no way

Zhang Cong thought all the way, sitting still all the way.Relying on the long train "clang" on the track, his internal organs were broken, heaved, reborn, broken again, heaved again, and never died.

The iron skin of the train pierces through the oppressive darkness, fights off the cold head-on, and yearns for the pale snow in my hometown.

Snowflakes fell on the window. When the train arrived at the station, Zhang Cong stood up from his seat, so as not to kneel down directly.

He sat for too long, and his legs became weak.

Zhang Cong pushed and bumped to squeeze out, not caring about stepping on a few innocent and tired feet, he heard someone behind him scolding him angrily: "Are you in a hurry to reincarnate?"

reincarnation?He is not worthy of such a curse full of "hope".

Zhang Cong ran out of the car. Even though he was in the north, he hadn't seen such heavy snow for a long time.Recalling the last time, it was the twelfth lunar month before Mr. Feng left.The last snow of that winter.The snow was heavy and very cold.

That winter was also the time when Zhang Cong met Yan Jianghe and began to "live".

Zhang Cong ran out of the station, gulped out the cold air, and changed his lungs through the cold air within two strokes.His belly was cold, he grabbed a taxi and got on, he opened his mouth and said to the driver, "Anshan Temple."

The driver was naturally taken aback.The guests who left the station at this time encountered heavy snow again, and either hurried home or went to the nearest hotel.

Anshan Temple?Not to mention that this place is a little far from the city center, and there are no residential areas around, which is really biased.Now that the weather is bad and the night is getting dark, the driver is not willing to pick up the car.

Taking advantage of the rearview mirror, the driver always felt that the handsome young man behind him was not very smart.Why did you choose such a place?

It is true that Zhang Cong's nerves are weak.He just thought about it for more than five hours on the train, and finally found out sadly that he couldn't do anything.

He probably has a deep anti-social personality buried in his bone marrow. Without Yan Jiang, why can't he hold back, and wants to explode like tearing skins apart.

Who told Yan Jianghe to go to the countryside?Why did Yan Jiang leave so late?Who drove that bus?With Zhang Cong's nature of shooting eight thousand holes, now he can't wait to swing a knife and chop those people one by one thousands of times.

But so what?Zhang Cong knew he was a scourge.He is not something.Damn him.It's just that after his disaster is over, Yan Jianghe will not stand in front of him intact.

Not anymore.Even if he came back after traveling thousands of miles, this land is not his "home" at this moment.

The once warm memories overwhelmed him time and time again, tearing at his dead and reborn hatred, constantly torturing his cold mind.

Humans are nothing but such insignificant waste.Can't beat life and death, can't beat fear.That's why "begging" was born.

Zhang Cong remembered that Yan Jianghe once said before his college entrance examination: "There is an Anshan Temple, which is very spiritual. It can walk [-] steps and burn incense. It can make your wishes come true."

It was the first time that Yan Jianghe wanted to take Zhang Cong out for a walk, but Zhang Cong felt sorry for Yan Jianghe who was too busy, so he refused, and instead stole the opportunity to run with Yan Jianghe at night as a sweetener.

Yan Jiang is not a person who prays to God and Buddha, and Zhang Cong even disdains to pray to God and Buddha.At that time, Yan Jianghe said that he just wanted to take Zhang Cong out to relax and relieve the pressure of preparing for the exam.

Zhang Cong understands everything.

It's just that now, Yan Jianghe's casual words that don't distract him have become Zhang Cong's lifeline.

Didn't Yan Jiang say that Anshan Temple is particularly spiritual?

"Anshan Temple." Zhang Cong repeated it again, his tone was flat and cold, like a dead man phoning a dead body.

"Change to another car." The driver dawdled, "Young man, it's so late, and besides the heavy snow, Anshan Temple, I don't..."

"Anshan Temple." Zhang Cong repeated again, and at the same time grabbed a large handful of cash from his pocket and threw it to the driver.

He threw out all the cash in his pocket, a small stack of blue, green and red, including steel coins: "Hurry up and go."

The driver didn't dare to talk nonsense anymore, and hurriedly stepped on the accelerator to drive.He was in a bad mood. Although Zhang Cong paid three to five times more than the fare for this trip, it was obvious that the driver didn't make any kind of trouble.

The reason why the driver drives so honestly is not all about the money.He was certain that the young man behind had something wrong, but judging by Zhang Cong's posture, he looked very fierce.Before the driver could make another excuse, Zhang Cong took out a knife from his pocket and stabbed it at the driver's seat.

The driver didn't dare to talk to Zhang Cong along the way, and Zhang Cong shut up.When they arrived at Anshan Temple, Zhang Cong got out of the car, and the taxi immediately disappeared.

The snow is a little smaller than before.is a good sign.The rescue from Yan Jianghe's side may be much smoother.

Zhang Cong stood at the bottom of the steps and looked up. The gate of the temple was well built and sat on one hundred and eight steps, which was very high.

Sure enough, there was no one around Zhang Cong.He stood here alone in the snow, surrounded by snow-covered branches and trees, and there was a vast void above his head, which was really scary.

In fact, it was nonsense for Zhang Cong to come here. The temple was not open in the middle of the night.He didn't even burn a stick of incense, so who did he pray to?Normal people should go home, or go to Zhou Pingnan's side and wait for Xin'er together.

But Zhang Cong couldn't do it.He was afraid of death.

Yan Jianghe said that Anshan Temple is particularly spiritual.

It was Yan Jianghe who said it.

Thinking about it, Zhang Cong knelt down on the steps.He didn't walk up the one hundred and eight steps.He knelt and kowtowed.

Kowtow to each step.Climb quietly and slowly.

Zhang Cong's jeans were soaked in just two strokes, and the steps were covered with snow, which was a little slippery. Pressing the palm of his hand to remove the snow melted, it was wet and cold.

Zhang Cong rubbed two rows of holes in the white snow on the ground with his knees.The snow from the sky was still falling, and the top of his gray hair fell into his eyes and wet his eyelashes.

Zhang Cong fell down for the first time, and his handprints were pressed on the steps again and again.

The snow is getting smaller and smaller, and the air is still very cold.

……

Yan Jianghe didn't finally see the rescue vehicle until after three o'clock in the morning.

At this moment, everyone seemed to be on a stimulant collectively, with snot and tears in their hands. When they saw the people's police, they seemed to have seen their ancestors eight hundred times, and they hugged the police's thighs and cried.

Except for the cold, the situation is not bad.The injury was not too serious, but Yan Jianghe tried his best to deal with it urgently, and even the driver's condition was still under control.The wounded were transferred first, and the rest of the passengers got into other cars.

When it was almost 04:30, the car that Yan Jianghe was in took all the passengers to a safe place to rest, and went back after dawn.

When Yan Jianghe explained to the medical staff who rushed over, all the saliva was sprayed dry.At this moment, he sat quietly on the car seat, and only then did he truly understand what it means to survive a catastrophe.

This feeling is unusually stimulating.Yan Jianghe leaned on the back of the chair and took a deep breath, feeling as if his soul had been taken to hell for a circle, and just returned and settled into his body.

There is already a signal in this place, and almost all the passengers in the car are talking on the phone with their families, crying and laughing, making a lot of noise.The amazing thing is that although the sound is chaotic, it is not annoying to listen to, but it is a bit as cute as the sound of nature.

Yan Jianghe also wanted to call home, but he searched around but couldn't find his mobile phone.It should have not been put away before, accidentally dropped somewhere.

But Yan Jianghe touched another thing in the abdomen and waist.

Yan Jianghe's hand got into the hem of his clothes and pulled it out to see - it was the wooden ring Zhang Cong gave him.

This thing is not lost.

The black leather cord used to hang the neck was scratched, but the ring was still attached to it.The little thing was hooked on the waist of Yan Jianghe's trousers together with the broken rope, and was wrapped in the cotton-padded clothes. After such a lot of tossing, it miraculously did not fall out.

Yan Jianghe put the ring in his pocket and put it in his pocket, then pulled the ring on his pocket.

At this moment, he was thinking about Zhang Cong like crazy.Yan Jianghe is sure that he is crazy.Because now he really wants to drag Zhang Cong to him and kiss him.

Such thinking is not only inappropriate, but also nonsense.

Yan Jianghe hurriedly borrowed a mobile phone from the police.Although he missed Zhang Cong very much, he still made the first call to Zhou Pingnan.

Zhou Pingnan and Yan Tao must have known that the incident was such a big deal, and they must be going crazy now.

The call went through almost instantly, but no one spoke.Yan Jianghe cleared his throat, hoping that his voice could be relaxed: "Mom, it's me."

Pretty easy.Yan Jianghe's "mother" yelled without crying or hysterical, but Zhou Pingnan couldn't hold back and burst into tears.

She said to Yan Jianghe Yitong that the crying was so loud that Yan Jianghe couldn't even hear what she was choking on, and finally Yan Tao took the phone: "Jiang He?"

"It's me, Dad, I'm fine." Yan Jianghe's chest was sour, and his eye sockets felt jerky, "I'm really fine. Umm... I'm not injured. Don't worry, I'll go back at dawn. Don't worry .”

"It's fine, it's fine..." Yan Tao kept repeating on the phone.

The father and son spoke a few more words, and Yan Tao passed the phone to Zhong Ning.

When Zhong Ning's voice came from the phone, Yan Jianghe was taken aback, but he was not too surprised.

Such a big event, these people must have been shocked.Zhong Ning was also normal at his house, Yan Jianghe felt relieved when Zhong Ning was with Yan Tao and Zhou Pingnan.

"It's really thanks to you that I was able to accompany my parents this time." Yan Jianghe sighed, "The world is so impermanent, I almost didn't scare me to death."

"I'm going to be scared to death, alright?" Zhong Ning scolded, but the lightness and smile could be clearly heard in his voice, "If you don't hear from your side, Lao Xu's soul and I will go to the Yangtze River and the Yellow River to fetch water Float."

"I'm sorry." Yan Jianghe smiled and said happily, "It's all right. When I go back to treat the guests, I will calm you down."

"Must." Zhong Ning said.

Yan Jianghe leaned against the side of the car, looked at the figure passing by, and heard Zhong Ning say, "That's right. I told Zhang Cong about this, and I felt that he was terrified."

Yan Jianghe paused, and said: "He couldn't find me for so long, he was going to be scared, and he couldn't hide it. I won't tell you anymore, I'll call him."

Yan Jianghe was stunned after hanging up the phone.Holding his cell phone, he realized that he couldn't remember Zhang Cong's cell phone number.

He is a person who doesn't take his mind into his heart all the year round. For so many years since he was a child, the only things he can memorize are Zhou Pingnan's mother's mobile phone number and his own phone number.

It all depends on the mobile phone address book, and the notes are so convenient.

Yan Jianghe felt guilty, thinking that he must memorize Zhang Cong's mobile phone number backwards when he goes back.

He got out of the car again to discuss with the police, logged on to his WeChat account, and finally sent a voice call to Zhang Cong.

When it was connected, Yan Jianghe heard Zhang Cong's voice.

Zhang Cong took a deep breath before asking.There was trembling in his voice, which was exactly the same as the cold feeling on Yan Jianghe's skin: "Yan Jianghe?"

After Zhang Cong shouted, Yan Jianghe's eye sockets hurt even more, and he even wondered if there was a place in his eye that was pierced by the cold wind.

Yan Jianghe couldn't catch his breath, and coaxed carefully: "Baby, it's me, I'm fine."