The students in the dormitory returned to the dormitory after seeing the emergency, and it was already dawn.
She hadn’t slept all night, and the pain in her stomach repeatedly tormented her, so she didn’t dare to go to bed, so she poured a cup of hot water and fell asleep on her desk. In other dimensions, since seeing Ji Chengyang, her spirit was dissipated. What she said and what she did did not resemble her.
Actually drank alcohol.
Ji Yi didn't dare to think further, his eyes were tightly closed, but his eyelashes were shaking slightly.
She heard the sound of the door being opened, opened her eyes, and saw her roommate return. The latter approached and put a plastic medicine bottle and two boxes of medicine in her hand: "You can eat whatever I eat. I asked the doctor to prescribe two."
She answered, picked up the box and looked at the instructions.
"That person is still outside," the roommate said softly, "Or you should go out and have a look. I stood outside on a windy day all night." After speaking, the roommate poured water out of the thermos and took the medicine. Go to bed to make up for a sleep.
The dormitory was quiet again.
In such a cold day and no class, the girls are of course happy to continue the weekly meeting.
Ji Yi continued to read the medication instructions on the box repeatedly. After reading it seven or eight times, he stood up, put on his down jacket and walked out of the dormitory in a hurry. Ji Yi opened the door, and the two girls passed by, whispering to see the handsome guy and the handsome guy, and then passed her and walked into the dormitory building.
Ji Yi lowered his head and slowly approached him in his gaze.
"I saw you just now," her hand was tightly clasped in the pocket of the down jacket, "are you coming to me?"
Ji Chengyang looked at her. After standing all night, he had already felt that this body didn't look like his own. Only the heart in his chest became tight because of her approach.
He closed his chin slightly and looked down at her: "Sisi."
Ji Yi lost consciousness for a moment.
No one has called her that for a long time.
She looked at the cracked concrete pavement under her feet and said softly, "Is there something wrong?"
"Sixi," his voice was dumb, not knowing whether this passage was too difficult, or because of exhaustion from staying up all night, "I'm not married."
not married
She was so shocked that she could not speak.
There were waves of double images in front of Ji Chengyang, and he had to take off his glasses, held them in his hand, and stretched out his other hand, trying to hold her shoulder: "Sixi."
"Don't do this." She took a half step back in a panic.
Ji Chengyang froze his arm, slowly lowered his hand, and inserted it into the pocket of his trousers with some embarrassment: "I just returned home the day before yesterday, and I didn't expect to find you so soon. Give me some time, I want to have a good talk with you. "
"I will be very busy today..." Thousands of thoughts came to her, she couldn't breathe, she just wanted to end this conversation as soon as possible: "It's very cold here... You go first, I have a lot of things to do, hurry up I have graduated and I have an internship, so let’s talk about it when I have time."
After saying this, after a pause for half a second, she said softly: "Also, don't ask the editor for any information about me. You entered the business so early, and your former friends are my bosses and colleagues who are older than me. If everyone knew about our previous relationship, I might... change jobs."
After she finished speaking, she finally looked up.
In those eyes there was also the tiredness that stayed up all night, cramped, uneasy, and some compelling requests.
Ji Chengyang understood her meaning and remained silent.
Before yesterday, he would never have thought it would be so easy to find her. This little girl who has lived by her indifferent relatives since she was a child, but still loves life, has been disconnected from her family since graduation, and even Nuan Nuan doesn't know where she is going. He can't find any point of contact with her.
What kind of life will you lead after being separated for so long, and have you started a new life
These problems have been stuck in his heart for too long.
From when he left Iraq alive, from when he woke up in Amman, Jordan, when he thought of Ji Yi in a hospital more than 900 kilometers away from Baghdad, Iraq, he repeatedly asked himself:
Ji Chengyang, do you have a chance to go back to face her, are you still qualified to see her smiling at you again
"I didn't consider this matter thoroughly." He was awakened by the pleading in her eyes and quickly compromised. "We will talk again when you are done." Ji Yi said goodbye in silence and ended the conversation.
Standing in place, Ji Chengyang smoked two more cigarettes, barely regaining some energy, stopped a taxi at the east gate of the school, and went directly to the hospital. When he returned to China this time, he did not choose 301 Hospital, but contacted another hospital through the relationship of friends. Just at the beginning of the year, he had just had a partial hepatectomy, and he needed regular follow-up, so the director of hepatobiliary surgery in this hospital was interviewed this time. The other party knew that the patient’s family had a background. Although he knew that he had been a war reporter, he did not expect that his physical condition would be so complicated.
The doctor looked through the medical history and he could see that Ji Chengyang was in a very poor state of mind, so he shortened the time of the conversation as much as possible and only raised questions about some special situations.
For example, his blood disease.
"During the time in Iraq, I was forced to go to war-contaminated areas." Ji Chengyang gave the simplest answer.
"Is it because of the contaminated area?" The doctor was surprised, with a complicated expression.
Ji Chengyang did not accidentally respond to the doctor's response. Starting from Amman, Jordan, he moved to many hospitals. No matter the backward hospitals or the leading medical experts, they all heard similar expressions in the war-contaminated areas. The main reason why people are afraid of the atomic bomb is not because of its powerful lethality, but the pollution it causes. The depleted uranium bombs that the United States has been using in wars are also hated by people for the same reason.
The only good news is that he has not yet reached the worst condition.
A week later, Ji Yi received a temporary job from the newspaper, and together with He Feifei, she was responsible for the speech activities between the newspaper and the four major universities. She finally knew why she could meet several war reporters at the same time on that day because they were invited by the editor-in-chief. These include Ji Chengyang, who has just returned to China.
And her university is the starting station.
He Feifei drove a few boxes of leaflets to the downstairs of the Student Activity Center: "You send them up first, let the students who are in charge of publicity accept them, and wait for me to come to you for lunch at noon and work in the afternoon." He Feifei finished. Just step on the accelerator and leave.
Ji Yi called two undergraduate students from the Student Union. He carried the printed leaflet. The person in charge who had been waiting for a long time opened the box and began to count the quantity in a manner. After a while, he was surrounded. Someone took away a few photos and looked at them. "To be honest, I really admire them. I missed the journalism department at the beginning. My mother said that the media environment is not good now, so she let me learn mathematics..." A junior complained regretfully.
"This woman is so cool," the people next to her pointed to Amanda, "reminds me of a famous war reporter, woman, wearing a black blindfold like a pirate."
"Mary Corvin." Someone remembered who it was and reminded her.
…
Ji Yi knew that someone in the box of manuals must be Ji Chengyang, so she never had the courage to look through it.
She bowed her head and helped the only school girl who was still counting the number to organize the leaflet. Soon, Ji Chengyang’s name came in her ear: “I saw his interview on TV when I was a kid. It’s so handsome. I remember that day. The host also joked that he is a'Taiwan Flower'. This photo is not good enough, definitely not good enough..."
In college, girls discussing men’s topics can easily become a beauty appraisal meeting.
Even the only school girl who insisted on working was finally tempted, she took out a book and opened it, and found Ji Chengyang's page, and kindly shared one with Ji Yi. A very simple outdoor photo. Ji Chengyang wears a hat and a backpack across his left shoulder. He lowers his head intently. He doesn't know what is written on a black notebook. Behind him are crowded civilians, like a demonstration in a square.
He can only see his face clearly, not even his eyes.
Although I don't know in which year he took the photo, Ji Yi can easily recognize that this is him before 2003. Where? She can't remember clearly. In the memory before the age of seventeen, she only knew that he left again and again, at least a dozen days, at most a few months or even more than half a year.
At that time, those countries and situations did not have too deep meaning to her.
She only knew that it was dangerous, and how dangerous it was, she had never experienced it.
At lunch, He Feifei drove her to the tooth-fighting ceremony. The two of them had a Korean barbecue dinner in a family where there were not too many people. Ji Yi repeatedly distracted and heard her words to pieces. Finally, He Feifei couldn't help but tapped her glass with silver chopsticks: "Aren't you broken in love? You've been sick recently, and she looks very depressed."
"No," Ji Yi said perfunctorily, putting down his chopsticks, and saying softly, "I'm full."
"You're full after eating half a plate of pork belly?"
"You said... Will all the guests be here today?" Ji Yi asked suddenly.
"It should be all? Unless there is a traffic jam on the road," He Feifei smiled, "Last time I attended a press conference, there were three guests. Among them, the university professor was stuck on the road. He arrived in the last ten minutes. Your fellowship... It's a delay. How did you come here when you were a kid?"
"Before there was not a lot of traffic jams," Ji Yi thought for a while, "There was a heavy snow in 2001. I don't know why. Since that night, Beijing has often been heavily trafficked."
She remembered that snowy night, Ji Chengyang and herself were blocked on Chang'an Street until the early morning.
"Really? I was in my hometown in Yunnan in 2001," He Feifei said with a smile, "I didn't expect you to remember a heavy snowfall so clearly."
"Neither... I remember a lot of people that night."
When it was time to check out, He Feifei remembered a gossip: "Today's host has been temporarily changed. It is not from our newspaper. It is a famous female host. Liu Wanxia, have you heard of it?"
She froze.
Liu Wanxia suddenly came to a university to host a non-profit event... Is it because of him
Ji Yi finally didn't go to the activities that day.
On the same day, when she was eating in the cafeteria, she heard the juniors who had gone to the event said that the male reporter she most wanted to see had not come. Although the two persons in discussion did not name him, she thought it would be him. He Feifei's phone call confirmed the incident at night: "He was temporarily absent. No one knows why, nor does the editor-in-chief know. Amanda jokingly said that he had just returned from the battlefield, and he probably didn't know that he was locked up in the ward of that hospital."
Ji Yi held his cell phone, but didn't say anything for a while.
He was absent from three of the four major university lectures.
She also missed three games.
The last stop is at the University of Political Science and Law, which is the only one of the four schools that is not located on Xueyuan Road. It is located in the suburb of Changping. Ji Yi pushed back the activities in the yard, took He Feifei's car and drove all the way from the newspaper office, plus the traffic jam on the road took a full one and a half hours, and was almost late.
Fortunately, this is the last one. The previous guests are already familiar with the process, which is more casual than the previous three. Coupled with the co-organization of the students to coordinate, nothing went wrong in the reception.
Ji Yi walked into the venue, and the guests just took their seats.
The surroundings gradually calmed down.
It was snowing outside, but it was warm inside. The snow on her shoes quickly turned into water and wet the ground under her feet. And her heart slowly returned to its original position. There were already people in the rightmost seat, and he was not absent. Ji Yi quietly squeezed into the last row of students without going backstage. She couldn't tell why she came, to make sure that he did not have a physical problem as others said in a joke? Or... afraid of him suddenly disappearing completely
The hall was full of people, and those who came in later stood enthusiastically, waiting to hear how these respectable reporters would give a wonderful impromptu speech.
Liu Wanxia has also had her own talk show in recent years, and she is very familiar with this kind of face-to-face conversation with guests. In particular, these colleagues who had communicated with each other, although they had different nationalities, were also very familiar with each other, and the atmosphere soon became enthusiastic.
"To be honest, would you be afraid?" Liu Wanxia smiled and looked at the guests, deliberately taking a look at Ji Chengyang. This was the first time she had seen this old classmate in years.
"I'm afraid, of course I'm afraid. Don't think that all war reporters are adrenaline-driven, and there is no death in their eyes." Liu Kaifeng, the deputy editor of the newspaper, smiled first and said frankly, "I think the talents who are not afraid of going on the battlefield are abnormal. But I have also encountered people who are really not afraid. People are different, reporters and reporters are also different."
Liu Wanxia smiled: "You are so frank," she turned to look at Amanda and another Italian reporter, and continued to ask in proficient English, "The incidents of abductions, injuries, and even killings of journalists in the war field have continued. Do you know if you have encountered it, or have people around you have this experience? Do you have any good suggestions for those who want to be war reporters?"
"Many, not uncommon," the Italian male reporter recalled slightly. "I have reported some incidents in which colleagues were killed in the street by poor soldiers who were drunk. Therefore, many reporters carry large sums of money with them to save their lives at critical moments."
Amanda answered: "Now many places have war reporter training. They are very professional and can help you avoid a lot of life and death crises." Amanda smiled and said helplessly, "Isn't it, Yang?"
Ji Yi's heart was tightened, and I don't know why this foreign woman suddenly turned the topic to him.
It seems that he has really experienced it before, so he has a great say.
Ji Chengyang didn't have any particular reaction: "Training is very important, of course, luck is also important. If you are really unlucky and run into a soldier who is on top of drugs holding an AK47 and must explode your head, you will have to resign." He said. The way was very relaxed, and some of the students below couldn't help but laugh.
They have all seen countless deaths, and their words are more humorous and indifferent than ordinary people.
Especially attract these college students who are most likely to be passionate.
Two hours passed without knowing it, and it was almost over.
Ji Chengyang didn't say much, maybe he had said hello to his physical condition in advance, and Liu Wanxia did not bring the topic to him too much.
Finally, Liu Wanxia took the lead to get up: "Let us pay tribute to these reporters who have been in Iraq, Afghanistan, Israel, the former Yugoslavia, Angola, Somalia, Sudan, Angola, Liberia, Sierra Leone and other countries and regions. Thank you. you."
Amidst the full applause, Ji Yi was still standing in a corner he couldn't see.
At this minute, she knew very well that even though the relationship with him was over, the spiritual world he was in was still attracting herself.
At the end of the event, she had to go backstage to help He Feifei arrange the guests to leave. Because the last scene was in the suburbs, the newspaper arranged a bus to pick up seven reporters and hosts in advance. Ji Yi was in He Feifei’s car when he came, and he did not go with them. Now when he goes back, he naturally thinks that he can avoid Ji Chengyang. .
Unexpectedly, when he was in the backstage, He Feifei, who was chatting with a few students, saw Ji Yi, and quickly remembered something, and told him: "I will drive my own car back in a while. You and the teachers will ride in a car and greet him. People. When the bus arrives at Third Ring Road, I find a place to accompany them for dinner. I am very grateful to them for their cooperation and willingness to come so far for activities."
Ji Yi was startled: "I want to take a car with them?"
"Yeah, don't take my car anymore, or we are not in that car, it seems that we are not sincere." He Feifei pushed her, hurry up, the snow is getting bigger and bigger, no I know if there will be traffic jams at high speeds.
Ji Yi couldn't find a reason to shirk, she bit her head and walked out of the auditorium. She stopped at the right side of the auditorium when she saw the newspaper office used to pick up and drop off reporters. The scarves used to enclose the lower half of the face were all covered with white.
"Evening paper?" the driver routinely asked.
Ji Yi nodded, walked up two steps, and pulled down his scarf.
"Then you see if there is no one there, and we will leave when all is together."
"Okay." She turned her head.
There were more than forty seats, only ten people sat in the first half of the car.
There is no need to count at all, and everyone's faces can be seen at a glance.
Seven reporters, two student backbones who co-organized the event, and a hostess Liu Wanxia, she sat next to Ji Chengyang and looked at herself in surprise.
"Everyone is there, master." Ji Yi quickly retracted his gaze.
When her voice fell, the car was already moving, heading out of the school. She held the seat backs on both sides of the aisle, passed the front half of the carriage, passed by Ji Chengyang and Liu Wanxia, walked to the last row of the car, and sat in the corner of the window. But when he sat down, Ji Chengyang got up from the seat and walked towards him.
She was a little flustered, lowered her head, and wanted to plug in the earphones to listen to the songs in the MP3. She found that the battery was dead, but she still put the earphones in her ears in a panic.
He sat down in the seat beside her, thus blocking her only way out.
Ji Yi lowered his head helplessly, playing with the MP3 in his hand, lest he talk to him. However, Ji Chengyang unexpectedly only lowered the brim of his hat, and soon fell asleep quietly beside her.