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Li Bai has always had a bit of a weird collection habit, such as flat lighters, and Yang Jian's diary when he was in college.At that time, he moved out his red sofa and himself from the teacher's apartment at Peking University, and secretly took some sundries piled up in the cabinet by Yang Jian. He felt that if he wanted to continue to live, he had to keep more. Think about it.Among them was a stack of notebooks, some with the Peking University emblem printed on the cover, and some with Hello Kitty and Shaun the Sheep printed on the cover. The thickness and size were different, and the pages were torn unevenly.

Rather than saying it is a "diary", it is better to say that it is a clip of waste paper that Yang Jian grabbed and scribbled. Some may come from the canteen downstairs in the dormitory, and some may come from a certain girlfriend.These notebooks are full of the expressions he listed, the schematic diagrams he drew, the tables he listed for calculating the income and savings of the current month, the DDL he memorized, and some "wonderful ideas" such as "what to eat today"— ——Li Bai bet that this person was on an errand at the time, and it was probably the last class in the morning. Yang Jian drew a big question mark, and then drew a few balls of food with unknown meanings below, and marked them with bland forks one by one.

Li Bai finished reading these books in one night, and kept them by his side, but let him read them over and over again for many years.The real sense of time and space became more and more blurred, and sometimes he even had the illusion that he was sitting in that classroom and walking on the densely tree-lined May [-]th Road, not just someone who came in to deliver things or pull people to accompany him to hang out. Instead of being a foreigner, he actually met Yang Jian face to face, and had a period of overlapping years.

If you look carefully, you will find more interesting ones.Yang Jian likes to draw circles. Occasionally, the arcs are slightly concave and convex, which can be seen to be freehand, and the brushstrokes will be obviously broken, or the strokes will be skipped. It should be bumped by the same table.Yang Jian also likes to write poems in the school magazine. The drafts are casually typed between a large number of calculations and formulas, and the words are changed with black bumps. come out.

This satisfies Li Bai's fantasies about the poet Yang Jian to a large extent.He was late and couldn't get the school magazine, but he had a hotter draft.Yang Jian wrote about dreams, about the bones of the horses in the middle of the snowfield, about the thunder splitting the river, about the zither weeping under the scorching sun, about the richness of an autumn, so full of life, but never about people.Don't write about your emotions.He seems to have never had a boyhood when he was forced to express his sorrow for new poems, and he never "heartbroken" for anyone.However, Li Bai had, and it was quite a long period of time, he also wrote poetry, although he only tried it once, probably he was still drunk, he didn’t know how the poem was written, but after a long time, he wrote it in his own I saw a few lines that didn't fit in the email that failed to send.

The poem was called "I Lost You on the Night of...". Originally, there was a word in the ellipsis, but unfortunately the draft box was automatically emptied after a long time, and Li Bai couldn't remember it. The only line of poetry that he could think of was:

Your body temperature is like dust all over my room.

...Thinking about it now, I am so sore and shuddering. If I read it to Yang Jian, that person will definitely have goosebumps.But this is indeed the true feeling that Li Bai has experienced for so long. A room full of dust and the smell of Yang scissors, he has them all, but he thinks the dust is not thick enough, and he wants to make the smell stronger.

What now?Li Bai is always away from home. He can stay in Beijing about ten days a month. He works by appointment during the day and sleeps on the sofa in the shop at night.Apprentices wiped the marble floors spotless, and the only scent that could be smelled was the fragrance of hairdressing products.The moon cake box full of discarded lighters and old notebooks was also gone. He kept them at home and hid them deep in the bottom drawer of the wardrobe, but never came home again.

I don't know if Yang Jian has time to clean up and throw them away.

But even if they are lost—even if Yang Jian doesn't want to keep them, Li Bai will not completely lose the contents inside.He felt that he remembered at least [-]%.Recently, there is always a page dangling in front of his eyes, which is an excerpt by Yang Jian. That person loves to write when he sees a book he particularly likes.However, after copying it down, it was thrown away. After returning the book to the library, he had no intention of looking through the notes. It seemed that what Yang Jian needed was just the copying process.For example, in the book "Love in the Time of Cholera", Li Bai once watched him when he was there, saw his handwriting fluttering, and asked him: Is love written well?

Yang Jian looked up at him, smiled for no reason, and said that Marquez wrote well.

Later, Li Bai also took it to read, but he didn't see the end in his impression.

That book... Li Bai always felt that it was not about love.There was too much to talk about besides love, and he couldn't understand it.Yang Jian has also read too many books, and it is not easy for him to catch up. Adding a threshold of "seriously read" is still too much.

What haunts Li Bai today is this sentence: madness can only exist in art.If it exists in science, it is a hypothesis, if it exists in reality, it is a tragedy.It is a famous quote from Dali, the Spanish painter whose works are like strange dreams.Yang Jian wrote these three lines on the first page of a hardcover book, leaving blank for the first time, and the handwriting was not scribbled.And that notebook was not used indiscriminately, graffiti and poem manuscripts did not appear until the last page, and there were only group theory and field theory exercises and the design of general physics experiments.

Yang Jian listed his views and asked himself: Why?

Then go to answer.

A pure hypothesis.

Although Li Bai can't understand anything, that's the half he can't remember, but he's been thinking about "crazy" lately."Madness" that may exist in art, science, reality.These two words made Li Bai puzzled.Just like he thinks about people's emotions, thinking about what he can do for him when he loves someone.Chasing, running away, biting his wrist, licking his face...

Live for him, kill for him.

So many antonyms, no?So loving someone is positive and negative, and everything can be done for him.The so-called "true love" that people praise and hope to see through is unreserved.Li Bai asked himself, is this too crazy? When he printed the news about the arrest of cults in Zhejiang, Fujian, and even the cult system across the country into a thick heart, he carried it with him, and read it when he was free; A private detective who knows whether he is reliable describes the mask in detail, recalls the voice behind the mask, the posture of walking under the mask...trying to grab every impression from his memory; when he goes to towns, seasides and mountains, But returned in vain.

He asked if this was madness.

The ultimate answer is, it doesn't matter.Yang Jian didn't want Gao Jie to live, and of course he wanted the guy who always followed Gao Jie's ass to kill others to die.If he finds it, will the ice in Yang Jian's heart melt?Can the hole be filled?Will Yang Yuqiu forgive herself, for example, come back in a dream?Will I forgive myself again?It doesn't matter.Li Bai just needs to find something to do, his tragedy has already happened, he has to attribute it to a specific thing, a specific person, and then spend a lot of energy to hate.Otherwise, who is to blame?Blame society?Blame fate?These are too big and too far away, how could a piece of sea deliberately frame him, a small shrimp and crab, insisting on blaming him, like touching porcelain.Do you blame yourself?Blaming yourself is even more difficult, and life is even more unbearable.

Still, this position is more suitable now. He is desperate to make money, and he drills into remote places all day long.He used to be a person who would feel uncomfortable talking too much with people he didn't know well, but now he is asking for gossip everywhere, even if he doesn't have an accent, he can get up and chat with people, it seems that it is not too difficult.Sometimes Li Bai walked up the mountain road, with no one in front of him, and he would always feel like a bandit who was on his way out of thin air. He thought, what are the rags now, nothing is "good", and everything can be thrown away at any time, so He is really not afraid of anything.

Before the end of [-], Li Bai finally passed his driver's license test. He spent most of the money he saved in the past two years and bought a small Toyota, an SUV model, which is more suitable for running on mountain roads.He didn't have a local registered permanent residence, and he couldn't get a Beijing card, so he went back to his hometown to get one, and Su F started.

The car was scarred by him, the tires were covered with mud all the year round, and the body of the car was also gray. The original bright black paint color could not be seen. Dao dared to climb, and it didn't take long for him.Li Bai was deeply impressed by Yang Jian's driving skills, especially during the ten-odd days he stayed in Daliang Mountain. An old domestic pickup truck could climb up steep slopes of [-] to [-] degrees. It was fast and stable, which never existed. Sloppy.So habitually, he often compares his mountain-climbing skills with Yang Jian, and even begins to believe that he has reached the point where he is the best.

However, maybe the pitiful few clues make people frustrated, or the stagnant progress makes people anxious. Sometimes Li Bai's car will stop suddenly when driving smoothly, even if it is on the side of the road, risking being fined and impounded. If the risk is too high, he also stops, then squats outside the car, covers his face, and stays in a daze for a while.

This kind of situation does not only happen on the way, whether it is to seek revenge or go to work, even if he stays in Beijing, it is only a ten-minute drive away, he cannot avoid its sudden arrival.

I just feel like I can't keep going.

It's just that there is no reason to cry, it's inexplicable.

Then I can only be in a daze.

If he could meet Yang Jian, Li Bai would have no troubles, and he would probably laugh out loud.But infidelity is not a virtue.Thinking about it, I feel ashamed. They have said more than once that they don't meet each other. Yang Jian is always the one who keeps the promise. If it wasn't for Li Bai's head popping up every time, hiding in a certain corner and staring at it gloomyly, He can probably keep the covenant to the end.

Li Bai knew that he couldn't make another mistake, reconciled with each other and then broke up again and again. It would be too much torture for Yang Jian, and it was the same for him. If he shouted wolf three times, the shepherd boy must die.He seldom went to the west of the city again, for fear that he would lose control of his legs and feet if he got a little closer, so he looked up and saw that it was not in Guanying Garden or the gate of Beijing No. [-] Middle School.

But there are always times when I can’t bear it. Insomnia is a trivial matter. What’s terrible is that I continue to be half asleep and half awake all night, having repeated dreams, dreaming of the same person, sweating all over, and the sky seems to never shine again.Li Bai gradually found his own treatment method for this kind of illness that sleeping pills could not cure.It was also a coincidence, probably in the middle of [-], when he searched the name of Yang Jian on the Internet, he found the remedial classes in the past, and he also found the online school of the Fourth Middle School. Only then did he know that today's primary and secondary schools already have online schools. Teaching this kind of stuff.After registering an account and joining relevant courses, you can watch the live broadcast at a specific time every week, and you can also see a small amount of screen recordings of public courses.

Yang Jian, as a physics teacher in the third-grade competition class and the science and technology experiment class, is listed in the first few teachers' profiles.The picture was accompanied by a recent ID photo, in a white shirt with a red background. Yang Jian looked at the camera with a half-smile, and he stood out among the emaciated teachers of the graduation class.

Li Bai checked carefully several times, and finally confirmed that although that person seemed to have contributed a lot in publicity, there are only a handful of courses that really have him. After all, this kind of online courses that everyone can listen to, the school must have something in content reserve.There are only two classes of screen recording for a total of one and a half hours. It is a special review class, which talks about the laws of motion under the action of gravity.The only thing left is the once-a-week live broadcast, which is a recitation class in Yang Jian's own class. If there is no handout for reference, not many people can understand it.

But Li Bai listened very seriously.

Every Thursday afternoon he doesn't do anything, whether it's in the small hotel in the mountains or in the warehouse of his shop, he holds his laptop and stares at it.What is Yang Jian's lecture like? Li Bai used to attend the cram school. During the break, he would give popsicles to the students. He only bought one of a certain flavor and handed it to Yang Jian. He was always called "sister-in-law" by some naughty boys. ".Looking at it now, Yang Jian’s style on the podium is still the same, concise and clear, he pays more attention to the understanding and application of principles than test-taking skills, and he also tells cold jokes, which students sometimes don’t understand, but Li Bai can always be laughed at .

It's only an hour and a half.During the 10-minute break between the two classes, the camera would not stop. Li Bai could still see Yang Jian propping his hands in front of the desk, lowering his head and chatting with the students, and he could see Yang Jian drinking water from the thermos cup he bought. I could see Yang Jian standing by the curtain, looking back at his writing on the blackboard, as quiet as a tree.

Li Bai can always see clearly, the pixels are high enough, Yang Jian looks at the students as if he is looking at him.But when they were actually face to face, without this small lens between the two, it was difficult for him to keep looking at each other like this.

If he looked too deeply, Li Bai's vision would become blurred, and he couldn't help being in a daze, so he could only put the computer aside and rummaged through the pockets of his trousers and coat to find a cigarette to smoke.Fortunately, he made a screen recording for each live broadcast, marked it with the date, and saved it in a folder named "Teacher Yang" in the C drive, and also dumped it into his mobile phone, so he could take it out for review at any time.

This is indeed a good way to ease his longing. I didn't count how many times I read it, but seeing the end of the semester, he felt that he might not be a physics idiot anymore.

The Spring Festival that year came very late, and Li Bai also spent it in the store.Fireworks were banned in the city, and the Spring Festival Gala was very boring. In the two-story glass house, Li Bai only turned on a floor lamp in front of the sofa.The city outside the glass shell is quiet, and there are not many cars. This is always the case on New Year’s Eve in Beijing. The closer you get to the inner ring, the harder it is to get lively. Li Bai finished eating two boxes of quick-frozen dumplings he cooked, feeling a little nauseous and bored lay down.

[-] has already come, this time next year will be Yang Jian's birth year.

What is Yang Jian doing now?

It's a holiday, and there has been no live broadcast for three weeks.But that person will not change.Thinking this way, Li Bai fished out his computer from the crack of the sofa. He planned to find some New Year's movies to take a look at, but accidentally opened the connection to the online school.The only sections that can be done now are homework and tests. Li Bai found a test paper titled "Final Basic Self-Test", 32 single-choice questions and 10 multiple-choice questions. He didn't finish the test in seven to [-] minutes.

The result was 63 points.

The question about the motion of objects under gravity is also correct.

Li Bai suspected that he was dreaming, so he had to leave some evidence, take a picture of the score and send it to Moments, thinking that he would verify it when he woke up the next day. It hasn't been posted in 800 years, and I don't know what to say, so I added a smiley face.The red "score 63" line in the middle of the picture is confusing, so the employees only dare to give him a thumbs up. Those who put question marks in the comments are all customers. Zhu Yantang is wearing an otter as his profile picture, and asked him what kind of test it is. He sent the link to himself to do it.

Li Bai really sent him a message, this time Zhu Yantang was also a string of question marks.Following the question mark came a short video, the cover of which is the fireworks in Hong Kong tonight.

Li Bai didn't open it.When he saw this kind of gorgeous and beautiful family reunion, he instinctively resisted, and then scrolled back to Moments. There were a dozen new reminders, and the latest one, displayed on the outside, was a particularly eye-catching profile picture.

A very pure blue.

Click it to see, it is absolutely true, it is Yang Jian.

This was the profile picture when I first registered on WeChat. In the middle of the night, on a messy bed, Yang Jian hugged Li Bai, and found the picture without impurities from the phone album.He told Li Bai that it was called "Klein Blue" and could be accurately located by numbers - R: 0, G: 47, B: 167, it was the purest blue in the world.

Later, in the backstage of some shows, Li Bai also saw this color on the models.It is indeed pure and beautiful.

But at this moment, Li Bai looked at this square color block, just like looking at a sea, causing him to jump down.He bit his lip, but still couldn't restrain himself from opening the conversation interface, forwarding Zhu Yantang's video to Yang Jian, and wishing him a happy new year.

Yang Jian replied within 2 minutes.

"Happy New Year."

Li Bai regained consciousness a little bit, took a deep breath and clicked on the video. That narcissist Zhu Yantang only took three seconds of the fireworks, and the remaining 12 seconds were selfies with a smug face.

"I didn't take it." Li Bai pressed his temple.

"I know." Yang Jian said.

"I'm going to sleep, good night." Then he said.

Li Bai accidentally rolled to the ground, staring at the screen, "Good night." He mistyped these two words three times.

Yang Jian made it clear that he didn't want to chat, so what's wrong with that?Yang Jian was reminding him to abide by the agreement he made.It was already March after the Spring Festival, and in the days that followed, Li Bai did not step on that boundary again.He continues to live, in his own half-dead way, commuting from work between men and women like precious jewelry, to looking for people in the mountains and mud, crying when he eats mustard, rolling his eyes when he hears employees gossip about him, watching touching movies , It's just rolling your eyes and crying.

Life is threaded by a thread called hustle, and if the thread is accidentally broken, will it "get better slowly"?Will it be okay to live it?Li Bai couldn't answer.It's just that in some moments, he will feel that he is already very old.Every Thursday is still alive and exciting, but after the college entrance examination, the recitation classes will also stop, and this one-seventh day will return to lifelessness.

Is Yang Jian on vacation?Will you go out to play or stay at home to catch up on sleep?Li Bai was pondering these questions again.Since the beginning of May, he has been unable to leave Beijing, and he has taken on a new movie. Zhu Yantang has become the absolute hero, playing the role of a gangster who steals the national treasure and returns it to the motherland.Li Bai's team was responsible for the styling of all the scenes shot in Beijing. The filming had already been done some time ago, but the director is a perfectionist in terms of camera, and he is a willful boss who can't afford to offend. People horses come back to rework.Staying on the set, surrounded by a lot of acquaintances, Li Bai's heart is often empty, always afraid that the red mask will make a movement when he can't get away, but his money is indeed almost spent, and he paid the shop rent at the beginning of the year, and he urgently needs this. A commission of 5000 yuan a day.

The filming is expected to be completely over by the end of June. Several scenes were shot in the Forbidden City. Li Bai has passed by the Forbidden City many times over the years, and has never been a tourist in it. Now he can sleep in the theater inside. A little drama.In the last few days, he had been filming scenes of thieves watching the national flag raising, and he watched from a distance. He remembered that when Yang Jian got up early to skip class and took him to see it, it was still dark and there was no bus. The motorcycle was also detained in Xidan by the armed police, and it was not allowed to drive on Chang'an Avenue, so they held hands and ran desperately.

In the end, they fell in love. The moment before the national anthem was played, they stood on the periphery of the huge crowd.Yang Jian held up the card machine, straightened his shy face, and took many photos of him.

"You are my butterfly." Yang Jian looked at the rising sun on the glazed tile roof, then looked into Li Bai's eyes, and said this inexplicably.

At that time, Li Bai still didn't understand, he only knew how to blush.

In the end, the finalization was extended for a few days. At the beginning of July, Li Bai got the money, paid the electricity bill for the store, replenished the goods, and went back to work steadily for a few days, taking care of some old customers.Maybe it was because he was forced to quit smoking in the cultural relics scenic spot some time ago, but now he smokes too much once he is free. Unfortunately, Li Bai got bronchitis, so he had to wear a mask to cut his hair.After staying up until the end of July, two rounds of medicine were prescribed, but the cough still didn't improve. Li Bai didn't dare to smoke anymore. He followed the doctor's advice and didn't dare to take sleeping pills.

He was so anxious that he got several pimples, his tongue nails were scraped and his ulcers were swollen and painful, he was groggy all day long, and his mouth was smelly from coughing, but he felt that he couldn't waste any more time, so he had to hurry up, at least to check a few more Small town, he hesitated on this issue.He didn't expect that someone would help him interrupt this entanglement soon. It was the most well-informed private detective who sent him two photos in the middle of the night.

In the photo, the light is dim and the background is blurred. It seems to be an altar, and there are two people standing in front of the altar. In the first photo, they kneel down to the altar. In the second photo, they shake hands cordially and face the camera side by side.

One of them is a foreigner, dressed in a suit and leather shoes, with an extraordinary bearing, resembling Trump.

The other is wearing a mask.

A crimson mask that can cover the entire face.Long horned fangs, ferocious and eerie, and a bright red dot in the black mouth, like a severed tongue.

"It's a local flyer that was handed out in the street," said the detective. "I have the original."

Early the next morning, Li Bai went to the guy's office in Changping, spent 2 yuan, got the small advertisement, and also got the specific location where it was issued: Guizhou, Tongren, Dejiang.

There is no longer any reason to delay, Li Bai parked the SUV in Guiyang for maintenance before returning to Beijing last time, and the work has already been completed by now, so he flew over there, picked up the car and drove to Dejiang.As soon as he came out of the office, he bought an impending flight ticket online. It took off at [-] p.m., and he grabbed the last one.But I had to go back to the store to pack my luggage. I hurriedly took a taxi to the airport at noon. Before driving a few meters, traffic jams began just after passing Dongzhimenwai Street. for a while.Li Bai only felt his belly go up, and he rolled down the window of the back seat to get some air. Inadvertently, he glanced at the side of the road.

There was an old man wearing sunglasses, wearing an old Tang suit, sitting on the sidewalk, between two ginkgo trees, facing his own side road, playing an erhu.

The sound of music drifting into the window was not "The Moon Reflected in Two Springs", but it seemed to be imitating the crowing and hooves of horses.

Passers-by went their own way, only one person stopped beside him, tall and thin, probably stood for a long time, a step away from him, without looking at him, just lowered his head and smoked.The sleeves of the shirt were half rolled up, and the glasses slipped below the bridge of the nose. He was also being streamed by people, and he was also enjoying himself, as if he was concentrating on listening to the music.

Li Bai felt that he was lonely.

Why is it happening like that.

Should it be a coincidence or a coincidence?

What did Yang Jian come to Sanlitun for?

Alone, how are you doing recently.

Li Bai kept exhaling and inhaling, looking straight at the shade of the tree.His hand was on the door handle, but finally moved up slowly, holding the window crank.

The glass went up, the car drove forward a few meters, and the sultry heat surrounded him again.

Three days later, Li Bai arrived at Dejiang, and about a week later, he inquired about the red mask from the locals, specifically which mountain and village his "Taoist Temple" was in, and which direction to go to find it.He was glad that he didn't get off the car and was not shaken by the side of the road.Surprisingly, there are many similar red masks here, which evolved from the local traditional drama called "Nuo", and even sell similar ones in souvenir shops.It was the "Trump" who helped Li Bai. There is a great fairy, and the president of the United States believes in him!It is easy to find the way by asking the old man in this way.

The ashram is really hidden, and the mountain is really rugged. Before entering, Li Bai pulled out the phone card, wrapped it in chewing gum, and toasted it with a lighter, and threw it into the trash can.The phone was also restored to factory settings, all apps were deleted, and the address book and chat history were cleared.For this reason, he doesn't want to drag others down. If he is killed, the other party can't search his mobile phone to seek revenge. If he succeeds in killing someone and then falls into the French Open, he can safely and boldly say "I have no accomplices."

This is also true.

The mountain was sandwiched between two ridges, and it was a relatively low isolated peak. It was impossible to drive across it in a day, and Li Bai didn't dare to spend the night in the car, so he had to spend the night in the car.He parked the car in a sheltered place close to the village, leaving enough space for a car to pass by, drank some medicine, wrapped his coat, and was about to go to sleep.It has been raining for half a month, soaking the road. At the end of August, the air is soaked in cold water. His sweater is almost not enough, and his throat is not good. Coughing and procrastinating things became a topic for Li Bai to ask and answer before going to bed.

Perhaps because he drank too much cough syrup, Li Bai had another hallucination that night when he was half asleep and half awake.The rain was still pattering on the car shell, but the lights in the car were turned on, and it was as bright as day. Yang Jian was sitting in the co-pilot, still listening to the erhu costume, looking at him with a bit of evil spirit, but he was very focused .Yang Jian was laughing and asked if he was tired?Tell him, let's go.

However, when Li Bai stretched out his hand to catch the finger, it was in vain.

Woke up from the dream, only the sound of rain is real.

Li Bai turned on the light by himself, raised his head and lowered his head to the rearview mirror under the dim light, and took a closer look at himself.He suddenly felt ashamed, extremely ashamed, what was he doing, and what was he going to do, what would Yang Jian think when he found out?If he had survived, returned to Beijing, and told Yang Jian everything, would that person shed a tear for him?The reality is so bleak, Li Bai felt helpless to himself, after searching for so long, he was about to make a decision immediately, but he hesitated.He looked at his ears, eyebrows, lips... those small and cold flashes.He remembered which ones were sent by Yang Jian, they nailed him, made him weak, hesitant, self-doubt... made him afraid to do "dirty things" and make them dirty.

Now that you're on this path, you can't be afraid of anything anymore, so let's take it all off.Packed in a cigarette case, Li Bai opened the small slot for the keys next to the brake lever, and put them in.

Afterwards, Li Bai turned off the lights, wrapped his sweater again, and prepared to sleep for a while.The mountain shadows stood beside him, like ghosts of ten thousand years, he listened to the still dead night in the heavy rain, he didn't feel sleepy, and he didn't feel the passage of time... until his ears rumbled.

Is it thunder?

No, closer.

near... yes

It's approaching!In just a few seconds, Li Bai could even feel the tremors on the ground. Something rushed over, covering the sky from top to bottom in an instant, with a turbulent weight!

mudslide.These three words flashed in Li Bai's mind.Then there was a tremor on the road ahead. I don't know if it was hit by a rock, and it probably couldn't drive forward... Then I can only turn around and go down. Can the car run through the mountain torrent?If the mountain rushes up the mountain road, or the mountain road collapses directly, the car he is on will have no place to stand, and the result will inevitably roll down. Under such a large momentum, even if it is not squeezed, deformed and exploded, it will be covered by mud, water, sand and stones. So submerged, it was difficult to open the door, and no one came to rescue him, so he could only suffocate to death.

Running out might still have a chance.

Li Bai was surprisingly calm, and immediately pushed the door out, and just took a few steps back, before the car lights turned off automatically, a huge rock hit the roof with a "bang", followed by more, the lights were quickly pushed away by the torrent Suddenly, the car body retreated and rolled down the mountain, crashing, as if many trees were broken... There was another "bang", it exploded.

The flames blazed up behind him, but Li Bai didn't turn to look. He had already run a long way, his eardrums were still buzzing, and the road under his feet turned into mud...

He realized that he was going to be caught up.

The cold water froze the spine, and the feet were entangled with stickiness.Every bone is limp.

The torrent was so violent and heavy that he couldn't seem to run away.

Are you afraid of anything?

fart.

Fear engulfed Li Bai impenetrably, as if only the brain could breathe. He was hit hard by the earth and rocks and rolled down the hillside. He only felt that he had also turned into a piece of gravel. Not wanting to be deprived of that little space to breathe, countless mirrors flashed in my mind, crashed, shattered, and every broken surface like a kaleidoscope reflected the same face.

I don't know how long and how far he rolled, his whole body was covered with mud and water, and Li Bai gradually felt still... Like an overturned hourglass, he had already sunk to the bottom.Is this still?Really?He seemed to be able to take out the phone from his pocket, and to Siri, he read out the phone number he had memorized, and when the call failed, he realized that he had lost the SIM card.Then he pressed the emergency memo. Li Bai wanted to say something. After he finished speaking, he barely opened his eyes. It seemed that he could see the light on the screen. He could write a name for this passage.All lights have double shadows, I want to write I love you, what exactly is written.Li Bai didn't have the strength to check anymore, the strong dizziness tore all the activities of his mind, just thinking, if these are not true, they are still hallucinations...

What is the biggest regret.

My mouth is full of earthy smell, and it seems that there is still a little cough syrup left. It hurts from the eyes to the forehead, as if bleeding.Yang Jian came to look for him again, and put the broken glass together to form a single mirror, reflecting a clear and smooth face.In his dark vision, Yang Jian was as bright as a crescent moon, still asking him if he was tired.

tired.It's true, very tired.

Li Bai quickly passed out.

Sometimes accepting death is not as difficult as you think, but after accepting it, knowing that you are still alive, and the previous secrets are exposed, this is the real challenge.When Li Bai woke up, he heard a call from outside the curtain beside the bed. It was a man with a strong southern accent, maybe a doctor, who was giving directions.How to go to Guiyang, how to go to Tongren... He is very familiar with it.

That person still called each other like this: Teacher Yang.

Li Bai suddenly had a splitting headache, and almost sat up, but his whole body was so painful that he couldn't exert his strength.He smelled an unpleasant and strong smell. People around were scolding, asking where the nurse had gone, and some were crying, begging the nurse to be gentle. The damp smell probably came from them.He also saw the words "Dejiang County People's Hospital" printed on the curtain. He was stunned for a while, and finally had to admit that he was still alive.

This matter was notified to Yang Jian.

I thought that when the man heard that he was fine, it wasn't that he couldn't live anymore, and he would continue to accompany him to maintain that agreement.He has already failed, he didn't accomplish anything, he was unlucky enough to hit a natural disaster, he even lost his car and luggage, all because he dawdled and missed the opportunity!Where did the reason and qualification come from?He would rather Yang Jian turn a deaf ear to it.

Don't look at his embarrassment either.

But Yang Jian is really coming.

It's almost school time now, isn't it?Leading the third year of high school should start meeting and preparing lessons from the beginning of the month, isn't it?These are all true.

But Yang Jian is also true.They have all departed from Guiyang.

Then wait, wait, wait, wait, Li Bai's dull brain turned slowly, waiting like a sad coward, waiting like a happy fool.

After the phone was hung up, the curtain moved, and Li Bai closed his eyes before it was pulled open. Someone applied hot potion to the wound on his face, but he didn't change his expression.

He was going to pretend to sleep to the end.

Also prepared to wait to the end.

There was nothing left on him, and during this waiting process, Li Bai couldn't see the time, he only heard that new people came in, and some people were sent away to the ICU, but he felt that he didn't wait too long, and it seemed that the waiting itself was too long. Gradually the horror faded and became a lovely thing.His fingers gradually regained their flexibility, and his waist also gained strength. He had a lot of thoughts in his head, but when a familiar voice came from outside the curtain, he became blank again, and he didn't dare to move.

Opening his sleepy eyes, Li Bai looked through the gap.

Yang Jian turned to the hospital bed, lowered his head slightly, was talking with the doctor in a low voice, and soon picked up his mobile phone and played it outside.Teacher Yang, I love you.Why sobbing and sobbing are all crying.Yang Jian heard that everything was calm, he was also soaked, his jacket was full of water marks, his hair was stiff and refused to stick to his scalp, but it couldn't be fluffed after all, as if he had combed his hair with oil.

This is a small animal that ran over in the rain.

Li Bai had no time to take care of himself, but just looked at him greedily, thinking wildly in his mind, and when he had a premonition that he was going to turn his face or move his gaze, he closed his eyes tightly again.But it doesn't matter if you close your eyes or not, no matter what, he still broke the agreement this time.

Yang Jian still found him.

He heard the continuous input by the bed, and heard the residual sound outside the window.