Chapter 22 Summer is Collapsing - Section 22: From One End to the Other (Part 2)

Summer is Collapsing - Section 22: From One End to the Other (Part 2) The typhoon arrived in Shanghai in the evening, and it came here across the ocean at an unpredictable speed. That night, Ding Chengcheng drove away Er Qiao's car and Er Qiao's newly bought second-hand motorcycle. It was raining and raining at night, and the broken radio in the car dealership kept rustling, chanting typhoon warnings from time to time, and all the people started to feel drowsy in such shady weather, smoking the table together Although it was raining heavily outside, the room covered by the plastic sheet was very quiet.Er Qiao pushed the newly bought second-hand motorcycle and walked in from the door, took off the helmet and clamped it between his arms, the fenders were no longer functional, and the large area behind him was completely wet with muddy water.

"I almost died outside and couldn't come back." Er Qiao was soaked in water. Although the car has become a mud car, the handlebars and dashboard are still shining in the dark.This night, because of the typhoon, there may be no business. Ding Chengcheng just wants to bury himself in the old sofa, smoke all over the place, smell the gasoline in the car dealership, and look at those things on the ground. Greasy little parts, he didn't think about anything, he sat, waiting sadly for a straight road to appear in his mind again, the black notebook clutched tightly in his hand.He turned to the back, and on the blank page at the back, small handwriting suddenly appeared, which was completely different from the previous one.

He flipped through it slowly, and found that the handwriting was fresh, and it was written by a girl.She was abandoned, abandoned again, she was abandoned by everyone, she was afraid, she felt disabled, and wanted to find a place to hide, in the last few pages, Ding Chengcheng saw these words: "I hope to die many times Waking up again." He felt terrified in his heart, Ding Chengcheng had no idea that there was Ke Ke's handwriting behind it, he had no idea that Ke Ke wrote those small words on the blank page at the back of the notebook when she was most sad , He just watched, and in the words one after another, he saw the familiar boy's fear again, and it struck him again, almost knocking him down.

Later, Er Qiao and the others were smoking and chatting together in the small room. After a while, they heard the sound of an engine outside, and someone said: "There is business in this weather." So I was curious. Looking at the tightly closed plastic curtains, after a while, they suddenly realized that this was not a customer who came in the ghostly weather of the typhoon. Er Qiao said softly in the sofa: "How do you listen?" I think the sound is not right." Then he jumped up from the sofa suddenly, and before he could yell, "Damn, that's my car!" He rushed out quickly, and when he opened the plastic curtain to block the wind, the outside The wind and rain burst in with a bang, circling the room recklessly.

And outside, under the awning, there was a long dry trail that seemed to be still warm. Er Qiao returned to the house anxiously, looked at the keys on the table, and knocked over the cigarette tray on the table, and the smelly ash stained his clothes. The key was really gone, and he immediately shouted: "Ding Chengcheng!" And sure enough, Ding Chengcheng, who had been shrinking into the sofa just now, was almost shrunk to the size of a soybean, and could hardly be seen as a living thing, and now he was no longer in the position just now. Several people stood there stiffly, not daring to vent their breath. From the gap in the plastic curtain, the outside wind squeezed and made a whimpering sound, clamoring.

The night of that typhoon was so long, so long, that no previous summer could compare with it. The wind was so loud that all the branches and leaves of the sycamore trees were twisting crazily, Ke Ke kept the windows open all night, she was expecting a disaster, she was expecting that a typhoon might sweep her away, she felt deeply that something in her heart had been killed these days , I don’t know who personally killed it, and it died very slowly, and now she can hardly feel its life, her feelings are thrown outside now, there is no place to put them, so can the typhoon kill them all? take away.

Xiaoqiao spent the whole night with the radio, listening to a distant indistinguishable female voice singing, which reminded her of that desperate night when she sat against the water tank and watched the sky change from blue to orange Yellow, red, deep red, transparent black, lights of various colors are lit in the studio, and the stars are slowly going out, while there is always some kind of eternal light in the sky, which is so thorough that it changes indefinitely. A long winding silk ribbon, she didn't know whether she was still in the city or the little elf who was going to elope on the mountain.

In the evening of the second day, the sky turned transparent gray, there was no more rain, and the wind became milder. The accumulated water overflowed people's calves, and there was a huge sound of water flowing in the sewer, and the fallen sycamore leaves splashed on the water surface. Turning and drifting rapidly, the whole city became clear after a night of washing. This time the typhoon was especially violent. There were downed sycamore trees on the road, broken flowerpots and billboards everywhere. The stagnant water seems to never disappear.But the typhoon left quickly after staying only one night.

In her sleep, Ke Ke has been sitting on the roof in the sunny evening, smoking, one after another, the gray workshops are all under her eyes, and there is another person sitting beside her, this person They just lowered their heads and smoked soft-shelled yellow camels, one after another. They didn't speak from the beginning to the end.When she woke up, there was already a salty, damp wind blowing from the seaside outside the open window. Two days later, Shanghai seemed to be picked up from the icy water. All the accumulated water was slowly receding. People began to commute normally again. The ferry that had been suspended for two days began to run again. Summer finally showed its decline. The signs of the typhoon came, and the traces of the typhoon were easily erased by the city.

It's just a miserable green boy who will never appear again. Ding Chengcheng died at a bend in the elevated road on the night of the typhoon. When his car was traveling at more than 120 yards per hour, he lost control around the corner, hit the railing hard, was thrown out, and flew 30 meters away from the car. He was wearing a helmet, but the helmet was cracked Yes, when I found him, the windshield of his helmet was covered in blood, and his face could not be seen clearly. He was only 100 meters away from the previous exit. He must have wanted to get off this exit, in the turning lane Suddenly, it skidded and completely lost control.In the middle of the typhoon night, there were few cars on the elevated highway, and no one was traveling in the storm. When he was found, he had been lying down for several hours. During these hours, he did not die, but was just in a coma.He was rescued in the hospital all night, he seemed to wake up for a while, his fingers moved, his eyeballs were in a desperate convulsion, and then opened slightly, and then closed again, the air became very burnt yellow, the whole world was In the early morning, his heartbeat stopped, as if he was still in his own sleep. I don’t know if he would remember at the very end, at the beginning of summer, behind the window of that classroom, there was a picture of Coco With a sad and strong face, at that time, she was writing in a black notebook. At that time, they all thought that many things had happened and experienced many things. In fact, compared with what happened afterwards, all this was just the beginning.

When Ke Ke and Xiao Qiao found out, another two days passed.Death was so sudden, and the road of glory came to an abrupt end.And what Coco wrote at the saddest time of the summer, no one will see it, because all the handwriting was lost in the rain, and Ding Chengcheng died, taking away Coco's sorrow, being the last reader When leaving, no one knows the sorrow.