Chapter 31 Twenty-eight, next time, let's be together

"According to the data released by the United Nations Rescue Center, typhoon 'Xuanwu' caused a total of 2,973 people missing on Peget Island, including more than 2,600 local residents and about 300 foreign tourists..." The young man pressed the button of the TV remote control impatiently and changed a channel: "The Chinese Ministry of Foreign Affairs issued a statement yesterday afternoon——" It was still a report about Paget: "It expresses its deep condolences for the natural disaster that occurred on Paget Island, and stated that it will do everything possible to provide humanitarian assistance..."

The young man continued to switch channels—even though he knew that all the news today must be about Paget and "Xuanwu", he still hoped that he could find a little bit of the information he wanted in these tedious report languages, a little bit , Information that can make yourself "peace of mind". "I'm standing on Peggy Island right now—" Compared with other local TV stations, the central set of reporters is always one step ahead: "The once lush Nanyang Paradise is now barren. The ground seems to have been plowed by something. It is full of mud and waste soil. There is not a single complete tree. You can only see it between the gravel and the rock wall. I saw some remnants of weeds..." The picture on the TV was shocking, where the camera went, it was completely bare and dead, with no vegetation or animals, as if it had just experienced the baptism of artillery fire on the battlefield.

"I can't judge what happened to Paget Island now..." The reporter seemed to be quite distressed: "Volcanic eruption? Tsunami? Typhoon?" He shook his head: "It is unimaginable what kind of disaster turned this place into a Ruins, this answer may only be given by scientists." The young man became impatient, and he switched to Phoenix Satellite TV—this is his favorite TV station: "...Similar disasters have happened in history," a gray-haired commentator in the center of the screen adjusted his glasses: "According to the records of the Indian epic Mahabharata, they speculated that before the beginning of human civilization, A nuclear explosion-level mass destruction..."

I don't know if it was because of irritability or depression, the serious-looking boy turned off the TV, and fiddled with the fruit plate on the table with his fingers.He felt very flustered, as if he always wanted to grab something, and when his hands were empty, he felt a little inexplicably weak. Sitting on pins and needles, chest tightness, corners of mouth dry—in his eighteen or nineteen years of life, he has never been so anxious as he is today. Is this the feeling of first love? Why did the thing that was supposed to be full of sweetness and joy now bring such deep pain—the heart is entangled, and it is difficult to sleep or eat.

The young man slowly picked up the iPhone 6 on the coffee table, glanced at the screen, and then put it down heavily. This was the third time he had done this within an hour. The teenager is looking forward to—— Looking forward to a few seconds, that familiar bell will ring in my ears; looking forward to a few seconds, that lovely voice like a silver bell will call out my name; looking forward to a few seconds, that kind of heartbeat Happiness will overflow in the chest again. He expected that for a second or two, a miracle would fall from the sky. but. The time shown in the call log was 16:05 on August 4th. This was the last call from a number named "Qingyi" - the boy didn't receive it at that time, and in the next few days, no matter how he responded, he still couldn't answer. All fell silent.

The young man didn't know what he missed—fate didn't give him a chance, didn't even give him a chance to say goodbye. He didn't want to guess what terrible story happened on Paget Island, he would rather believe that his Qingyi was joking, and that inexplicable text message was a joke—a not-so-funny, even cruel joke. "Next time, let's be together." Ordinary and short words and sentences seem to contain thousands of words that are difficult to express. "Next time" - what is "next time"?When is the "next time"?These three words that are worth pondering, with an ominous connotation, made the young man faintly feel an indescribable sadness.

Just when he was staring blankly in a daze, the doorbell rang suddenly, the young man's heart tightened, and even the iphone6 ​​in his hand fell to the ground unintentionally.Somewhere, there seemed to be something reminding him that what the knocker brought was the news about his lover. Partly apprehensive, partly lucky, the young man clenched his fists, walked quickly to the door, and took a deep breath. There was no one outside the door, but there was something like a key pendant on the rug in front of the threshold. It was packed in a small and exquisite plastic bag, with beautiful patterns and a line of letters printed on it.The young man's English is not very good, but he can somewhat understand the slogan on the package:

"Welcome to Paget." "Qingyi!" The young man instinctively called out his lover's name, then hesitantly hesitated for a few seconds, and rushed out the door as if he had suddenly realized. The young man's house lived on the third floor. He mustered all his strength and ran downstairs like a fly. He rushed to the bottom in one breath, pushed open the safety door, and stood in the middle of the avenue in the residential area. Panting, he looked back and forth. The cold and tidy residential buildings, as if they have experienced thousands of years of wind and rain, stand quietly and majestically, watching the youth with a silent calmness.Suddenly, in the jungle made of steel and concrete, he felt an inexplicable sense of helplessness and despair. This misery throbbed in his chest, and finally turned into a hysterical cry:

"Qingyi! Where are you!" The youth's call echoed in the building, from big to low, from heavy to light, until it slowly dissipated, and no one responded. He looked at the souvenir in his hand, and Yi Ren's voice and smile seemed to reappear in front of his eyes, and he vaguely realized that this was life and death.So uncontrollable tears rolled down the cheeks, and fell to the ground drop by drop—half bitterness, half resentment, turning into puddles of mottled shadows on the cold concrete road. Standing on the top of the opposite building, Lin Feiyu had a panoramic view of the boy's fragility. A gust of morning breeze gently lifted his long hair until it covered his eyes before reaching out to hold him down.

"Now you can rest in peace, Qingyi..." He muttered to himself coldly, and slowly turned around. Paget's story was over--not a happy ending, but an ending at least.Lin Feiyu has witnessed too much blood and rain, and experienced too much sorrow, joy and hatred. In his eyes, life is like the sky in summer. The wind and rain are unpredictable. Where there is sunshine, there will be filth and haze—— Where there is a beginning, there must be an end. With a hint of envy, Lin Feiyu turned and left. Just as he walked into the corridor, the mobile phone on his waist rang—the melancholy melody lingered in his ears, which was quite suitable for the current state of mind. Lin Feiyu quietly After listening quietly for a few seconds, he took the phone out of his pocket.

He opened the flip cover and looked at the number on the screen. Although the name was not displayed, he knew exactly who was calling at this time—after all, the people in China who knew Lin Feiyu's phone number could count them with one hand. This is not a harassing call to promote financial products, it must come from an "urgent department"-and it is very "urgent". Lin Feiyu pressed the answer button, brought the phone to his ear, and waited for the other party to speak without saying a word. "Report to the nearest liaison office of the National Security Agency." The electronically synthesized voice, which seemed to be mixed with noise, ordered softly at a cold and rapid pace: "The transportation and related channels have been prepared for you." "Hey! Wait!" Lin Feiyu frowned—he didn't expect another "trouble" to come to him so soon: "I remember that I should still be on vacation right now?" "Yes." The other party replied calmly. "And my arm hasn't..." "Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-" Lin Feiyu was stunned for a few seconds, then nodded, and stuffed his phone into his pocket—for the first time this month, he took out a cigarette case from his coat, opened it, and took out one, without lighting it, just holding it in his mouth leisurely , and then walk down the stairs to the rooftop.