She was ignorant and didn't understand, but she nestled in his arms and repeated the sentence, down to a sunless sea. Sinking into the sunless sea.
Bowing his head, the sunken ship tilted silently on the sandy bottom of the sea, with no head and tail in sight. The depths of the shadow of the ship are already out of the sun. Chen Jiajun glanced at the dive computer and swam into the darkness.
The interview location for Ye Fei was near the China World Trade Center. At the end, it happened to be in time for the evening rush hour. The subway car seemed to be filled with cans of sardines, and the bones all over his body were squeezed away. Back at school, it was already dark. She bought an ear of boiled corn at the canteen. After entering the dormitory, she took off her coat, threw off her shoes, and threw herself on the bed.
Seeing her feeling down, the roommate asked carefully: "Have you eaten?"
"Well, I ate corn."
"Then... How was the interview?"
"It's okay, in the last round, come back and wait for notification."
The roommate heaved a sigh of relief: "That's good, see you are slouched."
"Tossing all afternoon, a little tired." Ye Fei suffocated on the pillow, her voice sullen, "just lie down for a while." She turned over and sighed softly.
The job search process was not as smooth as she had imagined. The resumes submitted to trading companies in Southeast Asia are basically like a sinking sea. Most of the reasons are that they are not the right professional. They have neither business and economic background nor relevant internship experience. , And there is no small language advantage required by the work place. However, some organizations related to cultural exchanges and education and training have sent interview notices. Ye Fei participated in several times, and as today, he passed five stages and cut six generals, reaching the final round. The interviewer mostly smiled at this time, and in turn asked her what else she wanted to know. What Ye Fei is most concerned about is not salary, but the location of work. The response he received is basically that he will work in the domestic headquarters for the first one or two years, and will be sent to the corresponding country after the work is started.
In fact, they are all within reason, but to Ye Fei, it is undoubtedly a basin of cold water.
She remembered that when she met Chen Jiajun, she was boastful and complacent. She really didn't know where the self-confidence at that time came from.
Ye Fei turned over on the bed twice and couldn't sleep, put on his coat, ran downstairs and bought an IP phone card. It's much more cost-effective for Chen Jiajun to call, most of the time he calls, but Ye Fei really wants to hear his voice now. She entered a long string of numbers and passwords, and there was a moment of silence in the receiver, like a radio wave traveling all the way to a foreign country thousands of kilometers away. Ye Fei was holding the phone, her heartbeat suddenly quickened, and an inexplicable sense of tension swept across. There was a "beep" sound from over there, and she just snapped it off, a heart throbbing in her chest, and her hands shook slightly.
Ye Fei laughed. He obviously wanted to complain to Chen Jiajun. Why didn't he feel palpitations for no reason, just like being caught by the teacher for not finishing his homework. Also, I don't know how high the sky is and say big words, and now I am hitting a wall everywhere, I probably feel that I can't explain it deep in my heart. It is difficult for her to shame her face, put aside all the previous pledges, and tell Chen Jiajun to work for him by herself.
Ye Fei was hesitating, the phone rang, and a text message came in.
Open it, the sender is Chen Jiajun, with only two words, still in English, and it says: "Busy. TTYL." (TTYL=talk to you later, I’ll talk about it later)
The moonlight in the winter night is cool. Ye Fei turned the phone twice, put it back in his pocket angrily, and snorted a little wronged. The letter was written so concisely, even a bit scribbled, which made her sluggish mood even worse.
However, how busy he is now is because of himself. He wants to change hands to the dive shop and find a job closer to her. There must be a lot of finishing and preparations. The dive shop is his accumulated painstaking effort after starting from scratch, and he needs to be careful in everything.
The slight unhappiness just disappeared instantly. At this time, don't add upsets to him because of your own little emotions. Ye Fei took a deep breath, cheered herself up, cheered, and continued to work hard. She walked back to the bedroom in the cold night breeze, her fingers were a little stiff with cold, and she still replied a text message.
The phone rang and Wanpeng opened it. On it was a message from Ye Fei: "Yup, no worries. Take care." At the end, there was a smiling face with a tongue out. He caught his hair, his eyes were red, and he said to Wenka: "We are still hiding from Faey when such a big thing has happened. Isn't it a bad idea..."
Wenka didn't speak, and shook her head.
"But, this is what the boss ordered before, don't tell Faey." Wanpeng paced up and down the corridor of the hospital, patted his head reproachfully, "It would be fine if I went down with him at that time."
"You are not to blame." Wenka comforted him.
"Will KC always be like this?" Wan Peng stood on tiptoe and looked at the consulting room worriedly through the glass window on the door. An empty desk, with blue curtains pulled by the side, and a cylindrical metal pressure chamber behind it.
Wenka sighed and still shook her head.
Wan Peng couldn't help himself: "You are saying something. In the past few days, you either shook your head or sighed, even if you said, "The boss will recover," it's okay to make people feel more at ease."
Wenka told the truth: "The doctors said they were not sure, I don't know..."
"Uncle Wenka, is this comfort?"
Wan Peng was extremely worried about Chen Jiajun's situation. He waited restlessly that day, and finally saw two shadowy people in the distance, as well as a string of bubbles coming up. Chen Jiajun put the unconscious Mooney in front of him, pressing his respirator with his palm, Wanpeng quickly stepped forward to help, and returned to the surface with the two of them.
The next thing was too nervous, he remembered that he opened the oxygen cylinder with trembling hands, and the scenes of rescuing Songxi before resurfaced. Chen Jiajun's voice also sounded a little trembling. He said, "Don't panic, you can do it."
Putting on a breathing mask for Mooney, chest compressions, and artificial respiration, Wanpeng quickly sweated profusely under the scorching sun. He didn't even notice that Chen Jiajun's brows were frowned tightly, and he kept pinching his fingertips and legs.
Mooney finally let out a "wow" and spit out a few salivas.
"Continue to give oxygen." Chen Jiajun's voice sounded distant and weak. His hands were shaking, his legs were numb, and he could barely support his body. In order to rescue Mooney, he missed the safety stop several times in a row, and now he can even imagine that countless tiny nitrogen bubbles boiled and overflowed in his body, rushing in the joints, muscles, blood vessels, skin, and even the nervous system.
Seeing Mooney waking up, Wan Peng finally breathed a sigh of relief and turned around, but saw Chen Jiajun's face pale and his lips moved slightly, then his body slid down little by little and fell from the bench into the cabin. Wan Peng hurried forward, helped him up with the customer, leaned on the bow, and asked anxiously: "Boss, are you okay?"
"Not very good. Be mentally prepared. Next, I'm afraid it will be worse." Chen Jiajun struggled to sit upright, his voice was a bit vague, he tugged at the corner of his mouth, showing a weak smile, "Now you see it, on the textbook Decompression sickness."
The phone in the consulting room rang, the doctor answered a few words, then pushed the door out, and said, "Are you here with Mr. Chen?"
Wanpeng and Wenka nodded together.
"Can his family be contacted?"
The two looked at each other and shook their heads.
"Although the patient is out of life-threatening, his condition is relatively urgent. We suspect that there is a serious central nervous system injury and need to be diagnosed in a larger general hospital." The doctor said, "We have contacted the nearby Naval Hospital. After this compression treatment is over, transfer to the hospital will be arranged immediately."
The doctor turned and left. Wanpeng caught up with him and asked, "At the Naval Hospital, the treatment will be longer, and KC will get better! You won't be speechless and can't sit up?"
"It can only be said that it will be better than it is now. The cure rate of decompression sickness is relatively high, but it is difficult to tell the prognosis for such severe cases."
Wan Peng felt uneasy: "Then, the worst-case scenario is..."
The doctor looked at him: "I can't do without a wheelchair anymore."
Two days later it was New Year's Eve. Ye Fei and a few friends went to the restaurant to have dinner. The restaurants on the top floor of the mall are full of houses, and there are several people waiting in line in front of the door. After receiving the number, I will have to wait another half an hour.
The phone vibrated. It was a text message from Chen Jiajun, which read: "Happy New Year."
Ye Fei smiled and replied, asking him to call when he is free. After sending it out, the phone remained silent. When a friend chatted with Ye Fei, she was a little bit ungrateful, but she responded, and the doubts and anxiety in her heart became clearer.
Finally called the number of Ye Fei and others, she walked to the door, and suddenly stopped: "You go in first, I'll go to the bathroom." She trot to the corner of the corridor, dialed Chen Jiajun's number, and the machine was in the handset. The "beep" sound continued until the voicemail prompt popped out and no one answered. She frowned slightly, walked back and forth twice, dialed again, and when the phone rang and was about to disconnect, the alert tone finally silenced.
Immediately came the sound of singing and laughing over there, and some people were talking in the local dialect.
"You are so noisy." Ye Fei said, "Celebrating the New Year?"
"Yes." Chen Jiajun's voice sounded a little vague.
"The New Year is coming soon, I want to hear your voice." Ye Fei smiled.
"Okay."
Ye Feinahan: "Still inconvenient to talk?"
"Ok."
"I know you have a lot of things lately." Ye Fei rubbed his foot against the marble floor. "I have accumulated so many words these days, but I have written them down. Next time I will tell you in one breath, not too much. "
He laughed, his voice a little dull: "No."
Someone over there is calling his name.
"I have to hang up." He said slowly, every word, as if he had drunk too much, and was a little slurred.
"It's not easy to say anything. Didn't you drink less bar? Say me every time, and pay attention to yourself." Ye Fei laughed softly, "Happy New Year!"
"happy."
After hanging up the phone, Ye Fei's heart sank a little. Although he didn't lose contact this time, his weird attitude was even more disturbing than when there was no news last time. She believed in her heart that Chen Jiajun was not only drunk, he must have encountered a difficult problem, but habitually concealed it from himself. Ye Fei lowered his head, sighed, and muttered to herself: "No matter what you said, I will support you. Why don't you tell me?"
In the hospital's recreation room, the nurse pushed in and said, "The TV volume is so loud, it will affect other people." She walked over and glanced at Wanpeng dissatisfiedly, "Also, how did you push the patient so close to the TV? The place?"
"Sorry, let's go back now." Wan Peng smiled, holding the mobile phone in his hand and holding it to Chen Jiajun's ear.
The nurse didn't pursue it anymore: "Get off early, happy new year."
"happy New Year."
"Boss, let's go back." Wan Peng leaned over and said in Chen Jiajun's ear.
He nodded weakly, closed his eyes, unspeakably tired, just a few words, exhausted the accumulated strength. He knew that with Ye Fei, he wouldn't be able to hide it for long.