After returning from the emergency room, Du Lan originally wanted to stay in the house and take care of Dong Qiangqiang, but Dong Qiangqiang knew that the burden of running with the police the next day would fall on Du Lan's shoulders. A sick patient had already been delayed. Legs, if both of them are sick, then the hope of finding Lao Bai will be even slimmer.
He stared at her as she took a handful of immunity-boosting health supplements, and then sent her back into the house.
Dong Qiangqiang, who had taken antipyretic medicine, lay on the bed and stared at the old ceiling above his head with wide eyes. Perhaps because of the medicine, the furnishings in the room had become as distorted and deformed as Dali's paintings. His eyelids were sleepy. He was fighting but still couldn't fall asleep completely. When he was half asleep and half awake, his mind flashed back the recent events like a movie. When he finally fell into a deep sleep, all kinds of bloody dramas began to take turns in his dream.
When he woke up in the morning, his body temperature had dropped, but his limbs had become limp and weak. He guessed it was the effect of the medicine. The old saying was true: a disease comes like a mountain and falls like a mountain, and a disease goes away like a thread.
Du Lan had already gone out and put the note and the breakfast he bought on the table. Dong Qiangqiang picked up a piece of golden waffle and put it into his mouth, but it was tasteless. It would be nice if there were stinky tofu or hot sauce or something. Dong Qiangqiang sighed and threw the waffles back on the plate and moved to the window.
It was cloudy outside. Although it didn't snow, the weather seemed to be getting worse than yesterday. The flags fluttering in the wind on the river bank outside the window seemed like a tug-of-war rope between the wind and the flagpole. From the state of the flags, Dong Qiangqiang estimated that the wind force might not be lower than level 5. This In such bad weather, it was difficult to walk on flat ground, let alone find someone. He couldn't help but sweat for Du Lan and the police.
He worriedly called Du Lan to inquire about the progress of the search, but Du Lan didn't answer because he was busy or because it was windy. Dong Qiangqiang sat in the room in a daze, bored. After a while, his head started to feel heavy again. He was thinking about taking some more medicine when a bell rang and Du Lan's call back arrived.
As soon as the call was connected, the whistling sound of the wind came out of the receiver, as if a blower was working hard on the other side of the receiver. Dong Qiangqiang guessed that it might be because Du Lan was standing at a high place, and he immediately started shouting. Said: "Be careful where you step!"
"I've come down from the cliff." Du Lan's voice sounded hoarse and frustrated. "The helicopter can't fly today. The police said the wind is too high and it's unsafe."
"Did the (patrol) boat find anything?" Dong Qiangqiang asked impatiently.
"The patrol boat circled around a few times and then left like yesterday. It was said that a nearby ferry was in danger and needed to be rescued. In addition, the number of police officers was also reduced, and only one more police dog was added." Du Lan answered truthfully.
"So you still haven't found anything, right?" Although this result was already expected by Dong Qiangqiang, he still felt shocked when he heard Du Lan say it. He felt a splitting headache and climbed back into bed sadly. .
As a personal participant, Du Lan was more depressed than Dong Qiangqiang, but she continued: "Today's island is not only much larger than yesterday's island, but also has thick snow and many cliffs. Many places cannot be walked by people, nor can dogs." . The police said they can only see clearly when the weather is good and they can send a helicopter to fly over.”
"When is the weather good?" Dong Qiangqiang's heart was filled with the bitterness of failure. He looked out the window with a wry smile, not knowing whether he was complaining or sighing, "Looking at the weather, I'm afraid it won't get better for a while..."
"I checked the weather forecast yesterday, and the weather was like this before New Year's Day." Du Lan hesitated for two seconds, "It is said that the snow will be heavier the day after tomorrow."
Dong Qiangqiang understood the meaning behind her words: No matter whether Lao Bai was injured or not, if he was alone in the wild and without help, the weather alone could sentence him to death.
"Be safe and come back soon." Dong Qiangqiang hung up the phone angrily.
A strange country, bad weather, complex terrain, and an ailing body, the right time and place are just as good for Dong Qiangqiang. He clearly realizes that this is the end of the road as people often say in movies. At this time, he should have encouraged and given Du Lan cheered up, but deep down in his heart, he actually believed that there was no way he could save himself. Any comfort at this moment is like the emperor's new clothes, it is nothing more than self-deception.
He had tried his best, and he would still end up like this no matter how unwilling he was.
The rapid ringing of his cell phone brought him back from his wild thoughts. He thought Du Lan had discovered something new and hurriedly picked up the phone, only to see that the incoming call displayed on the screen was "Beijing Home".
"Mom! Dad!"
"Qiang Qiang, why did it take so long to answer the phone? Are you outside?" Mother Dong's unhurried and kind voice came from the phone, "I saw on the news that it's snowing heavily in Germany. Is it cold over there? ? Do you have enough clothes? Do you want your dad to mail you some more cotton-padded clothes? Your military coat..."
"Mom, I'm fine." Dong Qiangqiang felt a ball of fire burning his throat. He grabbed the water glass and drank while replying, "There are enough clothes, no need to send any more."
"So how have you been studying lately? Is it going well?" Mother Dong's concern remained unchanged over the years. Although Dong Qiangqiang had a fever, he could still hear Father Dong whispering on the other end of the phone.
"The exams went very smoothly. Graduation will be no problem." Dong Qiangqiang knew that his parents wanted reassurance, so he immediately offered it with both hands. After speaking, he couldn't help but cough his throat, "You and Dad can be absolutely assured that the preparatory course is not difficult. It’s as big as I imagined.”
"Are you coughing? Did you catch a cold?" Dong's mother was highly vigilant about her son's words and deeds. "Have you taken any medicine? I brought you a lot of cold medicine when you went abroad and put them in that blue bag. …”
"I didn't catch a cold, I just choked on the water I drank just now..." Dong Qiangqiang was afraid that Dong's mother would talk endlessly, so he quickly replied in a concise way, "I have no problem studying and working, and I haven't met a suitable girl. You have nothing else. Is there a problem?"
"This brat..." Mrs. Dong pretended to complain, "Why are you so anxious to hang up the phone now without even saying a few words? Let me ask you, when is your final exam this semester?"
"Mid-January, maybe. The first semester will be over at the end of January."
"Then what are your plans after the exam?" Mother Dong asked tentatively, "When will the next semester start?"
"The preparatory course has not yet announced the start date for the next semester, but according to previous years' practice, it should be between the end of February and the beginning of March."
There was another burst of whispers on the other end of the phone.
"I asked a few of my friends, and they all said it's cheaper if you buy a round-trip ticket from Germany." Dong's mother was very happy.
"Round-trip air ticket?" Dong Qiangqiang was stunned, "You mean I go back to China?"
"Yes, next year's Spring Festival is in February. You will come back just in time to celebrate the Spring Festival. Once the Spring Festival holiday is over, you will go back to class without any delay." Dong's mother helped Dong Qiangqiang make a clear plan.
"Mom, I haven't thought about it that far yet. Let's wait until then." Dong Qiangqiang never thought about returning to China to visit relatives so soon, but he also knew that discussing this matter with his parents on the phone could easily be time-consuming and energy-consuming. As a result, his mind is very confused now and he doesn't really want to think about it. He can only say casually, "Let's wait until I get the schedule for the start of next semester."
"Qiang Qiang, your father and I are looking forward to your coming back for the holidays. The child of your father's colleague Lao Li went to England and studied for a total of one year. He has come back twice. You have been away for more than half a year, and you have come back once. Excessive. In addition, I have a classmate whose child is studying in France, and it just so happens that he returns to Beijing for the Spring Festival. I thought that France and Germany are close together, and you can usually move around more. She is a girl and single. I saw the photos. , which is a good match for you, and besides..."
Dong Qiangqiang held up the phone and listened as Dong's mother went straight to the topic of blind dates, and quickly stopped him: "Mom, what's that? I'm going to work soon. Ask dad if there is anything else you want to say."
"Your dad asked you to study hard and call home if you have anything to do. Don't be too withdrawn at ordinary times. Rely on your parents at home and friends when you go out. Make more friends. You must be able to suffer losses and don't care too much... Hey, you said it yourself, it's so verbose... " Dong's mother finally became angry at the parrot's imitation, threw the phone to Dong's father, and left mumbling.
But Father Dong ended the conversation in a hurry without saying anything new.
Dong Qiangqiang was considering whether to call Du Lan again to inquire about the progress, when another call came in.
"Hey! Brother!" Although the background sound on the phone was very noisy, the excitement in Duanmu's tone came through clearly, "I have good news for you."
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