Ye Fei did not hesitate, and the words "I'm sorry" slipped from his lips. She regretted her impulse, pursed her lips, thinking how to say two explanations.
"Don't, don't say anything. I don't need any reason." Jaynes saw her hesitation, "Okay, can you sit with me for a while?"
Ye Fei nodded.
He stretched out his hand, gently wrapped Ye Fei's arm, and brought the belt to his side. She did not refuse, leaning slightly, resting her on his shoulders. The two seem to be snuggling together, but their bodies stiffly maintain a distance. Ye Fei's center of gravity still fell on his lap, and Jaynes could hardly feel the weight of his shoulders, if there was something like nothing, he seemed to be carrying a feather.
"Thank you, Little Nightingale," he said sincerely, "I am very happy during this time."
She was a little bit emotional, bit her lip, and nodded.
Before getting up and leaving, Jarnes stretched out his arms and hugged her gently.
"I will pass by Beijing in the future, can I still find you?"
Ye Fei smiled and nodded vigorously: "Of course, we are still friends."
Jarnes sighed slightly: "Faey, I will miss you, really."
Yanes didn't want to go back to the store, and the two said goodbye, and he walked directly to the residence.
Ye Fei looked at his back, knowing that the days of laughing with this friend were gone, feeling a little sad, and sighed lowly. She turned around, and the dive shop not far away was brightly lit, as if it had always been there, making people feel familiar, cordial, and throbbing full of yearning.
The wind got stronger and cooler, and the coconut trees were blew loudly. Ye Fei shivered slightly, and ran back quickly. Sure enough, everyone in the store was already busy packing things up.
The red charcoal on the barbecue rack was poured into a bucket of water, and white smoke came up. The lattes of Wenka and Wanpeng were filled with charcoal ash, and the barbecue rack was neatly put away. Several students who were still sober helped throw away the trash, cleaned the desk, and moved the items to the warehouse and shop.
Zheng Yunchang took his buddies to clean up the drinks. "It's going to rain." He said, "Did you see Songxi?"
"He hasn't returned yet?" Ye Fei replied, "maybe drinking with friends. If you need any help, let me do it."
Jenny took the table and raised her hand: "This is Jarnes's certificate, how about others?"
Ye Fei was flustered, her palms clenched in a cold sweat: "It seems to be, I'm going back first."
Jenny smiled and said, "Ha, he didn't drink much, I still want to see how Vikings drink!"
Chen Jiajun looked over and raised one corner of his mouth, with a look of insight into everything.
Ye Fei turned around, groaning secretly. This is the source of her panic.
The tropical rain comes as soon as it comes. There was a rustle on the sea and the beach, and the rain on the eaves poured down like a waterfall. The beach is full of running tourists, as well as a few locals.
"Is the drain valve open?" Chen Jiajun asked.
"Ah, it seems not." Wan Peng patted his head.
Because the tide was too low when entering the port, the two boats in the dive shop did not stop by the trestle bridge, but anchored in the bay. If the bottom of the ship is not well drained, it may sink into the sea in heavy rain. Ye Fei had seen other boats submerged in water, a small one, and a group of people worked hard the next morning to get the boat to the shore.
Standing under the eaves, Wenka turned around and ran out, followed by Wanpeng and Chen Jiajun. Ye Fei subconsciously wanted to chase after her, Qiu Meixin grabbed her wrist, smiled and shook her head: "This is a man's job, they can handle it."
Ye Fei stopped.
Qiu Meixin said: "There should be a few dry towels in the equipment room. Go look for them."
Holding a soft and dry towel, Ye Fei walked through the hall, thought for a while, and walked to Chen Jiajun's office. She pulled out one and put it on the back of his chair, with tenderness in her heart.
As if he was the same as last time, returning in the wind and rain, covered in wet water, smiled and looked at her. Thinking of this scene, she couldn't help but flushed her ears and was embarrassed. About to turn around, she caught a glimpse of a plastic photo on the table. It was the photo of Chen Jiajun and the whale shark that she had seen, signed "by Jocelyn".
She picked up the photo, feeling a bit sad for a moment. Chen Jiajun's care and consideration for her is self-evident, and Ye Fei knows that he is in the other's heart, not just a general acquaintance.
She thought, at least, he had such a slight affection for herself. A little bit is enough. Even if he can't forget Jocelyn, there is no way. If you can be with him, it doesn't matter if it is more difficult.
She was shocked, and shook her head, no, no, this idea was too dangerous. Separating the two places is already a big obstacle. If the other party's old love is unforgettable, she would be helpless if she was beyond the mountains and rivers.
But what can be done? She likes him so much. If there is no way to comfort him in the past, I hope to accompany him in the future.
Ye Fei was silent for a long time after hearing Chloe briefly talk about his and Jocelyn's past that day.
Chloe asked: "Are you scared?"
She shook her head: "No, you are right, who can guarantee which relationship will be successful?" Even if you lose it, it doesn't mean you don't want to be together now.
Because he is worth it. Her nose was sore and her eye circles were a little hot. Holding the photo in his hand, he quickly wiped his eyes with the back of his hand.
Chen Jiajun stood outside the door, holding a soaked T-shirt in his hand. He came back from the beach and wanted to change to a dry suit, but he ran into the girl's quiet back. She slumped her shoulders, lowered her head, and did not look at her expression, but she also revealed the sourness and helplessness in her heart.
It was as if he had just stood on the platform, looking from a distance to a pair of people sitting hugging each other on the beach. At first sight, his temples violently jumped twice, his brows tucked tightly. But together with the sea breeze, the heart calmed a little bit, and the little jealousy and anxiety disappeared in no time.
Because he understood that even if Ye Fei did not choose himself, he would not choose Yanes. She is no longer the little girl who is flustered and must use substitutes to cover the scars in her heart.
The faraway scene is just a warm and cordial farewell between two pure-hearted people.
The shower was approaching, and the crowds rushing to pack their things swept the photos pinned to the side of the counter to the ground. Chen Jiajun picked it up and took a closer look, then turned around and received it in the room.
I once deeply blamed myself if I didn't go out to sea on the day of the tsunami, but stayed with Jocelyn, who was unwell, would not lose her heart. He put the photo in the most conspicuous place, and kept reminding himself that some happiness is destined to be impossible to have forever, and after doing his best, he may not let it stay. But destiny is willing to treat him so well, no matter how hard the process is, all the past is over.
He coughed slightly. Ye Fei slapped a spirit and turned around in a panic. Only then did he realize that he was still holding the photo and immediately at a loss what to do.
Chen Jiajun saw her nervousness, walked in slowly, stood closer to her, and gently took away the photo from her hand.
"I... I, get, get the towel, here you." She stammered.
Chen Jiajun lowered his eyes, condescendingly, looking at her blankly.
This shy and nervous look is really interesting.
He chuckled lightly, as if his prank had succeeded. Ye Fei raised his eyes, and met the dark eyes with water. His shoulders lowered, getting closer and closer to him, her body and nerves were taut, like a full bowstring.
Suddenly, there were intermittent calls in the wind and rain. Although he couldn't hear clearly, it seemed like a screaming roar, getting closer and closer. Chen Jiajun turned his head abruptly, the heart-piercing cries rushed to the dive shop, and the chaotic and rapid footsteps sounded on the platform.
"KC, Help!" the caller yelled, "Songxi is drowning!"
Chen Jiajun carried the first aid kit and rushed through the rainstorm. Wanpeng and the other two employees of Qiandian followed suit with two portable oxygen cylinders. Ye Fei rushed out of the dive shop, and the dense rain lines between the sky and the earth continued to pull. She was instantly chilled, raised her arms to block her forehead, arched her back slightly, and gritted her teeth to catch up.
Song Xi was placed in the pavilion at the end of the resort, motionless, lying on his back. A boatman flashed a flashlight, and his face was completely bloodless with the white light. Another boatman knelt next to him, pressing his heart hurriedly, and when he saw the crowd coming from the dive shop, he quickly flashed aside and spoke a long list in the local dialect.
Chen Jiajun put down the first aid kit, quickly opened it, took out the first aid mask from inside, pressed Songxi's forehead, snapped his chin, swept the flashlight twice to see if there was any obstruction. After that, he immediately covered his nose and mouth with a mask, and took two breaths vigorously from the mouth. Song Xi's chest bulged twice.
Chen Jiajun knelt beside Songxi, clasped his hands, and quickly pressed against his chest. There was no shelter around the pavilion, and the pouring rain flowed down the eaves, swept by the wind, and crackled on the face. He was already drenched, and the water trickled into a trickle, trickling down his hair, cheeks, chest and arms.
Artificial respiration and heart compression are alternately performed non-stop. Wan Peng took out the emergency oxygen cylinder from the box and wanted to connect the catheter. The light was too dark. In addition, his hands were shaking constantly, and he pushed the catheter twice before putting the catheter on the air outlet. He was holding the valve, his mind blank, and he turned it in the opposite direction, tightening it tighter and tighter.
"Oxygen." Chen Jiajun ordered, "Hurry up and give oxygen."
"Can't open..."
Chen Jiajun raised his head and glanced quickly, and yelled angrily: "Reverse!"
Ye Fei ran crookedly along the way, almost unable to open his eyes. She rushed to the pavilion following the light of the flashlight, and a heart was caught in her throat. Songxi spread out on all fours and lay on her back lifelessly. Chen Jiajun's face was cold, his lips were closed, his teeth were clenched, and his facial contours were sharp. The muscles of his shoulders and arms were tense, pressing Songxi's chest vigorously and quickly.
"You can't be okay, you must be okay!" Ye Fei clasped his hands, clinging to his chest, his face couldn't tell whether it was rain or tears, "You still have Jasmine, you have to wait for her to come back."
Chloe also chased him, and around Ye Fei's shoulders, the two girls cuddled together tightly. Because Jasmine has undergone tremendous changes, Chloe, a good friend, thinks Songxi cannot be blamed, and he hasn't given him a good face in the past few days. After seeing him change his mind and start to learn English and practice cooking, his attitude is slightly eased. At this moment, she was clinging to Ye Fei, trembling slightly, lowered her head, and prayed in a low voice: "My merciful Lord, please show mercy, forgive Songxi's fault, so that he will recover and he will not be astray; blessings To Songxi and Jasmine, so that they can follow you closely in their adversity and stop wandering..."
The heavy rain was like a beard, and it seemed that it would never stop. A flash of lightning savagely tore the night sky above the sea, and the thunder exploded, and the surroundings were as bright as daylight.
Chen Jiajun's breathing has become heavy, and he is still clenching his teeth.
"Let me come!" Wan Peng knelt on the other side and replaced him.
Time seems to have stagnated, every minute and every second, like a blunt knife cut in the heart.
I don't know how long it took, Song Xi's body trembled, there was a noise in his throat, and his chest and abdomen twitched suddenly. He coughed violently, opened his mouth, and vomited with a loud "wow". Chen Jiajun hurriedly turned his body sideways, and the vomiting flowed all over the floor, and the air was exuding the smell of alcohol, gastric juice and food fermentation. The crowd patted him on the back, making him vomit clean.
Ye Fei let out a long sigh of relief, only to feel that the strength of his whole body was taken away, and then he felt his body stiff from the cold. Chloe shook off the insulating foil and wrapped Song Xi. Everyone lifted Songxi up and helped him to the restaurant of the resort.
"I was scared to death just now." Wan Peng felt a lingering fear. "I have practiced so many times. I really picked up the oxygen cylinder and my mind didn't turn at all.
"I already called the clinic, there is someone on duty over there, do you want to send Songxi there?" Qiu Meixin also rushed over.
"They only have emergency oxygen." Chen Jiajun frowned and glanced at the sky, "Wenka, go borrow the resort's most powerful speedboat; Wanpeng, go back to the dormitory and get Songxi's ID. I'll go back and get my wallet. Ten minutes later. , Still meeting here."
"Where are you going?" Ye Fei asked.
"Go to the big hospital on the shore and do a thorough examination."
"I also need to go!"
Chen Jiajun looked at her who was fished out of the water, and said softly: "The weather is too bad and the sea is windy. Go back."
Ye Fei looked at Songxi in a daze, and shook his head.
Chen Jiajun frowned: "Listen to me, stay here! There is already a Songxi on the road to take care of..." He paused, stretched out his hand, and straightened out the strands of hair on Ye Fei's forehead, "I mean. Don’t worry if I take him there."
When the few people assembled again, they put on the raincoats and waterproof bags they had sent, and jumped on the twin-engine 500-horsepower speedboat. Wenka turned the bow, the night light on the stern vertical pole flashed, and everyone did not say a word under the canopy.
Song Xi suddenly pulled off the oxygen mask on his face and called Ye Fei's name.
She knelt down and half-kneeled on the trestle bridge.
"Don't tell Jasmine." He held Ye Fei's hand, "It's my fault, it has nothing to do with her."
Ye Fei nodded vigorously.
"She will forgive me and will come back, won't she?"
"Yes, I will!" She wiped her eyes vigorously, and smiled with tears, "You guys go quickly, be careful on the way."
The speedboat left with a roar.
When I returned to the dive shop, it was too late to close the door. There was a lot of rain in the room, and the paper and debris were blown off by the wind, making the place messy. Ye Fei saw the plastic photo again, soaked in rain, clinging to the ground. She leaned over and picked it up, the touch of his fingers still remained on her forehead, and the thoughts and worries in her heart surged for a while.
Several boatmen also followed. They were in shock. They said that when it rained, they wanted to cover their boats. They ran to the trestle and found Songxi floating on the water. The water only reached his knees, but he leaned over in the water, motionless, and didn't know how long he had been soaking. Fortunately, several dive shops have trained nearby boatmen and guides on environmental protection and first aid measures. Several people remembered some of them. They picked up Songxi with all their hands and ran to the dive shop to look for Chen Jiajun. They then chatted in local language, probably still telling what they had just heard, with exaggerated movements and surprised expressions.
Everyone cleaned the shop, and the wind and rain outside also decreased. Everyone said good night and left in twos and threes. Qiu Meixin persuaded Ye Fei to go back to rest earlier, but she refused. She didn't feel relieved until the Qiandian phone rang, saying that several people had arrived at the hospital safely.
After returning to the dormitory to take a shower, Ye Fei wrapped herself tightly in a bath towel and bed cover, still shivering with the cold, extremely tired. Inda didn't fall asleep either, and sat on the mattress with her knees on her knees, and asked timidly, "You said, if Jasmine knows, will he come back?"
"I don't know, I think it's better not to tell her first." Ye Fei sighed softly and thought to herself that if she finds a suitable opportunity in the future, she should tell Jasmine. But she had to say a few words to her. If she weren't drunk, how could she lie down in knee-deep water and couldn't stand up
Ye Fei fell asleep in a daze, dreaming of quiet blue sea and white sand. Jasmine ran over, and Songxi stood hand in hand, looking at each other with a smile.
The clouds swept away the next day, the fog dissipated, and the sky washed by rain was exceptionally blue. Under the dazzling sunlight, the sea is as transparent, only litter scattered on the edge of the beach, indicating the torrential rain last night. Already, the folks in various shops took brooms and rakes to clean up, and when they saw Ye Fei walk by, they smiled kindly.
She came to the shop and found that Chen Jiajun had returned, sitting at the long table on the terrace, looking at her direction. Qiu Meixin made a cup of coffee for him and put it on hand without moving.
When Ye Fei saw him, he was ashamed and happy, and smiled: "Ah, when did you come back?"
"The earliest boat today."
"Where are Songxi and Wanpeng? Are you back with you?"
Chen Jiajun shook his head. He barely slept last night, his eyes were bloodshot, and he looked a little haggard.