my summer

Two days later, a big truck finally arrived, and I led the tourists to fly there at the fastest speed.A thin figure jumped out of the cab, Xia Zhi!

Even though the man was as disgraced as I was, covered in blood and mud, I recognized him immediately.This figure is too familiar to me.

I opened my mouth and wanted to call out to him, but I couldn't make a sound.Depend on!What's going on here!Are you dumb?

"Yangyang!" Xia Zhi had already shouted one step ahead of me, his voice was extremely hoarse and dry, like the rough and rough sand grains in the desert.

Before the voice completely dissipated, the person had already rushed in front of me.

He was visibly thinner, his face was red, black, and yellow, his eyes were bloodshot, his lips were full of stubble, and he should be wearing a white coat, but at this time it was also colorful in red, black, yellow, and gray.

We stared at each other tightly, as if we wanted to swallow each other alive with our eyes, and we would never stop until we drank his blood and gnawed his flesh.

I tried my best to control the excitement in my heart, forced a smile on my face, and made my voice as calm as possible, "Xia Zhi, are you here?"

He continued to stare at me for a while, and then suddenly hugged me, holding me in his arms with both hands, as if he was going to strangle me to death.

I put my arm around his waist and pressed my chest against his chest, feeling his heart beating wildly and powerfully.

Not long after, I heard a sob, very light and short, and soon the sob was like a flood bursting an embankment, turning into a raging river in an instant.

This should be the first time that Xia Zhi lost control of his emotions in front of me.

Except for the occasional bluff, he always behaves like a mature little adult.After getting along with him for so many years, it is often only me who likes to cry.

My tears soon followed, like spring rain that could not break the roots.I let go of my emotions and cried with the summer solstice wantonly.

After a long time, the crying gradually subsided and turned into sobbing again.

I closed my red and swollen eyes with all my strength, let go of Xia Zhi, and wiped his face with my hand, "Look at you, you're crying all over your face, are you ashamed..."

He grabbed my hand and stared at the unrecovered scars on his hand. After a while, he lowered his head and kissed those scars gently.

Itchy, warm, like the gentle sweep of a feather.

"Yangyang," he called me softly, "Yangyang."

"Well, I'm here." I also responded softly to him.

"I love you." He looked up at me with firm eyes.

My breathing stagnated for a short time, and my heart seemed to be hit by something heavy, and it couldn't stop beating.I took a deep breath, and said the words that have been carefully kept deep in my heart, "Xia Zhi, I love you too."

"When I was looking for you, only these three words were on my mind, and I swear that I will say it as soon as I see you." He rubbed my face repeatedly, "Sorry, I kept you waiting , I won’t make you wait anymore. No one knows, which will come first, tomorrow or the accident, we can’t afford to wait, and we shouldn’t wait. I was wrong, can you forgive me?”

"It's good that you know you're wrong," my vision was blurry again, and my voice trembled slightly, "My lord has a lot, so I forgive you."

"Thank you sir." Xia Zhi's wet eyes were filled with a smile.

Just as Xia Zhi and I were exchanging our heart and soul, a high-pitched horn sounded suddenly, and it was the big truck driver urging us to get on the bus.

There was no one around, so everyone should have gotten into the car consciously.

With the help of Xia Zhi, I climbed into the carriage, first counted the number of tourists, and found no one left, and then Xia Zhi and I found a seat in the back of the corner and barely sat down.

Kalka started slowly.

The road conditions have not fully returned to normal, and my body can't help but sway along with the car.Xia Zhi hugged me, fixed it in his arms, and never let go of my hand.I closed my eyes and immersed myself in the little world that only belonged to me and him.

After several hours of bumpy rides, we finally returned to City C!

At this time, City C was also immersed in the haze brought about by the catastrophe, solemn and solemn.

The travel agency affirmed that I brought all the passengers back safely, gave me a large commission, and promised to call me back after the disaster passed and the tourism industry recovered.

I quit my job at Zige, rented a small one-room package near Huaxi, and moved out of the dormitory.When I first came back, Xia Zhi would come to see me every night after self-study, and we slept together on a bed that was not too spacious.

I often suffer from insomnia.

As soon as I closed my eyes, my mind was filled with scenes of disasters, ruins, pools of blood, shouts, crying...the real existence is vivid in my mind!

I started to be afraid of the dark and had to keep the lights on every night.Some yellow lights can make me feel a little bit at ease.

I don't know what's wrong with me. Obviously, when I was in the town before, in such a simple tent, I slept very deeply every night.Now I'm back, sleeping on a relatively soft bed, but I have insomnia.

Summer Solstice also suffers from insomnia.

Although he was very careful and tried to keep the posture of hugging me still, but from his breathing rate, I could clearly know that he was not asleep.

"Summer solstice." I called him softly.

"Hmm..." he murmured.

"I'm flustered," I said.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here." He strangled me tighter.

He didn't say much about how he searched for me, but simply said that he applied to be a volunteer, joined the medical team, and searched for my whereabouts while carrying out rescue work in various disaster-stricken areas along the main road.

But I know very well that the pain and suffering of the body and mind for more than ten days can be summed up in a few words?

As a front-line medical rescuer, the miserable world he witnessed is probably more brutal and heroic than what I have seen.He was no less affected than me.

It's just that he refuses to say it.

The scars on my forehead and hands gradually faded under the effect of the ointment he tried so hard to find.

"Don't leave any scars like this." He gently helped me apply the medicine and said softly.

The scars on the body will gradually disappear with the passage of time, but what about the scars on the soul?

One day, he took me to see a psychology teacher in West China. After an in-depth conversation with me, the teacher told me a professional term "post-traumatic stress disorder".The teacher said that fortunately, my level is still low, but there are some slight sequelae, and suggested that I do other things to distract my attention.

"Xia Zhi," I asked Xia Zhi who was sitting on the steps waiting after coming out of the teacher's office, "Don't you need to talk to the teacher?"

He smiled slightly, "The teacher has already looked for me."

"Oh..." I replied sullenly.

"It's okay." He stepped forward and put his arms around me. "After experiencing this, it's normal to have some sequelae. Don't be too psychologically burdened. Come and talk to the teacher more often, and you'll be fine."

"Yeah." I nodded, feeling a lot more at ease.

"Yangyang." He looked at me.

"Ok?"

"It's good that you're still by my side." He stroked my head lightly, his fingers gliding over the scar on my forehead.

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