Xu Chuanyang raised his head, looking for his voice, and couldn't help being stunned.
The speaker was wearing a purple cotton-padded jacket, a woolen hat on his head, and a white mask covering half of his face. Even though he was wrapped like this, he could still recognize him at a glance.
Ling Mobei ran over and was obviously stunned for a moment when he saw Xu Chuanyang, but he quickly changed his eyes and leaned over to check the little soldier's wounds.
"The artery was not injured, but the wound is getting worse. Please raise his injured leg while moving it. Moreover, the sooner the better, the patient needs surgery immediately."
Everyone scrambled to carry the injured onto a stretcher. The main road ahead was blocked by heavy snow. The fastest way to reach the hospital was to transport him manually.
Ling Mobei took off the first aid kit he was carrying, first treated the wound briefly, then took out a water cup and fed the wounded person some anti-infective medicine.
After the treatment was completed, the two rescue team members strode forward carrying the stretcher.
Xu Chuanyang has been standing not far away looking at him. After five years of not seeing him, he has matured a lot, but his eyes are still as blue as the lake, clean and clear.
He squatted there and treated the patient's wound carefully. The wound was turned out ferociously, and his hands were stained with blood, but he didn't even blink and just focused on the matter at hand.
He looked back at Xu Chuanyang, just a glance, then quickly turned around and ran forward along with the stretcher being transported.
If he had seen such a scene five years ago, he would probably have been scared to the side. But now, he was wearing a thick cotton jacket, carrying a first aid kit, and running with the rescuers. He saw his hands.
There were several obvious frostbites. It seemed that this was not his first day here.
Two rescuers were walking in the snow carrying a stretcher. The snow was too deep and one foot was deep and the other was shallow, making it very difficult to move forward.
Ling Mobei grabbed the soldier's hand and encouraged him, "We'll be there soon, just hold on."
The soldier looked at him, his chapped lips twitching, "Doctor, can my leg... be saved? I... still want to be a soldier."
Ling Mobei nodded and smiled at him, "Of course there is help. Don't give up."
The soldier smiled happily, "Thank you, doctor."
The stretcher suddenly slid down, and Ling Mobei hurriedly supported the injured man's legs. The rescuers in front had exhausted their strength and their arms were too tired to lift.
The injury could not be delayed, Ling Mobei walked over and resolutely lifted the stretcher.
The rescuers were surprised, "Doctor..."
He was not tall, and even though he was wearing a thick cotton-padded jacket, it was still obvious that he had a frail physique. How could he carry a stretcher and walk in the ice and snow with such a body?
"It's important to save people." Ling Mobei tightly held the stretcher bar in his hand, "Let's go."
The rescuers were helpless, but there was no other way. "I will replace you when I have enough strength."
Ling Mobei and another rescue worker were carrying a stretcher in the snow. There was previously frozen ice beneath the snow. If they were not careful, they would fall. They had to be cautious, but they had to keep moving at a fast speed.
After walking for two kilometers, Ling Mobei's arms were sore and he seemed to have lost consciousness. His exposed hands were red from the cold, and the frostbitten areas were painful and itchy. He gritted his teeth and walked forward step by step.
Okay, it was a cold day, but his forehead was dripping with sweat.
"Ling Mobei." A familiar voice came. Ling Mobei paused and felt a sudden lightness. He turned around and saw Xu Chuanyang catching the stretcher in his hand, and his deep eyes fell on him.
In his eyes, "Let go."
Ling Mobei consciously let go of his hand.
"Don't you have a first aid kit? Bandage your hands first."
Ling Mobei raised his hands, and blisters appeared on his palms. The blisters broke open, revealing the bright red flesh inside. He had known this for a long time, but when did he see it?
"I'm fine. It's important to save people first."
Xu Chuanyang looked at him, suddenly put down the stretcher, took off the two gloves on his hands, put them on his hands without any explanation, turned around, and walked forward carrying the stretcher.
"Xu Chuanyang, I don't need this..."
"Shut up."
He shrank his neck and said no more. It turned out that after so many years, he was still so afraid of him.
The rescue workers nearby were stunned for a moment, secretly guessing the relationship between the two people.
Xu Chuanyang walked in front, and Ling Mobei followed all the way, checking the condition of the injured from time to time. Every time he raised his head, he could always see the back of Xu Chuanyang, standing tall and resolute. His shadow had always been with him after so many days and nights.
Wandering between dreams and reality, he missed him, but he knew that this longing was already far away across thousands of mountains and rivers and hundreds of feet of mortal world.
But I didn't expect that they would meet in this snow and ice. He was as handsome and cold as before, and he was no longer the Ling Mobei who loved to cry, act coquettishly, and didn't know the sorrow of the world.
After everyone's efforts, the patient was finally delivered to the hospital safely. As he watched the little soldier enter the operating room, Ling Mobei sat down on the ground. His whole body seemed to be exhausted. He closed his eyes and just wanted to sleep.
Someone sat down next to him, and a familiar scent instantly surrounded him. Ling Mobei opened his eyes and saw a paper cup filled with hot water in front of him. He was stunned for a moment before taking it, "Thank you."
Xu Chuanyang leaned against the wall, the sweat on his forehead had not receded, "When did you come?"
"I've been here for three days." Ling Mobei took a sip of water, and a warm feeling spread throughout his body, "I came with the Swiss rescue team."
"Why didn't you notify me?"
Ling Mobei lowered his head silently. Because of his exertion, the water in the paper cup almost overflowed. After a while, he smiled and said, "I think you don't want to see me."
Xu Chuanyang said nothing and closed his eyes as if to rest his mind.
The two of them stopped talking and just sat in silence.
The corridors are filled with hospital beds, wounded people are everywhere, medical staff are walking back and forth in front of them, and there are many people like them who are so tired that they can close their eyes and sleep anytime and anywhere.
Ling Mobei didn't know when he fell asleep. He slept deeply, and the noise in his ears seemed to be isolated thousands of miles away.
When he woke up, he found that there were soft quilts under him and a white ceiling in front of him.
He raised his hand and saw that the palm was wrapped with gauze and the wound had been treated. The place he was in was an office. The facilities in the office were very simple, including a table, a bed, and a sink.
He was dazed for a while before sitting up. His cotton-padded jacket was put aside, and he was only wearing a light blue sweater and jeans.
After getting out of bed, he picked up his cotton-padded jacket and put it on. Now was not the time to sleep. He had come all the way here not to sleep in. There were many people waiting for him to treat him.
As soon as Ling Mobei left the house, a guard came running over, "Doctor Ling, where are you going?"
"go out."
"Battle Commander Xu ordered you to have a good rest."
"Xu Chuanyang?"
Regarding the fact that he could call Xu Chuanyang by his first name like this, the little guard was stunned for a moment and nodded, "Yes."
"Please tell him to thank him, but I don't need to rest."
Under the watch of the small guard, Ling Mobei strode out of the office.
He found his team and quickly joined in the disaster relief work, transporting the wounded, treating injuries, and carrying supplies, as tirelessly as a robot.
"Aaron, take a rest."
"It's okay, I can still do it."
Ling Mobei chatted quietly in English with his teammates who came with him. After sitting for a while, he took a water glass and took a sip of water before continuing to work.
We were busy until night, when the lights were turned on in the tent, and everyone gathered around the small table to eat some simple meals and discuss tomorrow's rescue work.
Ling Mobei had just eaten a few mouthfuls of instant noodles and touched his pocket. Suddenly his expression changed and he hurriedly put down the bowl in his hand. He began to rummage around on his body, and finally took off his cotton-padded jacket when he found it.
People around me asked in confusion: "Aaron, did you lose something important?"
"Yes." Ling Mobei gestured with his hand in the shape of a bullet, "A keychain, made of bullet casings."
Everyone shook their heads.
"Could it have fallen outside while transporting the wounded today?" Someone suddenly said, "Everyone was in a hurry at that time, so even if it dropped, no one would notice."
"I'll find it."
"What? Are you crazy, Aaron? It's night now, where are you going to look for it?"
"If we don't look for it now, if the snow continues to fall like this, it will cover the ground, and it will be impossible to find it then." Ling Mobei put on his cotton-padded jacket, took a flashlight, and insisted on going out despite everyone's dissuasion.
"Let's help search around." Everyone could see that the keychain was really important to him, so he was willing to brave the cold and wind to get it back.
Even though, the possibility of getting it back is almost zero.
Ling Mobei carefully recalled the places he visited today. In the ice and snow, he looked around with a flashlight. The keychain was only the size of a bullet. Even if it fell on the ground, it would be difficult to see it, let alone in this snow-covered place.
If you fall, you will be submerged in the snow.
He stepped on the ground and the snow covered his ankles. He lay on the ground with a flashlight in his mouth and used his hands to brush away the snow on the ground and search inch by inch. In this aimless searching method, he found himself in the snow.
I've been looking for it for several hours.
Xu Chuanyang looked for the flag of the Swiss rescue team outside the tent and found it.
He returned to the office and found that Ling Mobei had left. He asked the guard and he said that he had returned to the rescue team.
He became angry at that time and scolded the guard.
His body couldn't adapt to such a harsh climate, not to mention his hands were injured.
Now that he found the rescue team and heard that he ran away again just to find a keychain, he was even more furious and without saying a word, he strode towards the direction he left.
The light of the flashlight gradually faded. Ling Mobei was lying on the ground, his body and face covered with snow. His cotton gloves had been soaked by the snow and frozen, and his hands seemed to be wrapped in two large ice cubes. Even so, he was still clumsy.
Searching in the snow.
"Ling Mobei."
A beam of flashlight light hit him, and he raised his head. His eyes were blinded by the light. The light dissipated, and a pair of leather boots stopped in front of him. Then, he was picked up by his collar.
"Do you want to freeze to death? Do you know what time it is?"
Ling Mobei looked at him, his expression seemed to be frozen, "I'm looking for something."
"You can't keep something and find it tomorrow. You have to find it now."
Ling Mobei shook his head, "It's something very important that you won't be able to find again until tomorrow."
He forcefully pulled Xu Chuanyang's hand away and continued to squat down to search.
Seeing his stubborn look, Xu Chuanyang was furious, raised his foot and kicked him to the ground, "Get back here."
Ling Mobei fell in the snow, gritted his teeth, and got up.
Just as he stood firm, Xu Chuanyang came up and kicked him again, and he was kicked to the ground again.
"Xu Chuanyang..." Ling Mobei's cotton-padded jacket was covered with snow, and his face was covered with sewage. His beautiful face could not be distinguished at all. "It is very important to me. No matter what, I will find it."
"You..." Xu Chuanyang wanted to kick him again, but suddenly saw Ling Mobei sitting up, his eyes shining with surprise, and he almost rolled forward and ran forward, anxiously using
He picked up a layer of snowflakes with his hands. Because there were often people walking around here, the snow was not thick. When he fell down just now, it seemed that his eyes were pierced by the light of something. When he looked over, he was suddenly filled with surprise.
The keychain lay quietly in the snow and mud, like a regretful child who ran away from home, waiting for his relatives.
Ling Mobei knelt on the ground and held it carefully in his hand, a bright smile slowly blooming on his face.
The moonlight was like water, covering his body like a gauze. He knelt in a piece of white snow, with his hands in a praying posture. His features were delicate and clear, like an angel who had just experienced a disaster from the heavens to the lower world. He was incredibly beautiful.
"Ling Mobei, what are you looking for?" Xu Chuanyang walked over, and the sound of stepping on the snow rang in his ears.
Ling Mobei hurriedly put away the things and shook his head, "It's nothing."
They stood in the snow and looked at each other. Unexpectedly, five years had passed since they saw each other. In five years, many things have changed. There is only one kind of persistence and love that is deeply rooted, even if it has been baptized by time, even if it has gone through the vicissitudes of the world.
, still shining like new, shining brightly.
Ling Mobei smiled and stretched out his hand, "Xu Chuanyang, long time no see."
Seeing that the gloves on his hands were frozen into lumps of ice, he sighed, took his hands and put on his own gloves. When he touched his fingertips, they were as cold as snow. He couldn't help but angrily yelled, "These hands of yours"
Don’t want it anymore?”
He slowly retracted his hand and said, "It doesn't matter."
Silence, silence again.
Five years later, I obviously had a lot to say, but now, standing face to face, I felt speechless.
"Go back." Xu Chuanyang turned around.
Ling Mobei thought for a moment and followed him at a distance not too far or too close.
He looked at his back, which was unattainable. It had always been like this. He walked in front and he followed behind. There was always an invisible distance between him and him, and below was a ravine of thousands of feet.
"These years..." Xu Chuanyang hesitated for a moment as he spoke, "What have you been doing?"