If he didn't know him well enough, Yi Hui almost thought he did it on purpose.
Letting him go was not only rude, but also suspected of admitting "I am Yi Hui"; not letting him go would be tacitly tacitly acknowledging that he could continue to pester him, anyway, it was wrong to respond.
Yi Hui couldn't make up his mind, the two sides hesitated for a while, and before they could answer, the two who went to buy drinks came back.
"Four identical bottles of mineral water, don't take any of them." Tang Wenxi distributed them one by one, went to Yi Hui's side, looked at Zhou Jinheng who was standing there, and turned to look at him, "What were you two talking about just now? Don't talk anymore?"
"It's nothing." After Yi Hui finished speaking, he unscrewed the bottle cap and took a sip.
The four continued to walk together.
The second half of the road is a little difficult to walk. The stone road is only paved halfway up the mountainside. There are fewer tourists here. Most people stop at the platform just now. It is also a perfect location for a picnic and leisure.
However, Tang Wenxi said that if you don't climb, you must climb to the top of the mountain, otherwise you won't be able to count. It just so happened that Yi Hui didn't stop to have a picnic with the two, and continued to climb on his already sore legs.
The dirt path seems to have been forcibly stepped on by people who had climbed the mountain before. It was steep and twisty, rising and falling. If it weren't for Tang Wenxi's cooperation, it might not be possible to climb up.
They felt that it was difficult, and the people behind were naturally unable to do what they wanted. Yang Chengxuan shouted for the first time that he couldn't get up. Yi Hui saw Tang Wenxi frequently turning back and looked uneasy, and said, "You go, I am one. People can go."
Tang Wenxi dropped the sentence "I'll be right back" and slipped back down the path. Yi Hui raised his head and looked at the road ahead, silently cheering himself up in his heart, clenching the backpack straps on his shoulders, and climbing up in one go.
Facts have proved that there is no problem for one person. Seeing that he will reach the highest point after walking for a while, Yi Hui can no longer hear the voice behind him. He originally wanted to wait for them at the same place for a while, but when he thought that Zhou Jinheng was also there, he gave up the idea and thought of waiting for the top of the mountain. It's not too late, people are so brave.
When I climbed to the top of the mountain, I found that there was no one there. There was also a platform for tourists to rest among the green trees. Yi Hui climbed up the stairs and leaned on the railing to look at it, and found that the scenery here was very beautiful. The blue sea in the distance.
He put down his backpack and sat on the low stone beside the fence. The mountain wind at the highest point dried the sweat from his forehead. At the same time, I finally felt the thrill of climbing a mountain.
It's a pity that this pleasure is fleeting, and before I have time to experience it carefully, the sky has changed.
Yesterday, Yi Hui checked the weather forecast and said that it was sunny and cloudy today, but he didn't take it to heart. Seeing that the dark clouds were gradually obscuring the sunlight, he was not in a hurry.
Who would have guessed that the left and right were waiting, people didn't wait, and a drop of rain fell on the head.
Yi Hui was a little panicked, and took out his mobile phone to call Tang Wenxi. The signal on the mountain was not good, so I finally got through. When the other end was connected, the voice was intermittent and almost inaudible. I only heard Tang Wenxi say something like "Stay and don't move", "I'll be with him right away" and so on. It turned to a busy tone, the weather changed, and the signal became more and more volatile.
I wanted to make a phone call home, but I hung up halfway through the call. Yi Hui didn't think it was necessary, so he could only make his mother and sister anxious. This is a mountain near the house, and the altitude is not high. Even if it rained and was trapped for a while, it would be fine. Can't go down.
He thought easy, but the actual situation is not optimistic.
Large groups of dark clouds came from all directions, and the rain fell as soon as it was said, and in the blink of an eye, the originally dry slate floor of the platform was soaked wet. Yi Hui had nowhere to hide from the rain, so he unpacked the tent and put it on top of his head. Raindrops fell on the rain-proof cloth above his head like a rainbow. The loud and noisy sound made Yi Hui's heart beat wildly, as if he was alone in an experience. human disaster.
This feels familiar. Yi Hui wrapped his tent tightly and tried his best to keep his eyes open to avoid recollection, but what he saw in front of him was still close to and overlapped with the scenes deep in his memory, and even hearing similar sounds could make the picture appear.
It didn't rain that night, but the wind whistling in my ears did not stop for a moment, accompanied by the swaying sound of the branches. It was not like the wind was blowing the leaves, but the leaves were splitting the wind, cutting the originally complete section into pieces, with sharp edges. The thorns and knives squeezed in, piercing the defense that Yi Hui had built so hard.
The current situation was even worse, but he was no longer the Yi Hui who only foolishly waited for someone to save him. He was afraid and knew to run away. He put the bag back on his back, draped the tent cloth on the outermost side to keep out the rain, stepped off the platform, and walked back slowly along the path from which he came.
On a rainy day, the mountain road was muddy, and the rain fell in his eyes to block his vision. Before taking two steps, Yi Hui slipped because he didn't step on the right place. He got up and continued to move forward. He estimated the wrong height and distance on a steep step, and fell straight forward. Fortunately, there were no obstacles such as rocks in front of him. He fell to his knees, knees. There was a dull pain.
Yi Hui forced himself to stand up, not bothering to check whether his pants were torn or not, nor was he bothering to walk slowly on the slippery mountain road, there was only one thought in his mind, that is to hurry down the mountain.
He stumbled down the hill, as if if he didn't run, he would be overtaken and locked in that little house where no one would come to save him.
Yi Hui bumped a few more times and couldn't remember. He lost all five senses in the rush to run. He couldn't see the road ahead and couldn't hear someone calling him. Finally escaped.
Zhou Jinheng didn't expect to find someone here. He was walking hard along the road up the mountain. He just recognized a series of footsteps from the sound of wind and rain. When he looked up, he saw a figure rushing forward. He subconsciously opened his arms to pick it up. It's not that he reacted in time, maybe this time he can really fall out.
After taking two steps back, Zhou Jinheng called out softly, "Huihui?"
The man in his arms didn't speak or move, only his shoulders trembled violently with the rapid breathing.
After confirming that it was Yi Hui, Zhou Jinheng tightened his arms, pressed his chin to the top of his hair buried in his chest, and said with a sigh of relief, "It's alright, don't be afraid, I'm here."
After all, the mountain did not descend.
The rain was getting heavier and heavier. Seeing that it would not stop for a while, Yi Hui wanted to continue descending, but the stone road soaked by the rain was even more difficult to walk than the dirt road, almost slipping every step of the way. Zhou Jinheng walked in front, and when he reached out, no one was willing to hold him, so he had to walk sideways, protecting him with his raised arms.
Yi Hui felt that this was more dangerous, so he simply didn't leave. When he reached the platform halfway up the mountain, he walked to the open space, took off the rain cover and backpack, and started to set up the tent.
He has never built this thing before. Even the portable version that is easy to operate is still very troublesome. He doesn't know where to support it when the bracket is inserted into the hole.
Later, it was set up with the help of Zhou Jinheng.
Zhou Jinheng took over a role as a soldier when he first debuted. In order to act realistically, he taught himself many survival skills before joining the group, including setting up a tent. Zhou Jinheng learns everything very quickly. Yi Hui, who was practicing with him at home at the time, was quite depressed. I hope he can play with him a few more times.
Unexpectedly remembering the past, Yi Hui, who was squatting in the tent, saw the door curtain open, but he forgot to stop Zhou Jinheng from letting him in.
Even though the tent was noisy and noisy due to wind and rain, Yi Hui could still hear the rustling of the movements, followed by a beam of warm yellow light that illuminated Zhou Jinheng's rain-soaked face.
"It's dark outside, take this one." He hunched over, propped himself on the ground with one hand, put the phone on the blanket in front of Yi Hui, and stepped back with both hands and feet.
When he retreated to the door and was about to put down the curtain, he added: "I'm just outside, call me if you have something."
what can happen? The tent is set up, and there is food and drink in the bag, and even a change of clothes. It is not impossible to stay here for one night.
Speaking of staying for one night, Yi Hui couldn't help but think of Tang Wenxi, who said he was going to camp with him on the mountain. Zhou Jinheng said when he set up the tent just now that the two went down the mountain to find support. Even though he knew that this was the safest and safest method, Yi Hui still scolded this guy who put more emphasis on sex than friends, wondering if you only have that Yang Chengxuan in your eyes, as for leaving me alone
Put on clean clothes, and the anger is almost gone. Yi Hui picked up the phone and found that there were two signals at the moment, so she hurriedly called home and told Jiang Yimang that she was trapped on the mountain when it rained, and she would go home when the rain stopped, and told her to tell her mother not to worry.
Jiang Yimang yelled at the other end of the phone, "Oh my god, are you alone?"
Yi Hui glanced at the curtain: "No, there are others."
"Oh, I see." Jiang Yimang was out of his mind. He was nervous just now, but now he laughed, "Then you guys have fun, don't rush down the mountain, you can come back tomorrow morning."
Yi Hui hung up the phone inexplicably.
When I took out the tissue from the bag, I suddenly remembered a face dripping with water under the light just now. Living in a tent set up by someone else and using someone else's mobile phone for lighting, Yi Hui felt guilty and felt guilty. He stretched his legs and drew, and felt that the space inside the tent was not too small, and the two of them would not be unable to move.
What's more, it's still raining outside, even strangers shouldn't leave people outside in the rain.
After a long time of psychological construction, he made sure that he had completely placed himself in Jiang Yihui's state. He climbed to the door, opened the curtain a crack, and rushed outside: "It's raining heavily, come in and hide from the rain."
A small tent stood halfway up the mountain, and there was a dim light from the half-covered curtain.
Yi Hui handed Zhou Jinheng a tissue, and by the way, he also took one to wipe his eyes. When he opened his eyes and found that the person opposite was looking at him, Yi Hui subconsciously lowered his eyebrows, for fear that Zhou Jinheng would see that he had cried.
Fortunately, the rain just now was heavy enough, and no one saw the tears spilling out of his eyes when he was relaxed. Fortunately, the light at the moment was insufficient, and the slightest trace of redness was not enough for people to capture.
Zhou Jinheng didn't look at it for a long time before turning his eyes away. At least from his posture, he couldn't tell that he was uncomfortable. One long leg was crossed on the ground, one arm was placed on the bent knee, and the palm of his hand was naturally drooping inward. Yi Hui glanced at him and could just see the side of his hand. Twisted wound that has scabbed over.
It hurts to look at. Yi Hui shuddered, and distractedly went through the backpack again, and found a blanket tightly tied with ropes, seeing that the color matched the tent.
The rope may have been buckled by Jiang Xuemei, with several dead knots. Yi Hui didn't keep his fingernails, and tossed for a long time without breaking a knot. When he was exhausted and about to give up, he stretched out a slender hand and took the bundled blanket over.
Taking out a lighter and a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, Zhou Jinheng picked out a cigarette that was not wet and held it in his mouth. After lighting the lighter, he suddenly remembered something and asked, "Can I smoke? It'll be fine in a while."
Yi Hui was stunned: "Ah, yes."
Zhou Jinheng skillfully lit the cigarette he was holding, then put down the lighter, and took the cigarette to scald the rope. As a smell of burnt fabric passed through his nose, the rope spread out, and the position and strength of the cigarette butt pressed were well grasped. It just so happened that the blanket wasn't burnt at all.
When he took it over, Yi Hui whispered "Thank you".
He selfishly included everything he wanted to say in these two words, including thanking Zhou Jinheng for coming back to him. Other than that, he didn't want to have any real communication with this person.
Perhaps it was because of the unpleasant encounters in the past few times, and because he didn't give a good face in front of his friends today, Zhou Jinheng had a bad temper, and he didn't respond when he heard his thanks. He took a breath, opened the curtain and let out the smoke.
After repeating this several times, Yi Hui, who didn't want to pay attention to him, couldn't help but point his eyes from nowhere to him again.
In my memory, Zhou Jinheng only smoked cigarettes when filming because of the role.
He was only 18 years old when he debuted, and he was forced to be engaged by his family at the most rebellious age. That was probably the most depressing period of his life. Even so, Yi Hui never saw him fall into depravity, drinking and socializing. It's a stop-and-go, let alone smoking, and he won't be fooled if someone tries to smack him.
At this moment, a cigarette is sandwiched between the two beautifully shaped thin lips, and the fire will not go out as the tobacco burns. When the cigarette is transferred between the index finger and the middle finger, the sound of exhaling the smoke ring is like a sigh. Yi Hui was in a trance.
When did he learn to smoke
Once again aware of the vague gaze that fell on him, Zhou Jinheng threw the cigarette he had not had a few puffs out of his hand, watched the light of the fire being doused by the rain, and turned around and said, "Yang Chengxuan put the cigarette here for me. , I'm not addicted to smoking."
Yi Hui felt embarrassed to be seen through his mind, he held the blanket and moved back about a foot away, as if to say "what does this have to do with me" with his actions.
An inexplicable chuckle came to his ears, Yi Hui raised his head when he heard the sound, and met a pair of dark and quiet eyes first.
"I've grown up." Zhou Jinheng looked at Yi Hui, his voice was as calm and firm as himself, "You can trust me."