Tong Huaiqing raised his eyes and looked at the sky, and was immediately blinded by the rain.

Last night, there was thunder and lightning and it didn't rain, and it is estimated that I am holding back my strength at this time, and it is called a vivid, wanton and arrogant.

He was soaking wet, his shirt clung to his chest, and the tips of his fingers were still dripping with water.

He wiped his face and sneezed again.

The surface of the river was full of huge blisters that had been smashed by the rain, and the sky and earth resounded with a loud noise, and it was foggy, and even the buildings opposite looked dusty.

Tong Huaiqing gritted his teeth and held on to a raised stone, and held it down hard, but he still didn't stand up.

Hurt.

An hour ago, he hadn't expected himself to be so down.

Walking along the river, you can see the residential area in the distance, but the rainstorm suddenly came, the embankment was full of soft weeping willows, only a camphor tree could be slightly avoided, Tong Huaiqing quickly stepped through the overgrown weeds, brushed aside the bushes, but suddenly stepped into the air, fell into a deep trench.

There was a bit of a scrape on my elbow and my ankle was fine.

But, twisted to the waist.

Sitting on the piano bench for a long time to practice, he himself had a slight lumbar muscle strain, and his brain was blank in pain, and when he reacted, he had already rolled down and sat on the mud and sand.

Fortunately, there is a half-human-high earth wall behind it, and this position can stagger the slope of the rainstorm, but the river level in front of me continues to rise, and the rain is getting heavier and heavier, and the coolness is so cold that it penetrates into the bone marrow.

It hurts.

No matter how hard you try, you can't stand up.

The pouring rain has no intention of stopping.

Tong Huaiqing leaned back his neck, his face pale, and he was breathing heavily.

I remember one time in Europe, it also rained so heavily, and the foreigner's ghost place was sunny for a few days, and after drinking a cup of coffee, his mouth was filled with bitterness, and he was going to perform on stage tomorrow, but his fingers kept shaking inexplicably.

He closed his eyes and pushed open the window.

The room was poured into the wind, the piano score was blown everywhere, the roses in the vase were slanted under the branches, Tong Huaiqing's front was wet, and the dry fire in his heart was extinguished little by little by the cold.

The fingers stopped shaking.

He calmly went to the bathroom to take a shower, dried his hair with a hair dryer, wrapped himself in a soft bathrobe, and smiled at the waiters who came in to bring dinner.

Like perfect porcelain without cracks.

But there were still flaws in that performance.

There was a lot of criticism.

In fact, thinking about it now, those languages can be regarded as mild, because at that time he was still young, and he was regarded as a rising star of classical music, and at the end of the commentary, he still settled on expectations.

At dusk, the city with a long history finally clears.

He and his mother sat on opposite sides of the table, facing each other, with flowers, candles, and delicate cold cuts in between.

A silver knife cuts through the half-cooked steak, dripping a little pink blood.

His mother suddenly looked at him: "Are you used to eating, do you want to eat Chinese food, noodles?" ”

"When I was a kid, you loved to eat the tomato and egg noodles I made the most," she pulled out her chair and walked out, "There should be this kind of service in the guest room, Mom will make it for you." ”

Tong Huaiqing stood up: "Mom, I don't want to eat noodles." ”

"Oh," she said, standing still, silent for a moment, and then opening her mouth, "do you want to eat hand-rolled noodles?" ”

"I don't have much appetite today......"

The mother smiled gently: "Then you just wait a minute, I'll go make you tomato noodles." ”

"I don't want to eat it."

"But, soon."

"I said, I don't want to eat this now!"

The well-maintained face turned around, with a little sincere doubt: "It's really fast, you just have to wait a while." ”

"Mom," he rolled down, trying to keep his tone as soft as he could, "I said I didn't want to eat, so don't do it." ”

Mother paused.

"Then I'll make it first, and maybe you'll want to eat it later."

The rain fell in the mouth, and there was a faint fishy smell.

Tong Huaiqing took a deep breath slowly, putting aside his complicated thoughts.

What to do.

He couldn't move, and he couldn't open his mouth to call for help, so he struggled to pick up a stone and threw it into the river, but it was immediately swallowed up by the rain, and it couldn't attract anyone's attention at all.

With such bad weather and environment, who would notice that there is a person in the ravine who is barely breathing.

The back hurt so badly that Tong Huaiqing's entire lower body seemed to be unconscious, he barely ate anything yesterday, he didn't sleep all night, his arms were stiff to the point of difficulty, and he tried to hold on to the rock again, trying to stand up.

"Whoa—"

The rock was loose, sliding down with the soil that had been washed away by the water, Tong Huaiqing just stood up, and fell again, it was too embarrassing, the rain smashed his head and face, his eyes were so painful that he couldn't open them, he raised the back of his hand to wipe and wiped again, but he couldn't finish wiping the water on his face at all.

The birds that had been overturned in their nests could only huddle together with their companions, waiting little by little for the heavy rain to stop.

He didn't even have anyone to rely on.

The wrist hung down weakly, Tong Huaiqing looked at the Xue Bai, a few months ago he had hesitated to cut the flesh there, the cold blades were hanging above, as long as he used a slight force, he would never be so painful again.

How cowardly, or give up at the last minute.

The mind roars aboard the green train and exiles itself.

The rain was still increasing, and the river continued to rise, even breaking the embankment on the opposite side, and was about to come to his feet.

At this time, I didn't feel any pain, but I was numb, and my vision began to wander, and I could only hear the call in my hoarse voice in the sound of the pouring rain.

"Tong Tong—"

Unable to tell where the other party was, he finally came to his senses and tried to support himself in response.

"Where are you—"

Tong Huaiqing slapped the dirt slope, making too little noise, and picked up the stone and smashed it on the ground, trying to make a noise.

[I'm here. 】

[Help me.] 】

The stones and bones rolled away.

Tong Huaiqing was slightly stunned.

Myself...... Calling for help.

Struggling to survive.

"No, anyone—"

The voice seemed to be going away.

The palms that had been seen as eyeballs were numb, and the palms were full of muddy and dirty water, Tong Huaiqing leaned sideways and slapped the dirt wall again.

"I'm here. 】

I can't see it, I can't hear it, the river is rushing up, overflowing the instep.

My throat hurts from sandpaper.

"I ......"

The right hand pats the uneven slope wall full of roots.

"I ...... ...... here"

Blood, like rain, has a faint fishy smell.

"Pool...... Ikeno, I'm here ......! ”

The raging river swelled, tumbled and roared, and the waves rolled up and down like stormy waves.

Tong Huaiqing gasped violently, his heart suffocated a sharp pain, and slowly closed his eyes.

"Boom!"

The weeping willow on the shore fell and was swept into the trembling waters.

Tong Huaiqing exhaled softly.

He was picked up.

-

The terrain in the courtyard is high, there is no stagnant water, and the delicate flowers have been moved under the eaves in advance.

Chi Yinuo sat on a small bench, holding his cheeks and looking at the night sky.

The clouds were not so thick, and the moonlight was soft and diffuse.

The rain has stopped, and when you wake up tomorrow morning, earthworms and snails will crawl out and arch over the stems and leaves dotted with water droplets.

The bedroom door was pushed open, and Ikeno lifted the towel hanging around his neck to wipe the sweat from his head.

"Big brother," Chi Yinuo stood up, "How's it going?" ”

Ikeno threw the towel into the cold water and washed: "Just got the fever down." ”

Chi Yinuo sat back and stood up again: "Can I go over and have a look?" ”

After getting her brother's approval, the little girl ran to the house.

The towel was wrung out and placed on the hanging clothesline, and the lower corners were flattened, and Ikeno sat down in a chair with a back, feeling a cigarette and lighting it, the scarlet flame flickering brightly, and spitting out pale smoke rings.

Luckily I found it.

Although he wanted to kick this guy and run to the river, he didn't know if it rained a lot in this season, and it was easy to burst the embankment.

I also hurt myself, and when I picked it up, I fainted, and when I came back, I touched it, good guy, and I started to have a fever again.

How can it be so easy to get sick.

The wind can't blow and the rain can't get wet, and he will shake his face when he says a few words, too, a person who refuses to even twist the bottle cap by himself, and is yelled out by himself, must be angry, turn around and leave.

But you can't think about it.

Ikeno is a little unsure of his identity, his self-esteem is so high, is he really doing that kind of work? But that's not the point at the moment, in the morning, I heard Chai Daya say that I sent an unknown corpse last night, and I heard people see him at the funeral home one after another, and I almost scared myself to death.

Damn it.

Don't pant like that.

After hearing that after the separation, he walked along the river by himself, and the torrential rain was pouring, and Chi Ye sent Chen Xiangyang home, so he went to the shore with an umbrella to find someone.

Not assured.

You can't really be bad because of your own words.

It's still young, and if you do something wrong, you have a chance to change it.

If nothing happens.

He was about to give up looking for it, thinking about such a heavy rain, and guessing that people were not stupid, where to run and hide, and when he walked the last part of the road with little hope, he finally heard a faint cry for help.

Ikeno held the person in his arms for the second time, and he still felt the same as last time.

He's so light, like a fluttering dandelion, and when the wind blows, it's gone.

Wiped it with hot water simply, Chen Xiangyang helped to change into clean clothes again, and the doctor rushed to get an injection, the little peach heart face was burned red, the eyelashes trembled slightly, the tip of the tongue seemed to have been bitten by him, and the corners of the mouth were a little red.

I worked until dusk, and finally the fever subsided.

A long soot fell to the ground, and Ikeno leaned back in his chair with relief, afraid of repeated fever, especially at night, the doctor had explained, and he must be diligent at night.

For the past few nights, set up a bed by yourself and sleep in a room with him.

"Brother," Chen Xiangyang poked his head out, "He's awake!" ”

Ikeno crushed the cigarette butt in the ashtray, stood up and strode to the bedroom, the jasmine in the corner of the room was open, and there was a little fragrance wafting from nothing, and the man leaned against the head of the bed, just in time to raise his eyes to look.

The eyes are clear.

I was sweating and had a light flush on my face.

"Ikeno." Tong Huaiqing opened his mouth, and his timbre was also very clean and good, like mint leaves.

Suddenly laughed.

"Thank you."

The laugh ended too quickly, in a flash.

Ikeno was stunned.

How to say it, Ikeno didn't read to the end, but vaguely remembered an idiom taught by the teacher when he was in school.

Living color.