This night, the blizzard has been raging, and I wrapped Zhang Xingchen's scarf and shrunk in my seat, wondering if I would be buried in this mountain forest by the wind and snow.

I took out the diary book and flipped through the bits and pieces of this period.

"On my birthday, he told me that the flower language of tung oil flowers is the beginning of love, and he said that his love is the beginning of love, and it is me. All day, I felt like I was drowning in the deep ocean, depressed, panicked, and couldn't stop trying to take a deep breath.

I can't explain the feeling: it was as if my face was more beautiful and brighter, as if in a moment, I was so radiant. I must admit that this sentence of his crossed all my thinking logic, shield walls, and broke directly into my heart......"

Page after page, these words are like a warm current in the cold winter, warming this long cold night.

I remember, I remember all the feelings after meeting Zhang Xingchen, it was so strange, it made me curious and made me panic, I remember how I overcame these, how I stepped out of my layers of defense, how I walked towards him, I remember.

Zhang Xingchen once ran in the wind with me on his back, and he asked me if I heard the sound of the wind in my ears and heard my own heartbeat.

I didn't tell him, in fact, what made me even more greedy was that one day I could run to him, I could hear my frantic heartbeat, the wind whirring in my ears, and I could see him oncoming, the smile in the corner of my eyes.

The blizzard was very fierce, and at night I could hear the sound of the branches on both sides of the road being blown off and crushed, and I got out of the car and walked for a while, and the snow on the road had already overflowed my calves, and I only heard the sound of the wind in the mountains, and the biting cold wind shook the branches of the snow, howling and howling, as if going crazy.

I was called back to the car, where the heating was on, and I opened the window a little bit and fell asleep.

In the middle of the night, it looked like someone had closed the window I had opened.

When I woke up, I was lying in the emergency room of the hospital, my mind was in a mess, my face was still wearing an oxygen mask, and I was surrounded by busy medical staff.

"Are you awake?" said a young doctor: "You were sent with carbon monoxide poisoning, but fortunately, the rescue was timely, and you were hospitalized for observation for a few days. ”

"What about the rest of the car?" I asked, taking off my oxygen mask.

"The emergency room of the hospital is full, everyone else has been sent to another hospital, and we don't know the specifics. ”

As he spoke, there was another commotion outside the emergency room.

"Doctor Ye, there is a trauma patient outside, the situation is very serious,......" A nurse shouted outside the glass door.

Dr. Ye, who was standing next to my bed, looked at me, and then said to the nurse next to me, "Put her in the ward first, vacate the emergency room, and let the others hurry up to prepare for emergency surgery." ”

In a few moments, I was wheeled out of the emergency room, and the cart that had caused the commotion was also pushed over, and the person on the cart could almost be described as a blur of flesh and blood, and as he passed me, his arm hung down from the cart, and a picture fell from his palm, and he fell to the ground.

There was blood on the photo, but I could clearly recognize the person in the photo, and that person was actually me.

"Wait. "The blood seemed to suddenly stop, I looked at the man who had been pushed into the emergency room, his torn clothes were no longer recognizable, only on the cuffs, I could still vaguely see a few eye-catching horizontal lines, the horizontal lines of the sea soul shirt.

"What's wrong?" the nurse on the cart stopped.

I rolled over and got off the cart, stumbled and fell where the photo fell.

The person in the photo turned out to be really me, and behind me in the photo was the oil tung forest, and this photo was carried by Zhang Xingchen in his wallet.

The two nurses were still talking, but I couldn't hear a single sound in my ears, and there was a dead silence all around me, except for the dripping sound of the cold instruments in the emergency room.

Then, that terrible straight line appeared, and they were rescuing, and the electric shock equipment in those TV dramas was also used, but the straight line still didn't move.

"Is he going to die? Is he going to die?" I grabbed someone's hand in the panic, and this temperature made my mind suddenly become extremely clear, my Zhang Xingchen, he was lying in the operating room, and he was about to die.

I fell to the ground, powerless, and I could not reach him only a few steps away.

It's just a split second, I've mapped out in my mind every step of my life, I don't want to justify anything, my cowardice, my selfishness, my irresponsibility, I don't want to justify, I just think, I have to follow him, I have to follow him wherever I go.

"My heart is beating!" I could hear someone shouting.

"She fainted!" There was another commotion, I collapsed and fainted to the ground, and the moment I closed my eyes, I was so grateful to God, at this moment after he took so much beauty away from me, I worshipped him, because he was kind enough to return Zhang Xingchen to this world, and he gave me my sun.

I imagined that when I regained my strength, I would have to go to his hospital bed and confess, I would have to tell him the truth of the photo, I would have to tell him that everything was a misunderstanding, and I would have to repent and ask for his forgiveness.

It's okay, anything, nothing matters, as long as he lives.

I had a long, long dream, in which I sat on the back seat of his Harley with Zhang Xingchen's waist in his arms, the corners of his clothes fluttering in the wind, the wind roared in our ears, Zhang Xingchen just rode Harley and kept moving forward, without saying a word.

In the dream, we entered the boundless darkness, only his temperature was still there, and my hand was close to his waist, warm and unspeakable. In the dark, I called his name: "Zhang Xingchen......"

Then someone called my name: "Lu Xiaochao." ”

Opening his eyes, Xiao Sa shook his big hand in front of me: "Are you feeling okay? Is there anything uncomfortable? Dizzy? Do you want to throw up." ”

The dream just woke up, and I couldn't tell you how melancholy I could tell.

"Where's Zhang Xingchen?" I asked Xiao Sa.

"He's still in the intensive care unit!" Xiao Sa said.

"I want to see him ......"

I struggled to get up, but was pressed back to the hospital bed by Xiao Sa: "When your body is well, I'll take you there." ”

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