Song Yu and Zhou Yanqing just walked to the lobby when Meng Shiping hurriedly chased after him. He said in a deep voice, "My mother is in the hospital. I'm going to my sister's."
"Is it serious?" Song Yu blurted out and asked, frowning.
"Suddenly passed out. My sister was sent to the hospital in time and is still in the hospital."
Meng Shiping sighed. A few years ago, her mother was diagnosed with advanced liver cirrhosis and had to undergo a liver transplant to save her life, but her body has been weak ever since. He is busy with work, and his mother has been taken care of by his sister.
After Song Yu asked, he remembered that according to the trajectory of his previous life, Meng Shiping's mother was indeed ill at this time, and he even made a special trip to Meng Shiping's hometown to visit the old man.
Song Yu's mood was a bit complicated. A few years ago, Meng Shiping's mother was ill and needed a lot of surgery fees. Meng Shiping called him to borrow money, and the two of them became close. He introduced Meng Shiping to his company and became own agent.
Although the mood was subtle, no matter what enmity he had with Meng Shiping, it had nothing to do with the old man suffering from illness.
Song Yu asked Meng Shiping: "Then are you going back now?"
"There is no flight. I will stay here for one night today and leave early tomorrow morning. Xiao Zhou and Gao Lei will go to record the program with you." Meng Shiping replied.
Song Yu glanced at Gao Lei behind Meng Shiping, and said, "You don't know when you'll be back, so let Gao Lei go back to the company and stand by. The program will be recorded for up to three days, and Xiao Zhou will just follow me."
Meng Shiping hesitated for a moment and nodded in agreement.
City B is a landform of mountains and rivers, and when you leave the county, you have to take the Panshan Highway. The road conditions are not good, and the weight of the filming along the way in the morning is enough for post-editing, so all the guests no longer carpool, and each person has a car to rest conveniently.
Zhou Yan quietly followed Song Yu into the car, and Song Yu was still sitting in the last row behind the driver. When Song Yu left the room, his face was still gloomy, and his expression was not very good. Zhou Yan handed over the neck pillow and stopped talking, put on the earphones and listened to the audiobook.
With only one earphone on, he reclined in his seat motionless, his eyes staring at the receding street scene outside, and his mind was elsewhere.
After sitting for a while, Zhou Yanqing realized that his right hand hanging on the seat touched something soft, and he raised his arm reflexively, only to find that his wrist was firmly held in Song Yu's hand.
"Song, Teacher Song." Zhou Yan stared nervously at Song Yu.
Song Yu was also taken aback by Zhou Yanqing's reaction, he explained awkwardly: "Sorry, I thought you fell asleep, I just wanted to see the injury on your hand."
Zhou Yan shifted his gaze to the back of his hand in a daze, and Song Yu was gently rubbing the scratch made by the zipper pull with his fingertips. There was nothing unusual at first, neither painful nor itchy, but when Song Yu stroked it, it suddenly became scalding, as if being touched by a flame.
"No, it's okay, cough, cough!" Zhou Yanqing's heart was beating wildly, he swallowed nervously, but unexpectedly, he choked on his own saliva, and began to cough, which was getting worse.
Song Yu unscrewed a bottle of water and handed it over, Zhou Yan took a small sip of water to moisten his throat.
The originally embarrassing atmosphere was inexplicably amused by this episode, Song Yu took out a ointment from his pocket and handed it to Zhou Yanqing: "I'm sorry, I didn't do it on purpose, I took it from the logistics team and wipe it on two or three times a day Just do it."
Zhou Yanqing was a little dazed, he stared straight at Song Yu, and in his mind combined Song Yu at this moment with the young man who handed him chocolate seven years ago.
The person is still the same person, but the things in his eyes are different.
The eyes of the youth seven years ago were full of vigorous summer, but now Song Yu seems to only see the burnt wasteland in his eyes.
"What's wrong?" Song Yu picked up the ointment and shook it in front of Zhou Yanqing's eyes.
Zhou Yan came to his senses lightly, lowered his head to hide the emotion in his eyes, took the ointment and shook his head: "It's nothing, thank you Teacher Song."
The two looked at each other and sat back to their original positions with a smile. Song Yu lazily leaned against the back of the chair, his eyes locked on Zhou Yanqing's hair sticking out of the seat cushion.
Maybe it was because the autumn wind pouring into the car window was too refreshing, or maybe it was Zhou Yanqing's hair that swayed too regularly and had a hypnotic effect, Song Yu's eyelids gradually became heavy.
Zhou Yan held the ointment lightly and sat upright, until the heat on the back of his hands and ears gradually faded, he dared to relax his numb waist a little and looked back.
Song Yu fell asleep.
He breathed a sigh of relief.
As the convoy drove out of the urban area, the already gloomy sky suddenly became cloudy and dark. As a flash of lightning split the thick dark clouds, a huge thunder rumbled across the clouds, and then the torrential rain fell down.
The moment the lightning flashed, Zhou Yanqing quickly closed the car window. He subconsciously glanced at Song Yu. Fortunately, he was not woken up.
In just a few minutes, it was almost dark. The strong wind whipped the rain on the windshield like a whip, the wipers were no longer working, and the whole car was shrouded in a chaotic rain curtain.
Before going out this morning, Zhou Yan looked lightly at the weather forecast in City B, saying that there would be light to moderate rain, so he deliberately packed two umbrellas in his backpack, but unexpectedly the light rain turned into a sudden storm.
The convoy has entered the winding and winding country road, the road surface is narrow, and there is no guardrail installed on the outside. If you don't pay attention, the car and people may roll down the mountain.
Zhou Yanqing climbed to the co-pilot's seat to help the driver keep an eye on the road ahead. The driver also received a call from the relevant person in charge, asking him to slow down and keep a distance from the car in front, and not to place orders.
The lightning, thunder and storm didn't mean to stop, Zhou Yanqing sat in the co-pilot and looked back worriedly, Song Yu still didn't wake up.
"Teacher Song slept soundly." The driver stared intently at the taillights of the car in front of him and said something distracted.
Zhou Yan let out a light "huh", and took another look at the light of the center console display. Song Yu still maintained the posture of leaning back, his head moved as the car turned, and there was a faint glint of water on his forehead.
Zhou Yanqing noticed something strange, he quickly climbed out of the passenger seat, turned off all the cameras, and called out "Teacher Song" in a panic and suppressed trembling voice.
Song Yu seemed to have been drenched in the rain, his forehead and face were covered with fine beads of sweat, he was breathing heavily and looked extremely uncomfortable, but his limbs seemed to be tied to the seat and could not move, he could only rely on the heavy Wheezing and frowning to express his pain.
Song Yu is currently trapped in a nightmare of despair.
The climbing rope around his neck was compressing the carotid artery, the blood sent to the brain was greatly reduced, his vision began to blur, and his ears began to buzz. The air in his lungs has been exhausted, but his consciousness is clear, and he feels his lungs convulsing involuntarily.
Song Yu knew that this was a dream, like in every dream, the next second he would fall with the crystal chandelier, and then he would get oxygen to come back to life. But this time it seemed to be a little different. He waited and waited with his legs hanging in the air before the chandelier fell, but his consciousness became clearer, and the feeling of suffocation made his life worse than death.
He wanted to save himself, to get rid of this suffocation, but his legs didn't have any point of support, and he couldn't feel the existence of his hands.
Is this the end of everything
"Teacher Song..." A melodious call came from a distant place.
Before he had time to tell whose voice it was, Song Yu felt a firm embrace encircling his calf, and someone lifted his body with force, and his neck was freed from the shackles of the climbing rope.
"Cough cough cough!"
A large amount of air poured into the nose and nose, and the body began to cough instinctively, Song Yu suddenly opened his eyes.