In April, the town still shows no signs of recovery.

The Meteorological Observatory kept broadcasting a yellow warning of short-term thunderstorms and strong winds today, reminding visitors to pay attention to strong winds and take protective measures.

Zhong Yi never had the habit of sitting in front of the TV at half past seven every night and watching the weather forecast broadcast on CCTV, so that this misguided move that was not included in her daily habits made her a big heel for the first time in a stormy and fickle town.

She was trapped in a lighthouse on the coast by a sudden storm. As soon as I was sleepy, a whole hour had passed. The phone is very useless to turn off, and the only tool you carry with you is a camera, which is not useful at all.

The howling sea breeze poured in through the worn glass, mixed with the icy rain, ravaging the temperature of every inch of her skin. The dark clouds pressed down darkly, impermeable to the wind, and it was only a moment, but it was like day and night outside.

The sound of the waves echoed in my ears, intermittently mixed with the whining sea breeze, and the crackling sound of bean-sized raindrops hitting the half-half windshield, and the light around me was extremely dim, and the more fear swelled up in my heart in this naturally formed dangerous environment, the more I revealed my weakness and helplessness.

Even if she has experienced a "death", she can't help but be frightened by such ghost weather.

Zhong Yi's face was pale, her arms were huddled in the corner of the wall, her white finger bones were tightly gripping the cold mobile phone, the cold around her suddenly dropped, and her body couldn't stop trembling, slowly, she seemed to feel the terrible degree of time passing quietly.

In addition to the chill that was cold to the bone marrow, there was also the fear of the unknown outside spreading from her heart, and the darkness swallowed her little by little.

Maybe it's because the passing year is unfavorable, or maybe she should get used to sitting in front of the TV at half past seven every night, watching the boring weather forecast, and knowing for the first time whether tomorrow's weather is suitable for going out.

In this way, the weather that is just sunny and suitable for taking pictures of the sea can turn into a storm and a tsunami that can occur at any time.

No one knows which one will come first without accidents or tomorrow, and Zhong Yi suddenly found that this sentence very aptly describes her situation at the moment.

Killed?

It was a word she couldn't even think of, like the hope of a drowning person who saw the last glimmer of light, but was also obscured by dark clouds, and lost hope.

Zhong Yi raised her head, her eyes glanced blankly at the precarious dilapidated glass in the window frame, her eyes gradually adjusted to the dark light around her, she slowly stood up against the wall, her legs became numb after holding the same position for a long time, fortunately she almost fell down while holding on to the wall.

She couldn't sit still, the longer she stayed here, the more dangerous it became, and it would be safer to run back to the road while the rain was light now than to sit and wait for the tsunami to swallow her.

Growing up by the sea, she understands that bad weather should stay away from the beach in time.

There was a loud "boom" behind him, followed by the crisp cracking sound of glass across the eardrums, and the whistling sea breeze was particularly abrupt. Raindrops poured into the lighthouse, splashing on the ground, and the temperature kept dropping.

Zhongyi's back was wet, half rain, half cold sweat, her breath was stagnant, her restless heart was beating wildly, her back was pressed against the cold and biting wall, and she turned her head to look out of the broken window, the unpredictable sky.

Before her consciousness was about to be swallowed up by the darkness, a beam of light broke through the layers of darkness and shone onto one wall.

The light was too dazzling, and she couldn't see who the owner was under the opposite side light, but the small square of the light was enough to soothe her nervous and flustered heart.

The beam of light was closer to her, and before Zhong Yi could see who the other party was, a familiar voice sounded in his ears: "Zhong Yi, I'm here to take you home." ”

The voice seemed to be infused with some kind of magic, which had a soothing effect, and for a moment, the fear and anxiety in Zhongyi's heart disappeared in an instant, and his mind calmed down.

"Ann, Ann?" With the beam shortening, Zhong Yi could see the young man standing opposite her clearly, and her tense nerves immediately relaxed. As soon as she spoke, her voice trembled unnoticed, "Why are you here?" ”

Shouldn't he be at home with this bad ghost weather? Why did you come here?

"I can't contact you, and my phone has been turned off, so I'm here to try my luck, and I really let me find you." An Shu's voice was soft, ignoring the danger that occurred when he was looking for her everywhere, and the corners of his lips curled slightly upward, and he moved closer to her.

"I forgot to charge my phone last night, so it turned off." From time to time, Zhong Yi rubbed his arms together, trying to get some warmth from them.

His shoulders sank, and his coat was taken off and draped over her at some point, and between her breaths, she carried the faint fragrance of his coat, which was the smell she was familiar with.

Zhong Yi took a puff a little greedily, as if she had returned to a warm home, the coldness on her body was replaced by warmth, and the wind and rain outside had nothing to do with her.

As she descended the stairs, Yasuki walked behind her, the beam of the flashlight illuminating the stairs beneath her feet with unmistakable accuracy, and the camera was hung on his chest, and the lens was drenched in the rain, sliding down crooked curves.

An Shu opened the inky black umbrella, the handle of the umbrella was slender, and the whole thing was dull black, holding it in his hand, but it looked unexpectedly good.

The young man's back was thin and thin, holding a black umbrella standing in the rain, and his figure was tall. Zhong Yizhen was worried that in the next second, he would be blown away by the sea breeze along with the black umbrella.

The umbrella was tilted towards her, and he lowered his head, got under the umbrella, and touched his shoulder, unconsciously holding the hand hanging at his side was clenched by his palm, and his fingertips gently rubbed the back of her hand.

It's a little habit he's always had.

Zhong Yi was a little puzzled, and looked down at the hand that was being held under the hem of his clothes, and his cold voice sounded above his head, mixed with the whistling sea breeze drifting into his cochlea: "The rain is too strong, I can't see the road ahead clearly." ”

The flashlight beam shook a few times, and Zhong let go of his heart and let himself cling to An Shu and lead him forward, An Shu was afraid of the dark, this is what she knew.

His heart couldn't help but tighten, Zhong Yi frowned in annoyance, if he didn't run out to take some sea views, he wouldn't have encountered a storm and was trapped in the lighthouse, and finally let him run so far to pick her up, it is conceivable that he must have suffered a lot on the way here.

"Anshu, thank you."

The corners of An Shu's lips curled, and the softest place in his heart was gently touched, shy and sweet.

When they got home, the two of them were still not spared from being caught in the rain, but they were okay, except for the pants that were wet by the rain, the rest were dry. An Shu was even more embarrassed than her, her umbrellas were all protecting Zhongyi, and she was soaking wet, as if she had just been salvaged from the water.

"Aunt Ghost Weather doesn't get off work either?" Zhong Yi took the towel, wiped his wet hair carelessly, swept around the living room, and suddenly felt a little cold when An Jiadeng came.

Because Mr. and Mrs. An work as translators, they spend more time in the company and on business trips than at home, and sometimes, Zhong Xiang will not see them for several days or a month, and after a long time, An's family will become more and more deserted.

An Shu has long been accustomed to it, and it can even be said that he is numb.

"The company is working overtime." An Shu took the towel from her hand and carefully wiped her long wet hair, running her fingers through her hair, leaving a faint shampoo fragrance on her hair.

Zhong Yi's cheeks were slightly red, and he suddenly felt that this kind of trivial matter would trouble others, and he was really lazy to go out of the sky.

"Why are you soaking wet?" Zhong Yi frowned, only then did he notice that An Shu's clothes were wet, "Hurry up and change into dry clothes, otherwise it will be troublesome if you catch a cold." ”

"Okay." An Shu casually put the towel on the back of the sofa and turned to go upstairs.

Zhong Yi casually pulled away his long hair, walked into the kitchen, boiled water, put in ginger slices, waited for the color of the water to slowly turn light brown, turned off the heat, added a few spoonfuls of brown sugar and stirred gently.

She walked out of the kitchen with the boiled ginger tea, An Shu had already changed into comfortable cotton home clothes, and a few strands of hair fell in front of her eyes, covering her cold and deep eyes, fading away from maturity and wisdom, and she was only a fourteen-year-old boy.

"Put a lot of brown sugar, rest assured, there is no ginger spicy," Zhong Yi picked up the soup porcelain bowl, and saw that his eyebrows were frowning, and he couldn't help but chuckle.

An Shu picked up the porcelain bowl of soup, took a sip, drank it in the last breath, put down the bowl, and pulled out a smile at the corner of his mouth: "It's too sweet, you can put less brown sugar next time." ”

Favor: "......"

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At six o'clock in the evening, Zhong Yi ran to An's house at the behest of Zhong's mother, knocked on the door of Anshu's room, and called him to go to her house for dinner. After knocking for a long time, no one answered or opened the door, she was a little puzzled, no matter what An Shu was doing in the past, as long as she knocked on the door three times, two short and one long, this was the code between them, An Shu would open the door unguarded.

But today, something is abnormal.

Zhong Yi suddenly had a sense of foreboding in his heart, and his subordinates quickly opened the door of the room without hindrance. At a glance, I saw An Shu lying on the bed with a frowning brow, his body curled up tightly, and his cheeks were not bloody and pale.

"Anshu?" Zhong Yi's heart tightened, half squatting in front of the bed, gently pushed An Shu, his fingertips brushed his frowning brows, the hot heat between his fingers made Zhong Yi jump, she lifted the bangs between An Shu's forehead, her palms covered his forehead, and the hot body temperature made her frown.

"Why is it so hot?" Zhongyi pulled the quilt behind him over him, tucked the corners of the quilt, covered him tightly, and got up and walked out of the room. When he came back, he had an extra thermometer in his hand, and he lifted An Shu's arm and clamped it under his armpit, afraid that he would not be honest and could not measure the temperature normally, so he pressed one hand on his arm holding the thermometer, while calculating the time.

Five minutes later, she took out the thermometer and looked at the degrees above it against the light, a high fever, thirty-nine .eight degrees. Physical cooling is useless and must be taken to the hospital.

It is impossible to take a taxi, it will only slow down the time, Zhong Yi hurriedly ran downstairs, ran to the living room, picked up the landline phone and called Zhong Mu to ask her to prepare the car quickly, An Shu had a high fever and was sent to the hospital as soon as possible.

Hung up the phone, Zhong Yi ran back to An Shu's room, helped him sit up, helped him get dressed and shoes, gritted his teeth, and carried him directly downstairs with difficulty.