, his eyes were red, and he suddenly grabbed Shi Xiaoran's hair and slapped him. Shi Xiaoran was beaten to the ground, and the corner of her mouth was broken, but she was too scared to cry, so she covered her face and crawled towards the corner of the wall.
Zhao Xintao quickly pulled the man away and held Wu Fengrong in his arms: "Rongrong, calm down, calm down, you want to hit me."
Wu Fengrong was full of grief and anger, his eyes were lost, the world was spinning like a mirror image in a kaleidoscope, and there were snow lights everywhere, so bright that he was afraid. His knees were weak and he fell into an embrace. Zhao Xintao's confused language in his ears sounded unreal. He wanted to respond, but his lips trembled.
There was a rumbling sound from far and near from under the hood.
Zhou Chi happily ran and shouted, "Foreign aid is here. Helicopter! Brother Rong, the helicopter is here!"
Outside the window, two helicopters had already flown directly overhead. Because the explosion just touched the circuit equipment on the roof of the train, the driver decisively took emergency braking measures, the speed of the train continued to slow down, and finally stopped.
With tears still hanging on Wu Fengrong's face, he motioned the marshals to press Shi Xiaoran over. They opened the car door and greeted the SWAT police who got off the plane against the snow. After Wu Fengrong briefly explained what happened, Shi Xiaoran and He Youan were guarded by four special police officers, waiting for other foreign aid who drove behind. Another helicopter went back to search for Huang Ye and Zhou Yanling.
Clouds pressed down on the sun, and dashed towards the north in an aggressive manner, as if dozens of snow trains were ramming, trying to fight to the death. The three lights did not shine inside the raspberry, only to hear the violent snowstorm, the flying sand and the rocks, the sound was more urgent than the sound, and the tree branches on the cliff hung up a string of silver-white snow flakes, like a trick, chanting loudly, the tune is crazy and yet again It is miserable, miserable to the extreme, and absurdly vicious. It is probably only a person who has lost his heart and lost his mind to sing this kind of song.
A dog barked in the distance. Two red lights approached from the depths of the snow. It was a car carrying police dogs. The train was quickly surrounded by special police. Wu Fengrong stood on the spot, only to feel a cold forehead, the helicopter's propeller rolled up a cloud of remnants above his head.
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They finally arrived at Baihe Station at 9:30 that evening, nearly eight hours later than expected.
An empty car was sent from Baihe to pick up people, and finally only 190 of the 300 or so people arrived successfully. After Wu Fengrong completed the handover and arranged the return journey, the sky was already sinking like a crow's feather. He was too tired to move, but he had to go to the Public Security Bureau to cooperate with the investigation and questioning. Zhao Xintao brought him two meat buns. He sat in a daze while waiting for the train at the entrance of the train station. Before he could chew the buns, his nose suddenly became sour, and his eyes were almost red.
Zhao Xintao went to the side to pick up a phone call. When he came back, his steps became lighter and he said, "Good news, both of them were rescued. They didn't fall, but fell on the slope. The snow was thick and protected the spine, so they didn't die. The problem is, but the frostbite is relatively severe, and there are many fractures. Now the situation is initially stable, and the hospital said that the heartbeat has returned. "
The bun was stuck in Wu Fengrong's throat, and he hummed softly.
The helicopter found Zhou Yanling and Huang Ye less than five kilometers from the train stop, packed them and flew directly to the hospital for rescue. One was the terrorist who blew up the train, and the other was a B-level wanted criminal of the Ministry of Public Security. When they were found, the two had fallen into a deep coma in a snow pit. Fortunately, the helicopter is fast, otherwise, it is difficult to say whether it can be rescued or not.
The next thing waiting for Wu Fengrong and Zhou Yanling will be long and arduous inquiries. Zhou Yanling may have to stay in the special nursing ward for a long time. Except for the police, idlers can't visit at will, which means that the two don't know when they will meet again.
But as long as people live, they will keep getting closer to those they love.
As long as you wait patiently, you will always meet your loved one.
-Finish-
Extra Story · Back to the Beginning
Spring, Tongzhou North Railway Station.
"You are welcome to guide our work, Feng Rong."
"You're welcome. I'm a newcomer now. Please give me more advice. I'm very happy to join our big family."
This is Wu Fengrong's first day at Tongzhou North High-speed Railway Station as Deputy Director of the Planning and Dispatching Department. The transfer document was officially issued last week, and it was also the result of his repeated visits to the bureau.
This winter, the three cities in Beicheng experienced a mighty situation. In the Baihe train bombing, 37 people were killed, 114 people were injured, and tens of millions of property losses were involved. One suspect was arrested and has been prosecuted by the procuratorate. After all, the ripples caused by the case are still too large, not only shaking the province, but also attracting national attention. The news of the "heroic train conductor" Wu Fengrong's resignation filled newspaper pages as early as two months ago, and now it is slowly fading from the public eye.
Occasionally, there are still calls to Wu Fengrong's mobile phone, wanting to do an exclusive interview with him and ask him about the train explosion. There has been no such big news as a train explosion for many years. Wu Fengrong knows what they want to dig. If it had been a few years earlier, he might have had the heart to play with reporters, but now he doesn't want to play, and he is not obliged to satisfy his desire to spy.
On the afternoon of the first day of the transfer, he took a leave of absence and went straight to the airport.
Arrived in Nancheng at 6:30 in the evening, just landed and turned on the phone, there was a missed call and a text message, all from Zhao Xintao.
—Rongrong, Shi Xiaoran's trial date has been decided. On the third day of next month, the procuratorate invites you to attend and testify.
Wu Fengrong hired a taxi and told the driver in dialect, "Go to Industrial Avenue, the editorial office of Nancheng Newspaper."
The driver teased his impure accent, and Wu Fengrong smiled. Everything in the South is very unfamiliar, and even the language of his hometown has gradually been stripped from him. He opened the car window and let the damp wind blow on his face. The sun in the south seemed to be lighter in color than in the north, and the sky was so blue that it was so refreshing, so everything was pale in color.
He listened to the news on the radio while answering his texts—
"Recently, Tongzhou Public Security Bureau was approved to arrest He Da, chairman of Tongda Construction Group Co., Ltd. Since 2007, the construction projects in charge of Tongda Construction Group have suffered many accidents, resulting in casualties among workers, of which six workers were killed by Suspected to be under human influence. Tongda Group defrauded more than 7 million in work-related accident insurance from it, becoming the largest insurance fraud case this year. At present, the case is still under further investigation…”
The yard of the Nancheng Newspaper Office is still the same as before, except that the stainless steel automatic retractable door no longer sings. It is closed all day long, and only one side door is opened. Wu Fengrong didn't take the right path, he found the path behind the cafeteria and went straight to the dormitory building.
In front of Building 3 stood a proud man, carrying an old-fashioned briefcase, carrying red wine, and waiting for someone while lighting a cigarette.
Wu Fengrong pretended he didn't see it, and walked around him to go inside, but the man blocked him at the entrance of the corridor. Wu Fengrong couldn't get rid of it, couldn't help but bend the corners of his mouth, and finally threw himself into the man's arms: "Cha Gang?"
Zhou Yanling approached and kissed the corner of his mouth, and they exchanged a kiss. Wu Fengrong didn't smoke on the plane for more than three hours, and at this moment, Zhou Yanling's mouth was scoured clean. After the kiss, he still took the cigarette from his lover's hand and stuffed it in his mouth, took a sharp breath, and exhaled the smoke ring comfortably.
"Isn't it a business trip?" Zhou Yanling managed to get a handle on him, full of air: "Have you come to the house for official business?"
Wu Fengrong's eyes were fierce, and he patted his face and turned his butt to go up the stairs: "Enough is enough, I'm saving face for you. We all know that my relationship with my family has long since been cut off, so what kind of relatives are you trying to find out of thin air? If you don’t say business, you can only say that you will meet your old lover. I’m shameless anyway, so you’re not being laughed at by yelling out?”
Zhou Yanling didn't take him seriously: "Yes, yes, I was someone Zhou who was careful. Your lord has a lot."
Wu Fengrong let out a light hum from his nose. In fact, he was very happy. Zhou Yanling wanted to see his parents, but he had to betray the fact. He didn't say that Wu Fengrong knew what he had in mind.
The corridor was dark and cold, and the small wind blew the back of the neck cold. The walls were mottled and moldy, and in the wet season, a ferocious green light was reflected. The sun shines in gray, and the oppressive and dull light and shadow make Zhou Yanling nervous. He followed Wu Fengrong, Wu Fengrong's white sweater outlined a thin waist, and his jeans were hung on his crotch, pulling his legs straight and slender. How young is this conductor in the end, in a 30-year-old box building, he looks like a pretty scholar who accidentally entered the demon's nest.
An old lady answered the door.
Wu Fengrong showed a polite smile: "Mom."
The old lady stood under the doorway, wearing a yellow pleated dress, a grey and white vest, a silk scarf around her neck to keep out the wind, and one hand in the vest. The black-rimmed reading glasses on her face framed the two small eyes, and the pupils were as dark and deep as two caves, revealing a cautious and timid look from the inside. When she saw Wu Fengrong, one foot stepped on the door frame and fell back, the door frame above her head seemed to be pressed down and crushed her directly.
"Mom, I'm Rongrong." Wu Fengrong said softly again.
Mrs. Wu nodded with an embarrassed smile: "Oh, I'm back. Come in, come in."
Zhou Yanling called Auntie hello and followed Wu Fengrong in. The interior is very bright. Although it is an old house, it is all modernly furnished, with solid wood floors, a pair of blue gauze curtains on each side of the casement windows, white ivory wood furniture, and a wide-mouth glass vase next to the sofa. Jack quills and colorful silver willows. This made Zhou Yanling unable to understand. he thought, silver