When he woke up again, to a pair of anxious and gentle eyes, his expression was intertwined with sadness and surprise, he held her hand and said, "Don't be afraid, I am here."
The nurse walked over and said softly: "You have been in a coma for three days. Your husband has been here since he found you."
He described it as haggard, with two big dark circles on his face, and a hint of rejoicing in his voice: "I know you are here, and after reading the news, I rushed here."
Huang Biling's eyes were blank, her voice hoarse, intermittently: "Where is Jiajun, where is he?"
Chen Jiajun no longer knows how many wards he has walked. From one hospital to another, he often hitchhikes at night. The friends around were mobilized, but for the rest of their lives, everyone was busy with things, and the news that came around was hard to tell. After two days of futile searching, he took out his cell phone, meditated for a moment, and dialed the number that had been in his heart but had not been contacted for a long time.
The old butler’s surprise cry came from the receiver: "It's the second young master, the second young master's call!"
The first one to answer the phone was elder brother Chen Jiacong. There was also a hint of surprise in his always calm voice, but his tone was harsh: "Are you in Thailand? Just remembered to call home."
Chen Jiajun simply responded with a few words, and had no time to elaborate: "Brother, I want to ask you to find someone for me."
It took Chen Jiacong to use his network of connections in the political and military circles of Thailand, and it took two days to finally find out Huang Biling's whereabouts. But by then she had already left. According to the news from the hospital, she had been in a deep coma. It was her husband who had great powers and coordinated through diplomatic channels to transfer her back to Singapore.
Chen Jiajun explained to the person sent by his eldest brother to help properly arrange and take care of the little baby girl who was rescued on the leaves. The man asked: "What's her name?"
Chen Jiajun thought for a while: "If you can't find her parents, just call her Bo Mai." Bo Mai, in Thai, means leaves, and is the hope of life.
After many twists and turns, Chen Jiajun finally rushed to the National University Hospital of Singapore a few days after the tsunami. Huang Biling was still unconscious, with flowers and fruits on the bedside. Someone was sitting in front of the hospital bed, staring at her pale and quiet sleeping face.
The other party heard the sound of opening the door, turned his head to see Chen Jiajun, his face became cold, and he got up and walked over: "Let's go out and talk."
He wore a well-made suit and a pair of thin-rimmed glasses. He had an orthodox, rigid, and slightly official elegance. Walking out the door, he said coldly: "KC, it has been missing for many years."
Chen Jiajun vaguely remembered this face. In a group of college students' graduation tour group that year, he met Huang Biling and also saw him.
On the beach, Huang Biling, who had lost the game, was punished to stop a passerby to perform. She chose Chen Jiajun, who was passing by. She took the fairy stick, kicked around him and sang the national anthem of Singapore. Bright yellow sparks illuminated her face. As she sang, she herself bent over with a smile. Chen Jiajun held the fairy stick she handed over and laughed.
The next day, she came to the dive shop to find him, asked questions and asked him to explain the diving course. The chubby boy followed behind with enthusiasm, reminding her: "Be careful, don't be deceived." The volume was not too loud, and Chen Jiajun had just heard it.
Chen Jiajun tried hard to recall, and finally remembered the boy's name, Zou Zhiqiang. Jocelyn mentioned that they are friends who grew up together since childhood. He once grabbed Chen Jiajun by the neckline and said to him: "We have known each other for 20 years, and we won't let you, a beach boy, take her away."
In a blink of an eye, four or five years have passed.
Zou Zhiqiang has lost weight now, and after a long period of regular exercise, the hostility in his eyes has not changed. He said: "Jocelyn's parents just went back to rest. She was seriously injured. I hope you don't disturb her."
"I'm here to accompany her." Chen Jiajun said lightly, "I am her fiance."
"I know!" The other side gritted his teeth, suppressing anger, "but you can't protect her at all! Why are you unharmed?"
Chen Jiajun also asked herself why the person who was hit hard was not herself, but her.
"She gave up everything and followed you, in exchange for this result!"
Chen Jiajun couldn't answer, he was guilty and blamed, and he was heartbroken. The other party stood in front of him stiffly, Chen Jiajun sank his face, pressed Zou Zhiqiang's arm heavily, and walked into the ward.
At the hospital bed, he held Huang Biling's hand and wept.
After more than a month of treatment and recuperation, Huang Biling's physical condition gradually improved and she went through the discharge procedures. Chen Jiajun breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that if she continued to adjust for a while, she would be able to recover smoothly. Unexpectedly, the shadow of the disaster has just appeared.
She couldn't sleep at night, and even if she fell asleep, she was not stable. As long as she turned off the light, she was surrounded by thick despair. There were always roaring waves and people's screams in her ears. When she closed her eyes, she saw more than ten meters. The huge waves swept across. She was struggling and crying at night, sometimes she couldn't sleep for an hour a day, and her mental state was getting worse and worse.
Chen Jiajun hugged her and let her tear her clothes and beat her body, but he could not appease her anxiety and fear. Huang Biling's eyes became more and more alienated. In the days when she was struggling on the edge of life and death, and in those days when she was heart-stirring looking forward to his appearance, no matter what, she couldn't expect him.
Huang Biling knew clearly that Chen Jiajun was not wrong. She saw deep and shallow scars on his body that had already been scabs. However, she could no longer control her emotions.
Huang Biling's parents were worried about their daughter and took her home. Zou Zhiqiang came to help, hired the best psychologist for her, organized a gathering of old classmates, and brought her back to the familiar and cordial old days.
And those sweet memories that belonged to her and Chen Jiajun were almost all at the beach. Thinking of the sea now has become a lingering nightmare.
It was not easy for Chen Jiajun to find a job locally. The eldest brother didn't say anything, but just mentioned in due course that the branch in Singapore lacked manpower and asked him if he wanted to help. He suddenly returned to the city, and for a while he was a little uncomfortable with the working and living atmosphere here. However, it doesn't matter. He only hopes that Jocelyn will get better as soon as possible.
But the atmosphere between two people, after all, cannot be as relaxed as before. I don’t know how to mention what I have said and the future I have imagined.
When alone, Chen Jiajun would look through the photos and videos that she had taken together before. She was running carefree by the beach. Looking back, a few strands of fluttering hair blocked her face. Huang Biling never wanted to see those photos again, and even deleted all the photos of the beach and diving on her computer. She could no longer see the sea there.
Now between her and him, it seems that all the good memories have no foundation. The sky garden collapsed suddenly; the mirage disappeared in smoke.
Chen Jiajun understands that the future is a long and arduous struggle. He also thought about ending the dive shop's business, but when the dive shop started, Scar and the other two brothers helped out without remuneration. In the past two years, the business gradually got on the right track. At this time, he couldn't say this, so he had full authority. Entrusted to Scar's care, Qiu Meixin also came to help from time to time.
In his e-mail box, there are emails from friends and guests from all over the world, worrying about his safety, and asking him about his current situation. Chen Jiajun can only reply in the same way: We are fine and safe. However, deep inside, something faltered.
He couldn't relieve the anxiety in his heart, and he also consulted a psychiatrist. The other party comforted him not to worry, intervention and reconstruction after psychological trauma is a long process. Huang Biling needs time to slowly release and face the reality. At present, she just subconsciously stays away from the source of stimulation and needs to regain her sense of security.
There was more and more silent time between Huang Biling and him, and she got closer and closer with her old classmates. Confidantes often get together and talk about the happy time before and go to fitness, shopping, and travel with her.
Most of the time, Chen Jiajun was isolated and he could only work desperately. He is not interested in business matters, but he will do his best if he is in his place. The person in charge of the company praised the second young master who fell from the sky. Chen Jiacong also proposed that if he wants to, he can delegate the media business under the group to him. He didn't have the thought of swallowing the family property alone, and he knew that this younger brother had nothing to do with the world and did not bother to do intrigues.
And Chen Jiajun just didn't want to. He has no ambitions. For Huang Biling, he has given up the promise he once made to no longer participate in the family business.
Huang Biling made an appointment with two girlfriends and went to Europe together to stay for a while at her sister's house in England.
One day after get off work, Chen Jiajun passed by a jewelry store and caught a glimpse of the ring promotional photo in the window. It was Huang Biling's favorite style. He and she once planned to get married on Valentine's Day, but now it's gone. At that time, there was not even a decent proposal ceremony, let alone the purchase of such a sparkling ring. Chen Jiajun bought the ring and flew all the way to England.
In the quaint villages of the south, there are luxuriant grasses, green trees, vines winding on pale yellow-brown masonry buildings, and small purple and white flowers swaying in the wind on the hillside of the road. Across the old stone wall and the flowers and trees of the protactinium, Chen Jiajun saw Huang Biling smiling all over her face. Compared with before, her smile was more peaceful and peaceful, which seemed strange to him.
She and Zou Zhiqiang stood side by side, clasping their fingers and arm in arm.
Chen Jiajun turned around and walked away.
On the way back to Singapore from the airport, the taxi driver listened to an old Cantonese song. The female singer Yoyo sang:
The melancholy old joy is like a dream, passing by like water hurriedly, it is difficult to chase again, the past will no longer be searched, and the remaining warmth will be remembered.
Nostalgia for the past is like a dream, but also for embracing in the rain. People have changed and are still thinking about the past. Watching the wind will send blessings away.
It’s hard to reproduce this beautiful dream, and I hope you will cherish it in the future.
I also know that it is rare to meet someone like you, but it is a pity that there is no trace anymore.
Until this time, Chen Jiajun finally admitted that he had lost Huang Biling forever in the earth-shattering tsunami.