Le Zhishi called Song Yu all the way, turned off the phone, and sent him a lot of WeChat messages.

His hands were shaking when he got off the car to pay.

The airport hall was in chaos, and the lights were pale, reflecting dazzling reflections on the floor. The crowd surrounded him in small groups, as if he was the only one alone. Le Zhishi didn't remember how he found the counter and how he explained his situation to the counter. Afterwards, he thought that his condition must be very poor, because the service staff kept repeating to him, "Don't be anxious, I'll take a look for you."

He was very confused and only remembered that he wanted to go to Xicheng and wanted the fastest train.

After the other party inquired, he politely gave him a bad answer.

No direct flights.

He had no way to find Song Yu directly in the shortest time.

Le Zhishi's hand pressed against the cold countertop and pressed it very hard. A man next to him was anxious to buy a ticket. When he was swaying the suitcase he was holding over, he knocked on Le Zhishi's knees and calves. So he shook it for a moment and squatted down in front of the counter with all his efforts.

He heard the man constantly apologizing to him and asked him if there was anything wrong. Le Zhishi could only shake his head, and he couldn't stand up at once.

After a minute, the ticket buyer left, and Le Zhishi finally had some strength again. He held the counter and took a deep breath, stood up slowly, and asked about the route of the transfer.

After some twists and turns, he bought a flight ticket that was about to take off to the provincial capital.

Le Zhishi was very glad that he brought his wallet to buy the surrounding area, which contained a complete number of documents.

It rained outside, the sky was cold and grayish white, and the glass passage at the boarding gate was filled with water mist. Before taking off, he kept calling Song Yu, but he couldn't get through. He was angry and scared, but there was no other way.

Once again, he got on the plane alone.

The sky is thirty thousand feet high, and the heart of Lezhishi is still stuck in the rain.

In just two hours of flight, he knew that the time was as long as the year. It was difficult for him not to think about the worst outcome, and he could even help attribute his bad luck to himself.

It was very tugging. Half of his body was filled with the pain and sorrow that were imagined, and the real ruins and wreckage were real, and the pale cry for help was lingering like ghosts. The other half was for the many bravery that Song Yu had sustained, making him try to calm down and let reason dispel panic.

Song Yu.

Song Yu. Song Yu.

He repeatedly recited his name in his heart, treating it as a stress-healing method.

The battery of the phone was not high, so Le Zhishi turned off the phone and prepared to turn it on after landing. The flight attendant was passing by, and he called her in a panic.

"Hello, do you have anything to do?"

"A cup of warm water, thank you." He quickly added, "and want paper and pen... whatever."

The flight attendant quickly brought him water, a sign pen and a piece of white paper. Le Zhishi's chest was stuffy and painful, and his chest cavity was like an airbag that was gradually draining, and his heart condensed into a heavy shot put, falling down hard. The stomach felt very uncomfortable, Le Zhishi drank all the water, pressed his abdomen with one hand, and wrote hard on the paper with the other hand.

He knew that he was very hot and boarded the plane in a daze, without notifying his family. Even Jiang Yufan, who was on the spot, was completely ignored by him, which was so abnormal that he did not look like an adult at all.

What he has to do now is to calm down and think about a truly effective plan to meet Song Yu before it lands.

Le Zhishi tried hard to recall the advice given by the service staff when he was at the counter on the ground. The plane was transferred for a whole night, but seeing that he couldn't wait at all, the other party immediately gave the advice to transfer to the bus.

He wrote the station on the side and wrote down the things he must prepare after getting off the plane, a lot of medicine, necessary clothes, chargers, water, and enough cash... No matter what he thought, Le Zhishi wrote it on the first time, because he was afraid that he would be so panicked that he would leave the plane.

Then he had to think about the bad situation, what would he do if he still lost contact? His mind was confused. Le Zhishi had obviously tried his best to calm down, but his eyes were dizzy and blurred, shortness of breath and chest tightness. He thought this was his psychological reaction after the disaster, so he took out the asthma medicine mist in his pocket in case of emergency.

Song Yu. Song Yu...

Le Zhishi recited silently, and his emotions calmed down a lot. He closed his eyes and searched for clues in the dark. He regretted extremely that he had not gone to Song Yu's new laboratory to see it, and there was no contact information for the same group. But he suddenly thought that he knew Song Yu's senior sister in the previous laboratory, so he wrote down her name and wrote "Call the voice call after getting off the plane" next to the name.

Soon, he thought of Professor He again. Although he did not have a phone number, he thought that the school website would inevitably have an email address. In any case, it would be good to find an email address at this time. Many thoughts and methods poured into Le Zhishi's mind in an instant.

You can definitely find Song Yu's.

With such an idea, the anxiety of Lei Zhishi gradually faded away.

Finally, he got off the plane with this piece of paper full of plans. It was only 2:30 in the afternoon, but it seemed like a cold evening and the sky was dark. Le Zhishi was alone, not even a piece of luggage.

As soon as he landed, he turned on the phone and received many messages and calls from Jiang Yufan. It was difficult for him to be distracted. He replied briefly, telling him not to worry, and then called Song Yu.

Still shut down.

He had never hated Song Yu so much. He hated his disappearance and his dissatisfaction, but after a second, his eyes were covered with water vapor. He softened his heart too quickly, and he could not blame Song Yu for every minute and a second. He just hoped that he could answer his phone number soon.

If he really meets him, Le Zhishi thought that he would still get angry, scold him and beat him, and ask him why he didn't answer the phone and why he didn't contact himself.

With such a firm idea, I walked to the pick-up gate. There were many people outside, and everyone's faces were filled with joy of reunion. When I saw the person I wanted to pick up, I waved my palms and shouted out the other party's name.

But Le Zhishi's ears only have electronic voices that cannot be connected.

He lowered his eyes, hung up the phone and hurried out. He held the paper full of plans and got on a taxi. The driver was an enthusiastic person. He heard that he was in a hurry to take the bus and drove very quickly.

"Are you playing alone? Why don't you even have luggage?"

Le Zhishi was in a very bad mood, but it seemed impolite not to respond, so he simply said: "I want to find someone and want to go to Xicheng."

The other party also saw something, and saw him frowning, so he said oh, drove a while in silence for a while, and couldn't help but say, "Don't worry, little handsome guy."

Le Zhishi's nose suddenly became sore, but he still held it back.

"Um."

The driver took him to a large supermarket, and Le Zhishi said Xie left.

Usually he is a personality that can wander around aimlessly all day, but at this time, Le Zhishi suddenly becomes an efficient and mature adult. He takes the list he has planned in advance and buys everything he needs one by one. After checking out, he goes directly to the bathroom and changes his thick charge down and warm clothes. He doesn't want him to get sick before he finds Song Yu, which is useless.

The bus station was even more chaotic than he thought. Perhaps because Le Zhishi was nervous, the voice of anyone talking was magnified countless times in his ears. It was very noisy and messy. He carried a heavy bag and found the ticket gate.

The ticket seller didn't look very good when he heard his destination. His voice became a little harsh through the microphone.

"There was an earthquake there, don't you know?"

Le Zhishi nodded slightly, and was afraid that his meaning would be misunderstood, so he quickly said, "I know."

The other party seemed to think something was wrong with him, and repeated it again, "I said there was an earthquake in Xicheng, and you still have to go there? Many people are applying for refunds."

"I know the earthquake." Le Zhishi frowned and wanted to say another word, but he suddenly said silence, glanced at other directions quickly, but in the end he couldn't hold back his emotions.

When he learned the news at the first time, he did not cry, and he did not cry alone on the plane along the way, and even did not shed a single tear for so long after losing contact with Song Yu.

In this strange ticket hall more than 300 kilometers away from the place where the incident occurred, I heard the news of an earthquake again. The string that Le Zhishi had been tightly tense seemed to suddenly break.

He frowned, his stubborn eyes filled with tears, and he couldn't bear it.

But he can't collapse, it's not the time.

Le Zhishi wiped away tears with his sleeves, and repeated with red eyes: "How much is it for me to go?"

The ticket seller's voice became lighter and gave him a number. Le Zhishi hurriedly took out his wallet and looked for his ID card, but he forgot which compartment he had placed. When he found it in a panic, he also involved a piece of folded paper.

It was a response written by Song Yu before on his teaching materials.

Somewhere in Le Zhishi's heart seemed to collapse, and a lot of bitter juice gushed out. But he had no time to feel sad, so he could only stuff the paper back into his wallet and received the ticket and ID handed over by the ticket seller.

"This is the last train, and the ones behind are out of service."

He was seriously motion sickness, so he never took a bus. This time the ride was seven hours, which was almost unbearable for Le Zhishi in the past, not to mention that this time his destination was the most feared and most panicked disaster.

But he thought that he might see Song Yu in seven hours, so the process seemed to be less tormented.

For Song Yu to seize every slim opportunity that could be with him, give up the happy life in the second half of his life and exchange for a period of time to try with him, or work hard for him to repair his flaws that he cannot be loved calmly.

He was not that brave, but if Song Yu was trapped in the abyss where he was most afraid, Le Zhishi would jump in without hesitation.

When I got into the car, my thick coat and schoolbag squeezed Le Zhishi's body in the seat with a small space. The carriage was filled with a dizzy smell, and countless dust particles seemed to wander in the dry air.

He wore headphones and his cell phone, which was always plugged into the power bank, kept making calls until the suggestion sound on the opposite side passed and the beep was interrupted before he would dial again.

Listening to the gap between the prompt sound, Le Zhishi struggled to unscrew a bottle of water and found out the anti-altitude sickness medicine. Many of them were poured into the palm of his hand and ate them all. One seemed to be very big and stuck in his throat.

The phone still did not connect.

Le Zhishi took a few more sips of water, coughed for a while, unfolded the paper that was almost wrinkled by herself, read the above matters, crossed out the completed part with a pen, and then began to try to contact Song Yu's senior sister. After twelve minutes, she gave a reply, but she didn't know much, but she enthusiastically asked to help Le Zhishi ask other classmates.

He started searching for web pages again, looking for Professor He's contact information, and finally got only one office phone and email address. Le Zhishi tried to call the office phone, but no one answered it. He spent ten minutes editing an email and sent it to Professor He in campus email.

But he didn't have much expectation for replying because he knew that under such circumstances, no one had time to check the email.

Hope is slim again.

Le Zhishi looked at the gray sky outside the window and took out the paper again, which was filled with Song Yu's name, and Song Yu finally replied with a word.

He hoped that Song Yu could respond to him like he did at that time, and that was a word.

The car was shaking forward, and Le Zhishi's head was dizzy and wanted to vomit. He didn't know if it was the anti-altitude sickness medicine that worked, or if he was really too tired. In the misery, he closed his eyes, leaned against the car window and fell asleep, and had a dream. In the dream, he took a taxi again, came to the airport, checked the security check alone, and boarded the plane. It seemed that he had passed his chaotic day again.

But in the end he dreamed that the car he was in hit another truck, so he woke up by the sharp brakes and collisions.

The car window was condensed by fog, and the outside was covered in white. Le Zhishi, who woke up from his sleep, reached out in confusion and wiped away a small piece of fog from the glass.

The passengers around him spoke and said in a dialect where Lezhishi could understand some of the dialects: "It snowed so hard, what should I do? There is still a disaster there... I have to rush back to see my mother, she is alone in her hometown."

Le Zhishi's heart sinks a little bit. He turns on his phone and realizes that he is sleeping too hard. Lin Rong calls him but doesn't receive it.

She seemed to be busy taking care of the elderly, not knowing the news of the earthquake, and even sent a text message to ask him if he would go home for dinner tonight.

Le Zhishi thought for a while and told her that he would not go home tonight. He didn't want to tell Lin Rong about this. She had worked too hard recently. If she knew that something happened to Song Yu was out, it would be difficult to accept, and she might collapse.

A minute later, he received a reply from Lin Rong.

[Aunt Rong: Then you have a good meal, be careful and take good care of yourself.]

The snow outside the window was really heavy, so high that the speed of the car dropped significantly, which made Le Zhishi feel nervous.
To be continued...