Sima Yang held the broken giant mast, and I held Sima Yang's waist tightly. The two of them rose and fell to the rhythm of the ups and downs of the waves, and slowly fell in an unknown direction...
After a long, long time...
Finally, the sound dissipated, and the waves expanded into the distance and slowly subsided.
Exhausted, I loosened my hands and closed my eyes weakly. Before closing my eyes, I heard my own mumbled voice floating so transparently and ethereal on the calm sea:
"Sima Yang, I'm so tired... let me sleep for a while, it will be fine in a while..." [
When I woke up, I found myself lying on the grass, and a few grass blades got into my nose, which made it itchy. I sneezed several times in a row, and finally I finally woke up.
He quickly looked around and found that he was on a meadow full of colorful flowers and green grass. Less than a meter away, Sima Yang was lying on his back, as if he was not breathing, and his face was as pale as paper.
.
I crawled over anxiously, relying on the first aid knowledge I learned in class, and beat Sima Yang's chest with mission: "Sima Yang! Sima Yang! Wake up! Don't scare me! Woo hoo...
Wake up quickly..."
When I thought that Sima Yang would die, I felt sour in my heart, my eyes kept watering, and my vision was blurred...