don't you regret

Chapter 42 1 more

It snows in a city that rarely snows, and the scenery is beautiful.

The sky is a dreamy dark pink-purple, and the snowflakes are falling softly from the scattered buildings, like the soft singing of lovers in the ears.

Zhuang Song took a photo and wanted to post it on Moments, but was blocked by Hu Qing.

"The filming is too tasteless." Hu Qing commented, "Let me do it."

Then he took out the technique of a great artist, finished shooting and color-graded, and made a picture of a snow scene for Zhuang Song that looked like an illustration of the atmosphere, and by the way, took a picture of food that made people want to order a takeaway.

Zhuang Song happily posted together.

Immediately received a lot of likes.

Xia Jiahe: Are you and Hu Qing living together?

Zhuang Song: He is my landlord.

Master at the freight station: I have stayed here for a lifetime, and this is the second time I have seen snow. Xiaozhuang, you are very lucky.

Zhuang Song: [shy] [cute]

Xiaohan: Wow!You didn't call me when you were having dinner with Lao Lie!

Zhuang Song: Didn't you just finish the final exam today?

Xiaohan: QAQ

Just as Zhuang Song was replying to these messages, a reminder of likes suddenly popped up in the message list.

Familiar avatar, familiar ID.

But Zhuang Song refreshed it again, and the ID disappeared. Presumably, he liked it habitually, but felt disturbed, so he quickly canceled it.

"I seemed to see a familiar person just now—" Lie Yang said.

Pause for a second: "Disappeared."

"Didn't you let me mention it?" Hu Qing, who also saw the same ID, asked, "Why did you mention it yourself?"

"When did you say you won't let me mention it?" The scorching sun spoke eloquently.

Hu Qing: "..."

That night the scorching sun burned him and stayed with them, and he returned to Jiangzhou the next day. He said that the Spring Festival was approaching, and the year-end audit was so busy that he would not even touch the ground, so the boss was about to beat him to death on this day.

So Zhuang Song's double row partner was replaced by Xiaohan who had just finished his final homework and returned home happily.

The first conversation between New Year and Xiaohan fit his nonsensical character very well.

Zhuang Song: "Happy New Year."

Xiaohan: "Happy New Year, Claw God! What did you eat last night? Why didn't you call me!"

"What are you focusing on?" Zhuang Song laughed, "I just wished people a good New Year's dinner yesterday, so it seems that this sentence must be given to you, right?"

"Who do you wish to have a good meal?" Xiaohan asked.

Zhuang Song: "..."

Why doesn't this kid play his cards according to the routine?

Wishing someone a good meal, when he said that, Zhuang Song subconsciously raised his wine glass towards the street, because it was a bit miserable to be standing downstairs alone on New Year's Eve, but the words were obviously not just for that person.

"Everyone has to eat well." Zhuang Song replied.

"That's right." Xiaohan paused, "Hey, I'll go? What's going on with Gu Yi? Severe cold?"

Although Xiaohan's thinking has always been very jumpy, Zhuang Song was quite surprised to be able to jump from barbecue to Gu Yan suddenly. He even had the illusion that Xiaohan was with them spiritually last night.

Zhuang Song replied in a daze but as if nothing had happened: "Ah? What do you mean? Gu Yi?"

"Oh, I watched his live broadcast." Xiaohan said, "Good guy, he has such a nasal voice, I don't know, I thought he cried all night last night, and he was frantically guessing in the live broadcast room, what did Gu Yi do last night?" Well, go and come back like this.”

It is impossible to cry all night, and the effect is the same if you freeze for half a night and then your nose is completely blocked.

Xiaohan’s pleasure is to watch the live broadcast of the platform’s big anchor and collect gossip. He did the same with Wuhei before.

So Zhuang Song didn't mind too much, and responded, "Who knows, you didn't wear a coat when you went out."

"The barrage is already guessing that he went to a private meeting with his sweetheart to be rejected." Xiaohan laughed while broadcasting in real time, "No, someone else will reject him?"

Zhuang Song didn't know how to answer these words, but fortunately Xiaohan changed the content himself.

"There are still people asking for presents to ask the host not to speak with a wind-cold voice, but to raise your voice first." Xiaohan clicked his tongue, "Whenever I can come to some fans who ask for gifts to shut me up."

Zhuang Songxin said that he really wanted to do this now.

But playing games has an advantage, once the game starts, any small talk will be interrupted with good reason.

Zhuang Song marked the first bush on the road, "I'll do the vision."

Immediately successfully diverted Xiaohan's attention, "Hey, I'll call the top laner to help me make an offensive eye for Lan."

-

The next day, because 9.9's favorite tuna-flavored cat strips were sold out, and he refused to eat the newly bought mixed flavor, Zhuang Song had to go downstairs to Hu Qing's to beg for food.

Knocking on the door, I heard Hu Qing on the phone. It seemed to be a video, looking at the screen.

"The shelf life is until November 11th this year. That's right, auntie, this year! It's still close to a year away, so you can rest assured!"

Then Hu Qing turned around and saw Zhuang Song.

"Who are you calling?" Zhuang Song asked curiously, "A relative?"

He thought it was a lover at first, because Hu Qing looked at the screen with a very serious expression, but since he was called Auntie, he was definitely not a lover.

"No." Hu Qing said, "It's volunteer service to help the visually impaired."

Zhuang Song didn't understand, Hu Qing explained to him.

"This is an app. After registration, your mobile phone number will be automatically bound." Hu Qing showed him the interface, "Then the visually impaired will also be bound to this app, if they usually need help, such as wanting to see some tags, If you don’t know where you are looking for something, if you want to go somewhere and it’s hard to ask the people around you, they will call in, and the platform will randomly push it to volunteers for help.”

As soon as the voice finished speaking, it showed that there was a call coming in. Hu Qing clicked it immediately, but it turned out that there was no answer.

Under Zhuang Song's puzzled eyes, he explained, "A call will be pushed to many volunteers at the same time, so as to ensure that it will be in time. It means that all of us are their eyes."

Zhuang Song nodded: "Where is this software?"

"Oh? You want to join too?" Hu Qing looked at him in surprise but expected, "Aren't you afraid of society, aren't you afraid of video chatting with strangers?"

I'm really a little scared, mainly because I'm afraid I won't be able to help.

But it's okay.This kind of thing should be done.

So Zhuang Song said, "Don't be afraid, good people do good things."

The APP registration and installation went smoothly, and within a few minutes, the bell rang for the first time.

Zhuang Song was very nervous and hesitated for two seconds before answering.

And then - didn't get it.

Zhuang Song: "..."

After being unable to get the phone call ten times in a row, Zhuang Song completely overcame his psychological barrier, and his mentality changed from social fear to "I must succeed in hitting the gopher this time".

While Hu Qing was on the sidelines, he finally got a phone call.

On the opposite side is a silver-haired aunt wearing round sunglasses and her hair sticking up meticulously.

She smiled and asked, "Hello, can you help me find out what the temperature of the air conditioner is at the moment?"

Zhuang Song was a little nervous and asked the other party to turn the camera of the phone to the air conditioner, and then said, "Auntie, it's 28 degrees."

"Okay!" Auntie nodded to Zhuang Song on the screen, "Thank you, young man!"

With the first time, the rest is easy.In the next few days, Zhuang Song went to grab the phone when he was free, and successfully developed all the masters at the freight station into volunteers.

Zhuang Song intends to complete one process of the project before the Spring Festival, so he stepped up the progress, and often worked at the freight station until eleven or twelve o'clock in the last week.

That night, when he finished his task, he just raised his head from the computer screen when the cell phone next to him rang.

The ringtone of the volunteer app is different from other calls, so Zhuang Song knew that someone needed help, so he clicked to answer it immediately.

The video call was connected, and it was a tidy and dim small house, the light was dim and dim yellow, the other party was a very old man, sitting on a single bed, in front of him was a pile of medicines, shadows of people and objects It's all reflected on the wall, like an old clip art.

"Hello, I'm sorry to trouble you! Can you help me find out what kind of medicine these are?" the old man asked.It appears that labels of different shapes are to be affixed to classify the drugs.

The other party spoke with a Jiangzhou accent, which made Zhuang Song even more cordial.

"No problem." Zhuang Song said, "You pick it up and I'll read it to you."

"This is Licorice Tablets, Jianwei Xiaoshi Tablets." Zhuang Song read one by one, and he said at the fifth box, "This is Suxiao Jiuxin Pill."

"Okay." The old man smiled, fumbled to get a sticker with a very different shape and pasted it, "It can save lives at this critical time, I have to put it..."

Having said that, he suddenly stopped and frowned slightly.

Zhuang Song didn't feel very good when he saw the name Suxiao Jiuxin Wan. When the old man frowned, his heart skipped a beat.

"What's wrong with you?" Zhuang Song asked loudly immediately, "Are you uncomfortable?"

"Yes." The old man nodded, "A little...chest tightness."

"The medicine is on your left!" The old man's sudden chest tightness couldn't be a trivial matter. Zhuang Song became anxious, but he still tried to speak clearly and evenly, "Do you have an address? I'll call 120 for you!"

The old man touched the box of Suxiao Jiuxin Pills with trembling hands, and at the same time, he slid a small plastic-enclosed card on the table with his thumb weakly.

The card flew over, and Zhuang Song clearly saw that it was a prepared address card.

"I see!" Zhuang Song memorized the address at a glance, and rushed to the landline at the freight station with his mobile phone.

He said every word very loudly, because the old man would feel at ease when he heard him and knew that he was still helping, "Take your medicine first, and I'll make a call!"

He quickly dialed 120, because it was a call for help in a different place, and the transfer was delayed for a while, but the call for help was quickly completed. Zhuang Song was so anxious that his voice trembled a little, and he repeatedly emphasized to the other party: "That is an old man who lives alone. , or blind, please hurry up!"

After dialing 120 and coming back, the old man had already put his mobile phone on the table to save effort, and he could only see the dizzy lights under the ceiling. The old man was uncomfortable and could not speak, and could only hear his heavy breathing and movements. This made him even more anxious.

"Have you taken Suxiao Jiuxin Pill?" Zhuang Song asked.

"Yeah." The other party replied in a low voice.

The more this happened, the louder Zhuang Song's voice became, and he almost shouted, "Grandpa, don't be nervous! Relax! Lie down! I'm here! I've already called 120, and I'll wait until the ambulance—"

The voice fell, and a black shadow fell towards the screen of the phone.

The old man's hand knocked over the water bottle.

The video screen was overturned countless times because the phone was knocked off the table. Before Zhuang Song could react, there was a "click", and the call was cut off.

-

Facing the sudden black screen, Zhuang Song was going crazy with worry.

He originally wanted to accompany the old man until the ambulance came, but now the phone was cut off and the platform had privacy protection, so he couldn't call back.He hurriedly called the customer service of the platform again, but it was too late and no one answered.

Sudden hanging up of the phone, the old man with a bad heart, although he had done everything he could, Zhuang Song was still as anxious as if he was being roasted on the fire.

Will the ambulance leave on time?It should be possible, but it is a widowed, blind old man who has a sudden illness. Even if the rescue comes in time, can the old man survive until then?

Zhuang Song immediately called the police again, and the other party said that he would go there immediately. Zhuang Song begged the other party to give feedback if the old man was fine, and said that he would reply immediately after confirming the old man's condition.

Zhuang Song put down the phone, but picked it up again after less than five seconds.

He was so worried.

Although the old man no longer needs any substantive help, he called 120 and called the police. The old man also said that he had taken Suxiao Xinxin Pills, and he had done everything he could do, but the phone was knocked down by the water bottle and hung up. It's just too disturbing.

Originally, he would think too much about others, but now he can only tell himself to be calm and calm.

But he couldn't reassure himself that it would be fine, because the way the phone hung up at the end was really not good.

Zhuang Song is very clear that he has no action to take. If he is full, he can just wait, but waiting is the most painful thing, especially waiting without knowing the result.

His heartbeat was extremely fast, and repeated deep breathing could not relieve it, and he was so worried that he couldn't sit still.

He had to find something to do, but now it was his own psychological pressure, so he didn't want to bother others, so he opened the search engine and checked "how long does it take for the ambulance to arrive", "how long does it take for Suxiao Jiuxin Pills to take effect", "does Suxiao Jiuxin Pills work for sure?" ?”.

But the search results have everything to say, and it doesn't have a soothing effect at all.

When Zhuang Song came back to his senses, he found himself nestled on the only recliner in the laboratory, as if he felt more secure this way.

The WeChat dialog box was open, and in the glowing light, the nickname at the top of the chat box was "Gu Yan".

No message has been sent yet, so the chat history still stays at the "Happy New Year" sent by Gu Yi on January 1st.

But a bunch of words have already been typed in the dialog box, and he is editing, editing tonight's emergencies.

He realized that he was looking for Gu Yan reflexively.

In the past seven years, no matter how poorly he dealt with his emotions, he was accused of cheating in a math competition, Daju ran up a tree and refused to come down, and forgot to bring an umbrella on a rainy day... All kinds of emergencies that needed help, Gu Di never They all appeared at the first time he asked for help.

Always dependable, always responsive.

Although they didn't say it explicitly, both of them understood.

So at this moment of desperation, Zhuang Song didn't think of the scorching sun, nor did he think of anyone else.

He clicked on Gu Yan's WeChat, which was a deep-rooted habit in the past seven years.

-

After reacting to this incident, Zhuang Song couldn't send out the news.

If he wanted to help the old man, he would not have any obstacles, but in fact he had already done everything for the old man.What is needed now is nothing more than waiting. The ambulance will take the old man to the hospital, or if the delivery fails, the police will give him feedback when the matter has a result.

He sent a message to Gu Yan just to confide, just to relieve his anxiety.

It is inappropriate to disturb late at night for such a reason, and it will be over if I carry it on my own.

But just when Zhuang Song gritted his teeth, deleted the typed words and was about to quit, a message popped up in the dialog box without warning.

It seems to be a tacit understanding, and it seems that someone saw him in such a late night for various reasons just now. After waiting for a while but no news, because of worry, he finally made up his mind to disturb.

- Gu Yan: What's wrong?