"Can I write to you?"
She still didn't speak.
Songxi's expression was dejected, and his tousled hair and beard were all connected together. The corners of his eyes were hanging down and he was infinitely sad, but fortunately he did not yell out of control. Ye Fei and the other two girls stood a bit farther to see what he was still talking about. He wanted to hug Jasmine. She stiffened and took a step back, but he caught a hand. She paused, still shrank, and pulled her hand back a little bit.
The ferry boat slowly set sail, Songxi rushed to the edge of the trestle bridge, shouting: "I will find you, I will definitely find you!" He watched the ferry disappear into the mist, tears raging, squatting on the dock, crying .
The vigorous green plants outside the window were flying away, Ye Fei's eyes were red, and he wiped the back of his hand, wet. The air-conditioning in the compartment is very large, and the whistling of the air outlet can be heard. The atmosphere was dull. Chen Jiajun reached out and turned on the radio. There was a local love song playing in it. The voice was soft and mellow, and it looked particularly lingering and sad. He frowned and immediately switched to another channel, which turned into an enthusiastic morning news broadcast. He turned off the air conditioner, rolled down the window, and moist wind blew in.
Ye Fei didn't worry about Song Xi, and went to Monkey Bar to look for him after dinner. There were only three or two guests in the bar, sitting in front of the bar and chatting with another waiter. Song Xi was lying at the corner table, her expression vacant.
Ye Fei asked for a beer and sat down beside him: "I will drink with you."
Song Xi did not speak.
Ye Fei touched his fluffy hair, like petting a small cat or puppy. She heard Songxi's sobbing: "What should I do? Jasmine will never come back, right? What should I do?"
"It is better for her to return to a familiar place, to be accompanied by her family, and to receive psychological counseling than to stay here."
"I killed Jasmine, it was me... She would not forgive me."
Ye Fei was speechless for a while.
She thought for a while, and said truthfully: "I don't know what you do, she will forgive you. But you said you are going to find her, is that the way to go?"
"I know, she won't be back. But, how do I go to Europe? I will never see her again..."
"There will be a way. There may not be no chance."
"any solution?"
"Sure, it wasn't by drinking..." Ye Fei tugged at his tousled hair again, "If you continue like this, there really is no chance."
"I want to write a letter!" Song Xi suddenly sat upright, "I want to write a letter to Jasmine!"
"Do you have her email address?"
"Yes!" He turned around and looked straight over, "Faey, can you write for me?"
Ye Fei looked at his right arm with a triangular bandage and nodded.
A surprise flashed across Songxi's face, and he got up and rushed to the room behind the bar. When he came out, he took a book in his hand, which was a travel guide to Southeast Asia from Lonely Planet. When I opened it, there was a sticky note in it, with Jasmine's name, phone number, and e-mail address written on it.
He stroked the note lightly, half-casting his eyes, his soft voice filled with nostalgia.
"This is what she wrote to me when she first came to the island." Songxi said, "The first time I saw her, I told myself that if I want to have a child in the future, his mother should be like this. Girl. She was only planning to stay for a week, and she was planning to travel around Southeast Asia... But as soon as she returned to the mainland by ferry, she returned. She also gave me the book and said she would not go anywhere."
Ye Fei remembered Wan Peng and said that Song Xi sat on the dock until noon. He had lunch before he dragged Song Xi Lian back.
"I'm also waiting today, I wish she suddenly appeared like before, and said,'I'm not leaving'..." Song Xi closed the book, his voice choked again.
"I promised you to write a letter for you. But do you think anyone likes to see your sloppy look now?" Ye Fei grabbed his arm, "Go, I'll take you to a haircut!"
Chen Jiajun answered questions to the students. After coming out of the classroom, he saw Ye Fei sitting on the edge of the terrace with his laptop, sitting beside him with a fresh-faced Song Xi. His hair is short and his beard is cleanly shaved. Jaynes sat under the porch, reviewing the key requirements in the coaching manual.
"What is Ye Fei doing?" Chen Jiajun asked with a frown.
"Help Songxi apply for a mailbox."
"Write to Jasmine?"
"should be."
He snorted.
"Fai is very sincere and kind." Jaynes commented, "She is an enthusiastic girl, and she is not very public."
Song Xi stated what he wanted to say, and Ye Fei tapped the keyboard.
"Molly, have you returned to Prague? Will you be tired after being on the plane for so long? This is the mailbox that Fay applied for for me. My hands are still not good, so she helped me write a letter."
Ye Fei interrupted him and said, "Not only is your hand not good, but your spelling is not good." When she applied for the mailbox, she discovered that Songxi's English is fairly fluent, although the syntax and tenses are not particular, but There is no barrier to communication, but if it really falls on paper, his literacy skills are basically zero.
Songxi looked at her sadly.
"Alright, alright, since you can speak, it is not difficult to learn to read and write, just twenty-six letters." Ye Fei muttered, "Fortunately, it's not Chinese."
Songxi said again: "Tell Jasmine, Faey said, I still have to learn English. I will practice seriously, and when my hands are better, I can write to you by myself."
Ye Fei pointed the screen from time to time and told him how to straighten out the English word order. Song Xi still looked sluggish, but compared to the morning, he was obviously cheered up. After being pulled by Ye Fei to get a haircut, he changed into neat clothes. He didn't have the despair and sluggishness of the past few days, and he didn't have the slick and unruly earlier time. He looked more like a dull young boy.
Chen Jiajun smiled slightly, she was always chattering, and I don’t know when she would tease the other person again. Sometimes she really wanted to throw her out with her neckband, but she wanted to be silent and depressed next to her, it seemed really wrong. possible.
He couldn't help thinking that Ye Fei probably played the role of helping others solve problems since he was a child, and it became a habit over time, and he didn't feel that he was doing things. This is nature, and she will never change it.
In fact, there is no need to change, he can handle all the small troubles she caused.
The next morning is the first aid instructor training course, which coincides with the recent rescue diving content.
Ye Fei once participated in the first aid training organized by the school Red Cross Association, but he did not review the drill for a long time and almost forgot everything. As future coaches, students need to master not only how to rescue, but also how to explain and demonstrate to ordinary students. Chen Jiajun decomposed the steps, demonstrated one by one, and arranged several students to practice together. There were seven students in total, and if they didn't make a pair, he asked Ye Fei and Jenny to accompany her as the objects of her hand training.
Jenny was going to practice a full body examination, and as soon as she put her hand on Ye Fei's belly, she started to laugh. Jenny said helplessly, "I haven't started touching it yet."
Ye Fei still kept smiling. Jenny turned to the crowd and spread her hands: "I, the wounded, didn't suffer any other injuries. I probably hit my head and knocked my nerves."
Lien held the baby dummy model used for the demonstration, swayed in front of Ye Fei, with a gloomy tone: "Chucky is coming."
Ye Fei puzzled: "Who is Chucky?"
Jenny said: "I guess she hasn't seen that movie."
"It's just a murderer, attaching his soul to... a doll!" Lien said, twisting the model doll's arm and poking it into Ye Fei's face. She screamed in horror.
Lien and Jenny laughed.
Chen Jiajun made a stern face: "Fai, don't disturb everyone practicing."
He spoke harshly, but his tone didn't mean to blame. Ye Fei and Jenny shrugged their shoulders and obediently moved to the corner.
After class, the students went to lunch, Ye Fei stayed, half-kneeled on the floor, and collected the first aid kit, bedding towels and dummy models one by one.
"Don't take it yet." Chen Jiajun walked to her and squatted down.
"Use it in the afternoon?"
"Didn't you say that you have learned first aid? Have you remembered what you just heard?"
"It's okay."
"Then give it a try." He pointed to the dummy on the ground, "What should you do if you meet someone lying on the ground?"
Ye Fei recalled: "Uh, check your heartbeat, breathing... If not, perform cardiopulmonary resuscitation..."
"First of all, we have to Assess the scene." He touched Ye Fei's forehead with his finger. "For you, this is very important."
Ye Fei stuck out his tongue.
"What is the environment, what may have happened, what potential risks are there, and how to protect yourself." Chen Jiajun stared at her, "make sure you are safe first. Can you remember?"
She nodded vigorously.
"And then?" he asked.
"Call the emergency center."
"Yes." He repeated the steps he had just said, from checking vital signs to cardiopulmonary resuscitation. While speaking, neatly put on a pair of rubber gloves.
"Remember, after opening the airway, pinch the patient’s nose with your fingers and blow. During the demonstration, if you don’t want to kiss your practice object or dummy, you can blow the air on his chin or put the lips on him. On his fingers, make a gesture of blowing." He knelt on the ground with his knees, and while talking, he leaned down to demonstrate: "When the heart is pressed, use the base of the palm and stand up with the shoulders above the other's heart. , Straighten your arms and press down with your body's strength, not the movement of your arms."
While he was talking, he demonstrated two sets of loops.
Ye Fei was listening attentively. When he saw him leaning over and blowing into his fingers, he suddenly thought of it. He remembered that the night when he said goodbye to everyone for the first time, his lips were pressed to his ears, and he whispered that song softly. The name of the song is less than a second before and after, but it is warm, soft and flexible. She couldn't help tilting her head, watching his left hand lift up the dummy's chin, the middle finger and thumb of his right hand pinched the dummy's nose, lips pressed against the index finger, blowing cheeks.
Her angle of view was slightly higher, and she couldn't see the outline of Chen Jiajun's lips. She only saw the straight nose and thick half-dangling eyelashes. But in her ears, it seemed that he could still feel the temperature and shape of his lips.
Ye Fei's chest tightened, his breathing was stagnant, and his heart was drumming. She picked her nails in the palm of her hand, and thought to herself that she would really not be able to learn from him in a few days, otherwise her heart would not know where to fly after seeing her.
"Remember?" He said, "Come here and try it."
Ye Fei came back to her senses, but fortunately she still had an impression in her mind, repeating it step by step as he said.
"Straighten your arms." He rolled a cylinder with the textbook and tapped her elbow.
Ye Fei's T-shirt was obviously one size bigger, and she never changed it. When leaning over, through the wide neckline, the shadow between the two arcs on her chest was looming.
She didn't seem to realize it. After pressing for a few cycles, she was panting: "Remember the previous training. You have to press hard. There is a green light. If you press it correctly, it will turn on."
"Well, those with electronic components are prone to ageing at the seaside, and damage quickly." Chen Jiajun turned his head to the side, stood up straight, and took two steps back.
"You always say that I am nosy, and teach me first aid?" Ye Fei asked with a grinning bangs.
"If you don't teach you, you won't join in the fun in the future?" Chen Jiajun snorted coldly. "Next time you encounter a drowning person, if there is no other person and no suitable tools, wait until the other person is drowned, and then dragged to the shore to rescue."
Ye Fei stunned: "What if you drown?"
"It's better than drowning yourself." He said, "Last time it was your luck. Remember, people's fate is fate, and your own fate is also fate. In my opinion, yours is more precious. ."
Ye Fei felt sweet at the end: "I know, I won't be so reckless in the future."
The two organized the classroom and walked to the dining room together.
Chen Jiajun asked, "You promised Songxi to help him write letters? And teach him English?"
Ye Fei nodded: "I bought him two children's books, starting from the simplest sentences." She looked up proudly, "I think I am quite good at teaching, and I will really teach Chinese as a foreigner in the future. Not bad too!"
Chen Jiajun smiled: "You are quite optimistic about Songxi and Jasmine's future."
"I don't think it is very likely that they will get back together..." Ye Fei was stunned, "but I don't hope that in their lives, there is only decadence and regret. Once they have tried their best, even if they separate, there will be no more Regret." She looked at Chen Jiajun, "You said that being busy is the cure. I want to find something for Songxi to do."
He relaxed and nodded: "That's good."
Ye Fei smiled: "Don't worry, I won't be blindly optimistic."
After dinner, the trainees reviewed their homework. Ye Fei was sitting on the corner of the terrace with his laptop in his arms, translating the English website. After more than an hour, she was a little tired, stretched her waist, opened the search engine, typed "European work visa", "Immigration to Europe" and other content, turned several pages, browsed a number of forums, resting her chin on. think.