Can't Escape in Youth: Youth

, looking through the crowd.

Ke Ming and Qi Ya.

Miao Zaiqing's pupils dimmed instantly.

How would he tell Wan Xin's two good friends.

Wan Xin's accident was an accident, but it happened when he went out with him, and his life and death are still uncertain.

What is he going to say.

Ke Ming and Qi Ya quickly ran in front of Miao Zaiqing. The usually cynical boys and cool girls now had undisguised worries on their faces.

Ke Ming spoke first, speaking very fast, "Do you have contact with Wan Xin? We can't contact him anymore, there is no one at home, and his family members can't be contacted either."

Miao Zaiqing doesn't know how to lie very much, although her face is expressionless, her trembling lips still betray him.

"Is there? We haven't been able to contact him since the exam, and we can't find him today."

A coolness rushed up the back of the body. It was a 35-degree day, but Miao Zaiqing seemed to be in the cold winter of the twelfth lunar month. The sweat on his forehead dripped down drop by drop.

Ke Ming was still asking, but the observant Qi Ya interrupted him, "Come with us."

Several people came to a secluded place, and the three formed a triangle.

"Wan Xin has contacted you." Qi Ya said firmly.

Miao Zaiqing had no way to refute, he turned his back, and Qi Ya moved in front of him.

"Miao Zaiqing, can you please be a man and hurry up, what are you doing?" Ke Ming cursed behind him.

Miao Zaiqing turned around, "Wan Xin, he,"

Two pairs of eyes stared at him.

"There was a car accident."

Miao Zaiqing's voice was very low, but the two people in front of her heard it.

The two of them were struck by lightning for an instant, and they froze in place, unable to move. The three stood silently like this, you look at me, I look at you.

"When did it happen?" Qi Ya asked.

Miao Zaiqing struggled to speak, her voice was very hoarse, "On the third day after our college entrance examination."

"Where is he now?"

"City D."

"how is he?"

"Still in the intensive care unit."

Ke Ming also came back to his senses at this time, frowning, "How do you know?"

"Yes, I went with him."

The eyes of the two of them looking at Miao Zaiqing changed instantly, with undisguised hostility and suspicion.

Why did Wan Xin go to City D with you?

What are you doing in City D?

Did Wan Xin get into a car accident? Why are you doing well?

Speechless, but Miao Zaiqing understood.

"We traveled to City D. In the early morning, we rode bicycles to see the sunrise. I was in front and he was behind. Then..."

Compared with Wan Xin's family, Ke Ming, a young and vigorous young man, obviously didn't control his temper as well as theirs.

He stepped forward and grabbed Miao Zaiqing by the collar, and with a strong shake of his hand, Miao Zaiqing hit the tree trunk.

Before he could stand still, Ke Ming's fist hit him, punching and kicking.

"Grass mud horse, are you okay?"

"Ride your bike."

"Look at your sunrise."

Ke Ming greeted Miao Zaiqing's family every sentence.

Miao Zaiqing didn't respond at all, let Ke Ming vent, and dutifully acted as a sandbag, didn't even make a sound.

"Ke Ming."

"Ke Ming, calm down."

"Ke Ming."

Qi Ya shouted beside her, angry, worried, and anxious.

"All right."

It took a while before Ke Ming stopped, and Qi Ya quickly stepped forward to lift up the sandbag.

"Which hospital?"

Miao Zaiqing gasped in pain and said in a rough voice, "No.1 civilian hospital."

Ke Ming turned and left, Qi Ya said something hastily, but Miao Zaiqing didn't hear clearly.

Looking at the backs of the two going away, Miao Zaiqing was about to pat the ashes off his body.

Suddenly, several figures appeared in the corner of my eye.

Miao Zaiqing frowned and looked around.

It's Lu Cen.

Lu Cen ran into him by chance. Originally, he just wanted to find a place to smoke a cigarette, but he didn't want to. Such a coincidence.

Miao Zaiqing was not in the mood to pay attention, and was about to leave, but Lu Cen stopped him.

"Miao Zaiqing, I've settled accounts with others."

Miao Zaiqing still ignored her, she lowered her eyes and turned left and right.

Lu Cen is like a mosquito, following wherever he goes.

Miao Zaiqing pushed him away impatiently.

"Grass mud and horse seedlings are green."

Lu Cen rushed forward while cursing, the two people beside him were not far behind, and the three surrounded Miao Zaiqing, punching and kicking again.

Miao Zaiqing was polite to Ke Ming, but not at all polite to Lu Cen and the others.

However, two fists are no match for four hands, not to mention, they had six hands, and he was beaten up by Ke Ming first.

The four of them fought, you came and went, you advanced and you retreated, you punched and kicked each other, there was no way, the scene was chaotic.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

A female voice came from a distance, and several people looked over together.

The iconic curly blond hair was given to a political teacher nicknamed the Golden Retriever Lion King.

Seeing this, several people withdrew their hands one after another, and quickly ran away.

Miao Zaiqing slowed down a few steps, there was no pain in his body, and he ran a little slowly, but fortunately, the Golden Retriever Lion King couldn't catch up.

Because she was wearing ten centimeter high heels.

Miao Zaiqing went to the supermarket to buy a mask, put it on, and went to the office to weigh herself.

In the end, neither the police nor the police academy reported success.

He is 1.8 meters tall and weighs 92 catties.

Weight, his Achilles heel.

Miao Zaiqing filled in a bunch of schools and majors that he had never considered.

Finally, Tian Ziping asked him, "How is Wan Xin doing now?"

"Still in the intensive care unit."

"Ah~"

Tian Ziping sighed for a while.

Wan Xin got No. 2 in the city and No. 1 in the school. It should be something to be happy about, but who knows that God is jealous of talents and insists on causing some stumbling blocks.

Later, with tears in his eyes, Tian Ziping called Miao Zaiqing to the office after teaching the last lesson to Class [-] and [-] of Senior High School.

Tian Ziping took out an envelope from the drawer, "If Wan Xin wakes up, please pass it on to the teacher."

Miao Zaiqing took it and remained silent.

Outside the window, it was the scorching sun, and there were bursts of cicadas singing one after another.

Miao Zaiqing got up and solemnly bowed to Tian Ziping.

"Teacher, thank you."

"Good boy, the way forward, take care."

After leaving the school, Miao Zaiqing went back to the small hotel and returned home with her luggage.

Home, or that home, obviously Wan Xin has only been here a few times, but no matter where Miao Zaiqing looks, she can imagine Wan Xin's posture and expression, lying, standing, sitting.

Wan Xin's suitcase was stuffed under the bed, and Miao Zaiqing opened the backpack.

He didn't return the camera because he had selfish motives.

He thought, what if,

By any chance

Although the camera has been torn apart, but fortunately, the small memory card is still there, as if it was destined.

Miao Zaiqing put the camera and memory card in the drawer, and when he was free, he went to develop the photos.

It was already dark, but Miao Zaiqing didn't have any appetite, and no calls came in from his cell phone, so his heart was in suspense.

But if the call came in, like that night, he thought, he would go crazy.

The next day, when Miao Zaiqing got up, her whole body seemed to be falling apart.

He was just beaten up, Wan Xin, being hit by a car, how painful it must be.

After hastily eating some breakfast, Miao Zaiqing put on her backpack again and headed to D city.

Tickets are not very easy to buy. He struggled for several hours last night before he managed to get one, which cost nearly one thousand. The best seat was almost as expensive as the air ticket.

But Miao Zaiqing didn't care about that much anymore, he wanted to go there quickly, he could only stay outside that door, even for a while, his heart would feel better than now.

Before the person arrived, the heart flew over.

When Miao Zaiqing got out of the station, he found that his backpack had slipped a hole. He checked his belongings, but he was relieved that nothing was missing.

Taking a taxi to the hospital, Miao Zaiqing saw Ke Ming and Qi Ya.

When they saw him, they just glanced at him lightly, and Miao Zaiqing sat down opposite them.

After a while of silence.

"Miao Zaiqing, sorry for yesterday."

"Well, I asked the doctor if I did."

"I asked, but I still need to observe."

They sat for a while, got up and left, and met Wan Yong and his party at the entrance of the hospital.

"uncle."

"uncle."

Ke Ming and Qi Ya ran over, Miao Zaiqing was a few steps behind.

Wan Yong nodded to the little guys, said a few words, and the group walked into the hospital.

Miao Zaiqing did not go with Ke Ming and the others, but went to the small hotel where she stayed before.

Day after day, everyone tacitly went to the hospital for a while.

However, recently, Miao Zaiqing has become more and more uneasy in her heart.

This unreliability was confirmed when he came to the hospital again one day.

Wan Xin will be transferred to another hospital.

It's not about going back to city A, nor about going to the capital, but going abroad.

At that moment, Miao Zaiqing couldn't tell what mood he was in.

On the one hand, he thought, since he decided to transfer to a foreign country, it must be because the level of medical treatment abroad is better, and Wan Xin might get better if he goes there.

But this might be the case.

maybe.

Wan Xin is in a foreign country...

Miao Zaiqing controlled her thoughts and stopped thinking about it, but the more she wanted to control, the more her thoughts spread.

As long as he thought that that morning might be the last time he and Wan Xin saw each other, he felt a terrible pain all over his body.

From the inside to the outside, it hurts to the bone and blood.

Wan Xin should be treated well, he is so beautiful, why?

In the next few days, Miao Zaiqing stayed in the hospital all day long, and even fell asleep on the chair in the corridor at night.

Even Ke Ming couldn't stand it, but Miao Zaiqing insisted on herself.

Because he listened to them.

"Mr. Wan, everything is ready."

"Well, pick a good day and let's go."

Those who should come will always come, and those who should go can't be kept.

Goodbye, Wan Xin, best wishes?