Can't Escape in Youth: Youth

After a few seconds, Wan Xin backed away.

Ambition is ambition, now is not the time to be presumptuous.

30, 30

The next day, before dawn, the two were woken up by a mobile phone alarm.

Both turned over, faced each other, looked at each other's sleepy expression, and smiled again.

After tidying up and going out, it was still dark, and the street was empty, so it was rare to be quiet.

At Wan Xin's request, they placed POSS and took pictures, and the two rode bicycles to Laihu Lake.

Because they changed a route and needed to look at the map, the two stopped and walked on the road.

In the night, two bicycles passed through the dark and deserted streets, the young man's thin back, the cool wind blowing by his ears.

Youth, that's what it should be, presumptuous, flamboyant, and beautiful.

His Zaiqing should be like this.

......

......

......

Pounding!

Pounding!

Pounding!

After a sound of sudden braking and collision.

Quiet.

In addition to quiet, still quiet.

The moment Miao Zaiqing turned around, his brain shut down and went blank, and his eyes were only bright red.

blood.

a lot of blood.

"Wan Xin."

"Wan Xin."

"Wan Xin."

Miao Zaiqing roared eagerly.

The called person lay quietly on the ground, with a large area of ​​bright red under his body, and the camera on his neck had already shattered with the impact of the landing.

Miao Zaiqing tried her best to suppress the dizziness, ran to Wan Xin, stretched out her trembling hand, and touched his face, but there was no response.

Trembling, Miao Zaiqing took out the mobile phone from his pocket, mist rose in his eyes, and he pressed the number several times before he got it right.

The tip of the nose was full of bloody smell, Miao Zaiqing tried hard to hold back the feeling of wanting to vomit, and took several deep breaths, but the more he breathed, the stronger the smell became, so thick that it almost enveloped his whole body.

The phone is connected.

"Car accident, help, help, help."

Miao Zaiqing kept repeating help, but the person on the other end of the phone asked him for his address, but he didn't know what to do.

He didn't try to force himself to calm down until the person on the other end of the phone scolded him seriously.

Under the guidance of the other end, I added WeChat and sent a location.

The blood under Wan Xin's body was still spreading, and the good smell on the boy's body was completely covered by the pungent bloody smell.

Miao Zaiqing knelt in a pool of blood, her knees were already wet.

"Wan Xin."

"Wan Xin."

No matter how much he yelled, the people on the ground did not answer him softly or give him a smile as usual.

Tears dripped down the boy's face.

If the young man was awake at this time, he would definitely, definitely hug him into his arms and comfort him softly.

When the ambulance arrived, the tears on Miao Zaiqing's face had been dried, but his hands were still trembling violently.

Trembling, he took the tattered camera and the backpack that smelled of blood from the nurse.

Sitting on the seat, arched back, watching doctors and nurses rushing in and out.

Not long after, a doctor came over with a book splint.

"The Wanxin family?"

Miao Zaiqing agreed without thinking.

The doctor walked up to him and handed him the cardboard.

Miao Zaiqing only heard part of the loud push after crackling.

death, disability.

With a pen in his hand, he was shaking like a sieve.

"Young man, don't be afraid, we will do our best." The doctor patted Miao Zaiqing on the shoulder and said comfortingly.

Miao Zaiqing's eyes blurred in an instant, the person who was smiling at him a few hours ago was the one who took pictures of him.

This will lie on the operating table, waiting for unknown death or disability.

Miao Zaiqing handed back the signed form, and before the doctor left, he patted his room again, and walked into the operating room silently.

I don't know how long it took, but Wan Xin saw a policeman in his line of sight.

They came towards him.

The police took out a video and asked him if he was the person in the 2 video, Miao Zaiqing nodded.

The police sat down next to him with a notebook, and asked questions one after another.

Their names, ages, jobs, the purpose of their visit, whether they know the perpetrators, etc.

Miao Zaiqing's answer was intermittent and messed up. After the question was over, they left their contact information and left again.

Miao Zaiqing continued to sit on the chair and wait. Wan Xin had been in for more than two hours, and it was already dawn outside, but he hadn't come out yet.

Miao Zaiqing doesn't believe in Buddhism, but at this moment he is praying in his heart.

Lord Buddha, I beg you to keep Wan Xin safe.

Three hours later, the lights in the operating room were still on.

Miao Zaiqing turned on the blood-stained cell phone screen, and wiped it with the corner of her clothes.

But the blood had dried up, and he couldn't wipe it off.

The sourness at the tip of the nose surged up again.

After a while, he finally wiped the screen clean with mineral water.

Open the mobile phone address book, dial out the mobile phone number that has been stored for three years but has never been called.

"Hello, Miao Zaiqing?" It was Tian Ziping.

"teacher."

"What's wrong? Is there something wrong?"

"Trouble, please give me the contact information of Wanxin and his family."

In one sentence, Miao Zaiqing uttered it intermittently, and choked up several times during the process.

Tian Ziping probably sensed something was wrong, and his voice suddenly became serious, "What happened?"

"Something happened, please, please send me the contact information."

"Okay, wait a minute."

A few minutes later, there was the sound of a computer keyboard, followed by Tian Ziping's voice.

"Hey."

"teacher."

"Remember it."

Miao Zaiqing got what he wanted, and he didn't care about Tian Ziping who was still asking questions, after saying thank you, he hung up on his own.

Miao Zaiqing dialed the number Tian Ziping said.

No one picked up.

Called again, still no one answered.

After calling more than a dozen times in a row, he closed his eyes in despair and leaned back on the chair, a tear fell down his chin, his face was unbearably pale.

No one picked up.

About half an hour later, the phone rang.

Miao Zaiqing picked it up, saw the number on it, and quickly swipe to answer it.

Before the people over there could say anything, Miao Zaiqing reported the door of his house first, he was afraid that the other party would hang up.

"I'm Wan Xin's classmate."

What kind of person was the person on the other end? He had made more than a dozen phone calls in a row, and he was still Wan Xin's classmate. He immediately thought of it.

"What happened?"

The other party was a man with a deep voice, and Miao Zaiqing could feel the oppressive aura through the phone.

Suddenly, he didn't know how to speak.

"What happened?"

In the same words, but her tone became a little more serious, Miao Zaiqing shook her head and stabilized her mind.

"Wan Xin was in a car accident."

There was a dead silence on the phone for about half a minute.

"Where are you?"

"D City People's Hospital."

The phone was hung up, and Miao Zaiqing was about to call back when the other end called again.

"How is the situation now?"

"Still in the operating room."

"When did it come out?"

"About four, five o'clock."

The brain was still in chaos, so chaotic that Miao Zaiqing couldn't remember clearly at all.

The other end explained a few more words, then hung up the phone in a hurry, saying that he would come over soon.

Time passed little by little.

It hasn't come out yet.

It hasn't come out yet.

It hasn't come out yet.

Why hasn't he come out yet?

When Wan Yong arrived, he saw a man in a mess throwing his fist at the wall to vent his anger.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Miao Zaiqing stopped, sat back on the chair, hunched into a ball.

The footsteps stopped in front of him.

"Wan Xin's classmate?"

Miao Zaiqing's eyes lit up at the voice on the phone, and she suddenly raised her head.

"Yes."

The face of the boy in front of him was so pale that there was no trace of blood, his lips trembled slightly, his eyes looked at him helplessly and hopefully, he was frightened.

Wan Yong came to a conclusion, sat down beside Miao Zaiqing, and didn't rush to ask, after a while of silence.

"What happened then?"

Almost instantly, Miao Zaiqing recalled the scene at that time, and the feeling of dizziness, weakness and wanting to vomit surged up again.

He took a few deep breaths, thinking he was calm enough, but he was still incoherent, "We were, we were, riding a bicycle,"

Wan Yong slowed down his tone, "Don't panic, speak slowly."

Miao Zaiqing opened the mineral water and took a sip. A few seconds later, "We were riding a bicycle and crossing the road. I was in front. I, I, I didn't see it."

"What are you going to do?"

"Wan Xin said, want, want to go, take pictures of the sunrise, I should stop him, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

With tears in her voice, Miao Zaiqing covered her face and apologized over and over again.

Seeing this, Wan Yong couldn't ask any more questions, so he said a few words of comfort.

After a while, Wan Yong's assistant came over, and he got up to meet him.

The two walked aside to talk, their voices were so low that Miao Zaiqing couldn't hear them.

He closed his eyes again.

He should hold on a little longer, a little longer.

why.

Why agree.

Miao Zaiqing questioned himself repeatedly in his heart, but at this moment, his mind was in a mess and he couldn't find an answer at all.

The sun was shining outside, Miao Zaiqing looked in the direction of the operating room.

It hasn't come out yet.

Wan Yong's composure from the beginning also faded away little by little during the waiting time, smoking one cigarette after another, walking around restlessly.

His assistant next to him answered a few calls from time to time, without exception, apologizing.

"Sorry, Mr. Wan has something to do here, so I can't leave."

The sun moved westward little by little. In the afternoon, Wan Xin's aunt, Wan Shijing also came.

Miao Zaiqing had seen her several times before, so she recognized him immediately.

"Not out yet?"

Wan Yong threw the cigarette butt into the trash can, Shen Shen