still a little dazed after hearing what Pei Lei had said. He felt that he hadn't woken up yet, so he tugged at Shen Biwen next to him in a daze: "What did Uncle Pei just say? Something happened to Mr. Li?"

Shen Biwen and Li are always old friends, and he was surprised when he heard this at first. He had no time to explain to Geng Aiqing, nodded his head hastily, and ran towards the crowded place over there, and the tiny snowflakes poured into Geng Aiqing. His neck froze for a moment. Looking at the noisy voices over there, he felt an inexplicable chill. The last time he was woken up at night was an accident on the mountain, and the deceased was sent down. Geng Aiqing remembers it clearly Chu, he even asked someone to deliver the cigarettes after the incident. In just a few days, this kind of thing happened again, and the person who had the accident this time was not a stranger, but someone he knew.

This is a very indescribable feeling of fear, as if the friend who was talking to you in the last second fell to the ground and stopped breathing. This is completely different from the feeling of witnessing the death of a stranger, standing on the sidelines You can be rational and empathetic from the perspective of the reader, but once this kind of thing happens around you, you may not be able to become rational for a while, even though Geng Aiqing kept telling herself in her heart that Mr. Li and him are just acquaintances , at least not too intimately.

"What's wrong?" Lin Sheng also got out of the tent, saw Geng Aiqing, walked over and asked.

The familiar voice relieved Geng Aiqing a little bit of psychological pressure: "I heard that Mr. Li had an accident. Just now, Uncle Pei and Shen Biwen have passed by. I want to go and have a look. Do you want to go?"

"Mr. Li...Who is Mr. Li?" Lin Sheng was not very familiar with Li Laisheng, but when he said that something happened, he was also a little nervous, "What happened, what happened?"

Geng Aiqing's heart sank, she pursed her lips and shook her head.

Lin Sheng also fell silent, and the two walked towards the crowded place.

The noisy sound woke up most people in the camp. Many tents were lit up, but not many actually came out. Most of them just poked their heads out to have a look, so although it was noisy over there, it was surrounded There were not many people there, and after getting closer, I realized that most of the noise was suppressed sobbing.

Several mountaineering team members sat around a tent on the snow field, whispering to each other, wiping tears from time to time while talking, and a few Sherpas were cooperating beside them, squatting silently on one side, Looking inside the tent, their faces were filled with indescribable fatigue. Outside were the few climbers in the camp who came out to check the situation, including Uncle Pei. Geng Aiqing noticed that Shen Biwen had entered tent.

"You guys are here too." Pei Lei whispered, "Don't go in."

Geng Aiqing and Lin Sheng stopped in their tracks, Geng Aiqing looked inside and asked hesitantly, "The situation...how is it?"

Pei Lei shook his head.

The whimpering in the tent became louder, and it looked extremely sad against the cold wind. Geng Aiqing was sore by the sound, and couldn't help but go into the tent. Pei Lei stretched out his hand to stop him, and Geng Aiqing forced a smile at him Smile: "I know, before..." Before he finished speaking, Pei Lei nodded, retracted his hand, and patted him on the shoulder.

The one who cried was Wu Wei. There were ridges of ice on his black and red face, probably because he was crying in the wind and snow. His tall body shrank into a pitiful ball at this moment, and his whole body was still trembling slightly. , Shen Biwen sat beside him and kept patting his back lightly. In front of them was a completely sealed sleeping bag, inside which was clearly the outline of a person, but the ups and downs of breathing could not be seen.

"Why are you here?" Shen Biwen asked in a low voice when he saw him.

Geng Aiqing was surprised to find that Shen Biwen's eye sockets were also wet, and he lowered his voice: "Let me take a look...Mr. Li."

Hearing this sentence, Wu Wei trembled, and said thank you for a while.

Geng Aiqing sighed, the cramped environment of the tent magnified his sadness infinitely, he was a little out of breath after staying inside for a while, so he had to retreat first, seeing the eyes of Lin Sheng and Pei Lei, he shook his head.

"Let's go back first." Pei Lei patted the shoulders of both of them, "Come and see tomorrow."

Geng Aiqing and Lin Sheng nodded heavily and had no choice but to go back first.

A few hours before dawn, Geng Aiqing couldn't fall asleep at all. Shen Biwen hadn't come back, but Luosang woke up. Geng Aiqing briefly told him the general situation in English. Geng Aiqing guessed that it should be scriptures, although he couldn't understand, but for some reason, there was a sacred meaning in the tone.

It was only later that he learned that the shape of the hand gesture was the lotus hand gesture in the Sherpa religion, and the recitation was a scripture praying to the goddess of Mount Everest for the rest of the soul.

A night has never been so long, Geng Aiqing got out just after dawn, not many people got up, and there were people living in the empty tents not far from them, probably Mr. Li and the others stayed behind Geng Aiqing ran towards the tent that Li Laisheng had set up last night, just in time to see Shen Biwen open the tent and come out. He looked tired, and Geng Aiqing guessed that he must have stayed up all night.

"How is Wu Wei now?" Geng Aiqing stepped forward and asked. He didn't want to ask Mr. Li the reason for the accident. After all, the dead cannot be brought back to life, and asking more questions will only increase the pain of the living.

When Shen Biwen heard his question, his expression was a little subtle: "...It's stabilized now."

"That's good." Geng Aiqing breathed a sigh of relief, and couldn't help asking after a while, "What about you? How are you?"

Shen Biwen stared at him, and slowly said: "People... are always going to die. Since this kind of thing has already happened, it is also..."

"That being said." Geng Aiqing tilted his body and glanced at the tent behind him, "How many people will be sad..."

"..." Shen Biwen didn't speak, yes, how many people are going to be sad, Li Laisheng has a harmonious family, a good relationship between husband and wife, there is also a son and a daughter, both of whom are just at the age of college, and they cried last night Wu Wei in one night, let alone Geng Aiqing, a person who didn't have much contact with him, had a trace of regret and sadness on his face.

Shen Biwen suddenly held Geng Aiqing's face in his hands, Geng Aiqing was startled by his movement, and immediately struggled: "What are you doing!"

"You don't have to be like this..." Shen Biwen whispered, "You and Mr. Li don't know each other..." So there is no need to show such an expression.

Geng Aiqing thought he said he was meddling in his own business, so he pulled his hand off and said uncomfortably: "Although we are not familiar with each other, we have met a few times at least, and they are all in the same circle, not to mention that we had a drink with Wu Wei. Alcohol... And when this kind of thing happens, who can pretend that nothing happened... Sigh... I haven't seen any accidents with my friends..." Geng Aiqing thought of the look in Wu Wei's eyes he saw last night, and couldn't help but feel uncomfortable Get up, "I'll go and see Wu Wei, after all, we're friends..."

Shen Biwen didn't stop him this time, listening to him stepping on the snow crunching and getting further and further away from him, Shen Biwen stood in place for a long time before finally walking forward.

When the tent was opened, Wu Wei was packing up his things. Li Laisheng's body was still put aside in the sleeping bag. Geng Aiqing took a sneak peek and moved to the side in discomfort. Wu Wei saw his movement and whispered Said: "Sorry... There is no place here."

His voice was hoarse, humming even when he spoke.

"It's okay..." Geng Aiqing was a little guilty, moved back silently, and then said, "...sorry"

"En." Wu Wei responded, "Thank you."

"What... what do you do next?" Geng Aiqing asked.

"I have already contacted the rescue team, and it is estimated that they will arrive in the afternoon." Wu Wei paused, his voice a little sentimental, "Mr. Mr. Li, take him home."

"how about you?"

Wu Wei smiled self-deprecatingly: "I'll go back. I followed Mr. Li to climb the mountain. He left...he left, and I don't need to stay any longer."

"It's okay, this is also Mr. Li's wish." Wu Wei sighed, and seemed to be talking to himself, "Fortunately, the corpse was brought back..."

Geng Aiqing didn't know what to say. Seeing Wu Wei in pain made him feel a little uncomfortable. In the end, he retreated silently, leaving time for Wu Wei. He hoped that the rescue team would arrive as soon as possible and let them leave here as soon as possible.

When I got out of the tent, snow began to float outside again, and the clouds in the sky were blown to pieces by the strong wind, and I could see the top of Mount Everest, the sharp corner, like some kind of sharp sword pointing to the sky, tortured Looking at all the people here, Geng Aiqing realized that death has always surrounded them. Every rock they walked on, every footprint they stepped on, might carry the threat of death. Maybe it's just a little bit of luck.