Early the next morning, An Sheng was woken up by the annoying phone ringing, and he didn't plan to answer it, but the other party didn't seem to have reached his goal and vowed not to give up, so An Sheng had no choice but to take the phone over, and took a look, it was Mo Cen, hesitated, and picked it up. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Hey."

"Ansheng baby, this weekend, you haven't forgotten what you promised me."

"Where are you?" If you do promise it, you have to fulfill your promise.

"World Trade Tower."

"Then you wait for me for half an hour."

"Are you sure you don't need me to pick you up?" Mozen asked.

"No, you don't."

An Sheng's home is quite close to the International Trade Building, and it only takes about ten minutes to walk, An Sheng hung up the phone and immediately turned over, she had to pack up and go out quickly. She chose a denim suit for herself, paired it with a pair of white sneakers, and tied her hair up with a ball head, which looked fresh and refined, like a student girl.

An Sheng arrived at the agreed place and looked at his phone, which was exactly half an hour. She opened her phone's address book, found Mozen's name, and broadcast it.

"Where are you?" An Sheng looked around and found no trace of Mozen.

"You turn back."

An Sheng turned his head and saw Mo Cen leaning on the side of the car door with one hand, he happened to be wearing a denim-colored shirt, his fine hair was soft on his forehead, he tilted his head slightly, shook his mobile phone in his hand, and smiled at An Sheng.

Mo Cen had actually seen An Sheng a long time ago, but he had been reluctant to call her, just looking at her quietly like this, he felt comfortable, although he and her were separated by a crowd of people, he had never wished so much that time could stop at this moment.

An Sheng walked up to Mo Cen and asked, "Where do you go next?" ”

"Just come with me." After speaking, he walked to the opposite side, opened the opposite side door, and motioned for An Sheng to get into the car.

An Sheng didn't know what the hell Mo Cen was doing, but he still obediently got into the car. He made a big fuss about their company's accounts last time, and she hasn't settled it with him yet, so she must make it clear this time.

After driving for almost an hour, I arrived at my destination, and when I got off the car, An Sheng found that this place was her alma mater, C University, she hadn't been here for four years, and it had changed so much that she couldn't recognize it.

In fact, she and Mozen are alumni, she met Mozen in her freshman year, he happened to be a senior that year, and she still remembers that she caused him to fail to graduate in his last year.

Ansheng first met Mozen in a psychiatric treatment room, when she was in college, Ansheng's mental state was very poor, she could see An Ruo no matter what, she began to have insomnia all night long, and even anxious to keep losing her hair, so she found a psychiatrist, she wanted to pin her hopes on the psychiatrist, maybe her illness, psychotherapy can be cured.

She made an appointment with the doctor in advance, there was no class today, there was time to go to see a doctor, she was waiting for the elevator downstairs, the elevator arrived, and there was another boy who went in with An Sheng, An Sheng looked at him, he was a head higher than An Sheng, it should be more than one meter and eight, An Sheng stood behind him, he couldn't see his face clearly, and there were only two of them in the whole elevator.

An Sheng was looking through the reservation list in his hand, and suddenly, the elevator made a loud noise, swaying up and down, and then the elevator stopped, but fortunately, the lights were not out.

After a while, Ansheng saw the boy in front of her slap the elevator a few times, trying to open the elevator door with his hand, but failed after several attempts, Ansheng just watched silently throughout the whole process, without saying a word or helping anything.

Seeing that this method didn't work, he began to press the distress button on the elevator, and after waiting for a while, someone finally answered, "What's wrong?" What's wrong? "There was a voice in the elevator, it was supposed to be the staff.

"The elevator is out of order, Block B Elevator No. 2, we are now on the thirteenth floor, there are two people in the elevator." As he said this, Mo Cen turned his head and glanced at An Sheng.

Only then did An Sheng see his face clearly, his appearance was the delicate one, his facial features were very three-dimensional, as if he had been carefully carved, he was very calm throughout the whole process, and he handled things unhurriedly.

"Okay, we'll deal with it right away, don't be nervous."

An Sheng didn't know why, she didn't feel a trace of fear, maybe she subconsciously hoped that the elevator would have an accident, so that everything would end and she could be truly relieved.

The elevator was very quiet, she and the boy did not speak, just silently waiting for rescue, after about seven or eight minutes, An Sheng found that something was wrong with the boy, he put his hand on the elevator door, in order to support his body, An Sheng walked over and found that he was pale, short of breath, and a cold sweat.

"What's wrong with you?" Ansheng asked.

As soon as An Sheng finished speaking, Mo Cen couldn't hold it anymore and fell directly to the ground, grabbing his throat with his hand, he felt that he was out of breath.

An Sheng knew that the matter might be a little serious, so he got up and pressed the distress button again.

"Is anyone there?" An Sheng asked.

"Yes, the rescuers have passed, it will be fine soon, hold on a little longer."

"Someone on our side has an accident, please help call 120." After saying this, An Sheng squatted directly on the ground and observed Mo Cen's situation.

An Sheng thought that they only pressed one floor when they entered the elevator, indicating that the two of them went to the same place, so he must have also gone to see a psychiatrist, and his onset was so sudden, it was likely to be a psychological reason, not a physical disease.

An Sheng slowly approached Mo Cen, took him into his arms, and patted him lightly on the back, "It's okay, with me, it will pass." ”

An Sheng found that Mo Cen's mood had eased a little, and said some reassuring words. But the prolonged lack of oxygen made him not look good, his breathing was getting weaker and weaker, and if the elevator couldn't recover, he could really die in it.

"Hold on a little longer, and you'll be able to get out in no time." An Sheng had already heard a voice coming in from outside.

"Is there anyone in there?" The people outside banged on the elevator door and shouted.

An Sheng carefully put Mo Cen down, got up and responded in the same way, "Someone is inside." ”

"Then you stay away from the elevator door, and we'll open it and get you out."

Hearing this, An Sheng hurriedly squatted down to help Mo Cen, and dragged him to settle him in the corner.

After a while, An Sheng felt a dazzling light coming in, they were saved, a medical staff came in and carried Mo Cen on a stretcher, she also walked out, she saw him look at her meaningfully before being sent away, An Sheng didn't expect that it was this hurried glance that made them inextricably linked from then on.