His profile was sharp and clear, his eyelashes were slightly drooping, and he looked in a good mood.
Inexplicably, even though this was what was in the photo, Wen Yifan still had a warm feeling on his face. It was as if through the screen back to the moment when the photo was taken, the moment Sang Yan stared at.
After Wen Yifan touched his ear, he turned off the screen uncomfortably.
Sang Yan's behavior was blatant, without any cover up. You can also feel the strong presence of light through the photos.
Seeing it again at this time, Wen Yifan didn't know why he was completely unaware of his gaze.
Soon, Wen Yifan thought of asking Sang Yan for a photo earlier, and he directly refused to say "no".
She curved her lips.
A few seconds passed.
Wen Yifan re-lit the screen and slowly saved all five photos. She opened the photo album, chose one of them, and cut it out seriously, turning it into a group photo of just the two of them.
…
Qian Weihua drove the car directly to the site of the collapsed tunnel.
This area is a construction site, next to a mountain, and the tunnel has not been fully completed. Although the group of them rushed over from Nanwu as soon as they got the news, many media reporters had already arrived at this time.
All came from all sides.
For fear of collapsing again and causing secondary damage, the scene was cordoned off and separated from a safe distance. The Railway Bureau and the construction unit set up a rescue team and dispatched many rescuers from Nanwu.
Eight workers were trapped in the collapsed tunnel.
Based on the drawings and on-site conditions, the rescue team worked out several rescue plans after meeting and deliberation. They tried to open a few vents first, in order to contact the trapped people.
And then opened up a channel to transport food.
During this period, Qian Weihua communicated with the rescue team many times, but basically all of them were rejected. It was not until the situation stabilized that the rescue team reluctantly agreed and found someone to take them in to take a general picture.
Only Qian Weihua and Wen Yifan entered, and Mu Chengyun was left outside.
The tunnel is deep and long, and the endless place is blocked by the collapsed stone and sand, becoming closed and secluded. The light was gloomy inside, and the ground was full of mud and pebbles, piled up into small slopes, messy and noisy.
Hundreds of rescue workers came and went in uniform. A group of people carrying pipes, or holding various equipment, are busy with their own affairs and have no time to take care of others.
Wen Yifan has also made a lot of reports on the collapse accident, but this is the first time he has encountered such a serious incident.
Just looking at it makes me startled.
For safety reasons, the rescue team did not let the media reporters stay for too long.
They just went in and roughly recorded a picture and came out. Back in the car, Qian Weihua sent the filmed video to the stage, and Wen Yifan turned on the computer and wrote the manuscript with full attention.
Mu Chengyun suddenly said, "Sister Yifan, what's going on behind your ears?"
Wen Yifan was at a loss: "Huh?"
Qian Weihua immediately noticed it and frowned, "Why did you bleed, and when did you get it?"
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After saying this, Wen Yifan took off his make-up mirror and took a look. Noticing the position behind his ear, he was cut with a small incision. He was bleeding at the moment, and it was a little scary to look at.
Wen Yifan lowered his head, took out a tissue from his bag, and said calmly, "Maybe when I went in, I was scratched by a gravel."
Mu Chengyun murmured, "Doesn't it hurt?"
Wen Yifan smiled: "Fortunately, it hurts a bit when you say it."
There are always accidents in this line of work, plus Hui Sangyan was injured because she was protecting her, and after that, Wen Yifan would keep things like iodine and band-aids in his bag for emergency treatment of wounds.
Wen Yifan used a tissue to stop the bleeding, took care of it briefly, and then put a large Band-Aid on.
The entire rescue process lasted four days and three nights.
All eight workers were rescued, but one of them was hit in the head by a falling rock and was seriously injured. Although the rescue team has been encouraging and comforting, but also because of the injured person's condition, the mental condition of the other seven people is not good.
Once rescued, he was immediately taken to the hospital.
Afraid of missing something, Wen Yifan and his party basically did not leave the scene during this period. Most of them take turns to rest in the car, or go back to the hotel to simply wash up and come back.
After returning from the hospital, he sent the video and press release back to the stage, and Qian Weihua told them to go back to the hotel to rest first.
After all, I have to run around and find experts and the injured and other relevant personnel for interviews.
is a long time.
The hotel was booked by Mu Chengyun. It was near the accident scene. The location was a bit remote and the environment was not good. I only booked two rooms for a total of five days, and I plan to change it later when I do a follow-up interview.
Wen Yifan had a girl in a room and two men in a room.
Took half an hour to take a shower.
After coming out, Wen Yifan applied medicine to the wound again, and then lay down on the bed.
He hadn't touched the bed for the past few days, and Wen Yifan still had an unreal feeling at this moment. She was so sleepy that her eyelids were sore, but she opened her phone and looked at the unread messages.
Because there was not much time, Wen Yifan took the time to reply to the latest news.
She responded perfunctorily, basically because the other party asked something, she simply replied a few words.
Wen Yifan opened the chat window with Sang Yan.
In the past, the interface usually accounted for her, but now it has become Sang Yan. The countdown he followed before, after a period of time, gradually changed from a voice bar to a simple number.
Looks extremely impatient.
But since Wen Yifan came to Beiyu on a business trip, the numbers have changed back to voice bars. And after finding that she responded extremely slowly and perfunctorily, after the countdown was over, he would add: "I received it."
Today's voice, there is one more sentence at the back.
"Come back and get me an apple."
Wen Yifan glanced at the date and realized that it was Christmas Eve today. There are only single digits left until Sang Yan's birthday. She sighed, feeling that she might not be able to keep up.
Originally, without this business trip, Wen Yifan would have just had a New Year's holiday this year. And this year Nanwu didn't hold a fireworks show, so she probably didn't have to work overtime.
Then.
It should be possible to New Year's Eve with Sang Yan.
Wen Yifan sighed and replied: [I'm at the hotel, ready to sleep.]
Wen Yifan: [Happy Christmas Eve.]
After thinking for a while, she sent another little apple emoji, and continued: [I'll show you with my eyes first, then go back and make it up for you with real objects.]
Wen Yifan was so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes, and after replying to this sentence, he turned off the screen. But Sang Yan returned quickly, and the next moment the phone vibrated. She opened her eyes in confusion and opened them again.
There are four voice bars, and one goes down after one is played.
Sang Yan: "Okay."
Sang Yan: "Go to sleep, remember to lock the door."
Sang Yan: "Don't sleepwalk around."
The last one.
"I really want to sleepwalk around the room by myself." His tone was domineering, procrastination, still arrogant and indebted, "The victim can only be me, you know?"
For the next few days, Wen Yifan ran around the small city as usual. The follow-up interview was smoother than she had imagined. Except for the bad attitude of some interviewees, there were basically no major problems.
Sang Yan also seemed to be very busy, and started to work crazy overtime in the last few days of the end of the year.
Sometimes when Wen Yifan replied to his messages at three or four in the morning, he was still in the company and didn't go home.
Unconsciously, Wen Yifan ushered in a new year in this city.
Despite working overtime day and night, Wen Yifan still failed to rush back before Sang Yan's birthday. Originally, she expected to go back on the 2nd, but there was one last interview that afternoon.
During this period of time, the three of them did not have enough rest. Qian Weihua did not plan to return the same day, for fear of what would happen when driving fatigued at night. In addition, it just happened to hit the holiday, and the high-speed rail tickets were already sold out.
Wen Yifan was no different.
Early in the morning.
Wen Yifan pinpointed the time and sent a message to Sang Yan: [Happy birthday ^_^]
Wen Yifan: [I ordered a cake for you, and it should be delivered to your home at noon.]
Wen Yifan: [If you want a gift, I'll give it to you when I go back.]
Sang Yan: [It's quite sincere.]
Sang Yan: [It's not worth it for me to report the number of seventy days.]
Wen Yifan blinked: [But I shouldn't be able to go back today, I'll be back tomorrow.]
Sang Yan: [Oh.]
next moment.
Sang Yan sent a voice over, in a lazy tone that seemed a little sleepy.
"Then consider my birthday this year to be tomorrow."
After a while.
Another one.
"One day left."
…
The next afternoon, Wen Yifan and Mu Chengyun went to the hospital. Qian Weihua went to the accident scene alone to make the final report. The three are divided into two batches and work together.
Wen Yifan interviewed survivors of serious injuries.
He just regained consciousness yesterday, Wen Yifan finished communicating with his family, and made an appointment this afternoon. After completing the interview, go back and finish writing the manuscript, and the final work of this business trip is completed.
After leaving the ward, Mu Chengyun glanced at the time: "Sister Yifan, shall we go back to the hotel now?"
Wen Yifan nodded and was about to speak when a male voice suddenly sounded not far away. Muddy and hoarse. Her expression paused for a while, and she took advantage of the situation to look over, and saw a man sitting in the front row of the chair in the next department.
Looking at the age of 30 or 40, his complexion was very dark, and he was wearing old clothes, which made him look dirty. The forehead lines are very thick, and when he smiles, his face is full of folds, which is extraordinarily wretched.
At this time, the man was talking on the phone, his voice was loud, and there was a hint of flattery in his voice. Didn't look this way at all.
Wen Yifan retracted his gaze and said without changing his face, "Well, go back and write the manuscript."
Back at the hotel, Wen Yifan turned on the computer and quickly wrote the manuscript and sent it to the editor. After reviewing the manuscript, she glanced at the time, and it was only early four o'clock. She froze for a while, feeling a little stuffy in the room.
Wen Yifan didn't want to stay in the room, thinking that he had come to this city, so he simply went out for a walk.
She took the room card and went out.
After only staying in the hotel for a short time, the sky outside was gloomy, and large tracts of dark clouds were crowded into a ball. Adding a layer of cool color filter to the city is extraordinarily depressing.
To Wen Yifan, the city was not familiar at all.
She has only been here for two years, and most of the time is spent at school and at her aunt's house, with no other entertainment at all. She has absolutely no idea what to do in the city, only a few fixed locations.
The hotel she currently lives in is in downtown North Elm, close to her high school.
Wen Yifan wandered around aimlessly, and unknowingly walked to the familiar noodle restaurant. She stopped in her footsteps and looked at the storefront that had hardly changed from a few years ago, her expression a little dazed.
Waiting for Wen Yifan to come back to his senses again.
She has entered the store.
The light in the store is dazzlingly white, and the decoration inside has not changed much, but some things have been changed. The tables and chairs are still arranged in the original pattern, divided into two neat rows side by side.
Even the boss in front of the cash register was the same person from before.
But he was noticeably older, slightly hunched, and even his hair was beginning to turn gray.
Wen Yifan felt as if he had entered another world.
She paused for a few seconds, then raised her feet and sat down to where she used to sit every time she came with Sang Yan. She lowered her eyes and stared quietly at the menu that was posted on the table.
It didn't take long for the boss to discover her existence and asked, "What would you like to eat."
Wen Yifan raised his head: "A bowl of wonton noodles."
As soon as the voice fell, the boss recognized her. He looked surprised, got up and walked closer to her, with a very kind smile: "Little classmate, is that you? You haven't been here for a long time."
Wen Yifan nodded: "Well, I didn't live in this city after the college entrance examination."
"That's it." Seeing her coming alone, the boss's lips moved, as if he wanted to ask something, but he still didn't say anything, "Then wait, I'll do it right away."
"Yeah." Wen Yifan nodded, "No hurry."
The boss entered the kitchen.
Wen Yifan was the only one left in the store. she
I glanced at my phone and saw nothing on WeChat.
At this time, there was a sudden screeching sound outside. The squeezing clouds finally couldn't bear the weight, and the bean-sized raindrops fell down, colliding with the concrete floor, making a loud noise.
Make the whole world blurry.
The damp and cold air diffused inward, making people sober, but they couldn't help but lose their minds.
In this familiar environment, in a trance, Wen Yifan had a feeling of returning to his previous appearance. She looked at the empty seat opposite, as if she could see Sang Yan sitting silently opposite her when she was young.
The young man who had been so proud from the first meeting, who seemed to never bow his head and lived recklessly, asked her softly at the last meeting, "I'm not that bad, right?"
Even his own behavior is attributed to the most embarrassing word "entanglement".
Over the years, Wen Yifan seems to have never fought for anything for himself. She always shrinks in her own protective shell, lives by the rules, doesn't argue with others, and doesn't have too much affection for anyone.
Even to Sanyan.
She seems to be putting herself in a safe position.
Do your best to be out of bounds, and try your best to let yourself get out of the way.
Only dare to slowly put the hook at him.
Waiting for him to bite the bait and deliver himself to the door himself.
But at this moment, Wen Yifan suddenly didn't want to put the initiative on Sang Yan's side. She didn't want Sang Yan, from the past to now, she has always been the one who paid.
She didn't want Sang Yeon after saying that.
Now, because of her, he has to lower his head again.
The noodles were delivered just at this time.
The boss showed a familiar smile: "Come on, let me be a little embarrassed. I've been doing this for many years, and it still hasn't changed. It's rare that you can come back to support me."
Wen Yifan replied hello.
The boss was still chattering as he returned to the cashier counter: "Why is it raining so hard all of a sudden, it's so cold..."
Wen Yifan lowered his eyes, staring at the hot face in front of him, his eyes were inexplicably hot when the mist hit him. She blinked hard, summoned up the courage to pick up the phone, and called Sang Yan.
Hearing the beeping on the other end, Wen Yifan's mind went blank.
Not knowing what to say next.
Three beeps.
Picked it up.
It seems that he is sleeping, Sang Yan's voice is a little hoarse, with a little impatience of being woken up: "Speak."
Wen Yifan called him softly, "Sang Yan."
He was silent for a few seconds, and seemed to be more awake: "What's wrong?"
Although the answer seemed to be clear, she was still afraid, still worried about the unknown.
She has a lot of concerns.
Afraid that it is really my own delusion;
I'm afraid that what he likes is just his high school self;
Afraid that after being together, he will suddenly find out that she is not as good as he thought.
But this moment.
Wen Yifan wants to follow
His showdown.
I want to tell him clearly.
I want him to feel that he is not and will always be the one who paid unilaterally.
The teenager who could cross a city many times and take the high-speed train alone for an hour just to see her, the actions he did were not the "entanglement" he imagined.
In fact, she also treasured those times as treasures.
It's just that I never dared to recall it, and I never dared to mention it again.
At this moment, Wen Yifan clearly heard the sound of his own heartbeat: "Does what you said before count?"
Sang Yan: "Huh?"
"You said, if I chase you," Wen Yifan stopped, suppressed the trembling in his voice, and said word by word, "You can think about it."
As soon as those words fell, the avatar went silent. Everything came to a standstill.
Can't even hear breathing.
"I just wanted to tell you about this situation in advance." Wen Yifan was so nervous that she couldn't speak, she didn't know how Sang Yan would reply, so she tried to finish the rest, "Then think about it first. "
After speaking, without waiting for his reply, Wen Yifan hurriedly hung up the phone.
There was silence for a while.
Wen Yifan stared at the phone she put on the table, and there was no movement.
Like this, gave her an answer.
Wen Yifan didn't know how to describe his current mood.
a long time.
Wen Yifan lowered his eyes and ate the noodles warmly. The taste is indeed the same as before, the soup base is very light, and the noodles are not chewy at all, very ordinary.
She was not too hungry, but she still slowly finished all the noodles.
The sky outside was getting dark.
The rain is still heavy, and there is no tendency to stop.
Wen Yifan put down his chopsticks and looked outside, looking calm.
Aware of her gaze, the boss took the initiative to mention: "Little classmate, let me bring you an umbrella. The rain won't stop for a short time. You can come back when you are free. Just return it to me at that time."
Wen Yifan shook his head and smiled, "I want to sit for a while longer."
Shouldn't come again. Wen Yifan thought.
So she wanted to see this place again, hoping to remember it for a longer time.
I hope that when I grow old, I still remember that there was such a precious place. It turned out that in that breathless time, there was still such a place for her to take a break.
Time passed little by little.
Noticing that the rain outside was getting quieter, Wen Yifan slowly regained his senses. She didn't stay any longer, packed her things, and was about to get up to say goodbye to the boss and leave when there was movement at the door.
Wen Yifan looked at the situation and looked stunned.
As far as the field of vision can reach, only the sudden appearance of Sang Yan is left. He was wearing a solid black windbreaker jacket with the collar slightly blocking his chin. Holding a transparent umbrella in his hand, his shoulders were slightly wet.
After entering the door, Sang Yan didn't look anywhere else.
Directly met her gaze.
this moment.
Everything seemed to slow down, to be in an old movie.
The small noodle shop, which has maintained the same appearance for many years, looks rundown and nostalgic. There are unknown Hong Kong dramas in the store, which have a strong sense of age, and the background music is mixed with the sound of rain.
Behind the man, there is still that large raindrop, misty.
He penetrated those who came.
He looked like a traveler who had finally found his place of return.
At this time, the boss said: "handsome guy, what do you want to eat?"
Seemingly still remembering the boss, Sang Yan raised her eyes and smiled. Using the same title as before, he politely said, "Next time, sir. I'm here to pick up someone this time."
The boss raised his head: "It's you."
Sang Yan nodded.
"I just saw this little classmate coming alone, and I thought you two were no longer in touch." After speaking, the boss looked at the two of them, "—That's great."
As if remembering the past, the boss sighed.
"After so many years, you are still together."
Hearing this, Wen Yifan's fingers stiffened.
But Sang Yan didn't explain anything, just nodded: "Let's go first, come back to Beiyu next time, and come back to take care of your business." He looked at Wen Yifan and reached out to her: "Come here."
Wen Yifan stood up and walked in his direction: "Why are you here?"
Sang Yan lowered her eyes and stared at her appearance: "You were on the high-speed train when you called."
Wen Yifan snorted.
Sang Yan opened the umbrella and said casually, "Let's go."
Wen Yifan also entered the umbrella. She was a little embarrassed to stay with him because of the phone call just now, so she took the initiative to ask, "How did you know I was here."
"Come to Beiyu," Sang Yan said, "I'm used to coming here."
"… "
The two left the store and walked down the street.
The city is backward and hasn't changed much over the years. Further ahead, it is the alley that the two have walked through many times. Going in the other direction is the bus stop where Sang Yan waits for the bus every time he comes and goes.
The two walked forward in silence.
After an unknown time, Sang Yan's footsteps suddenly stopped.
Wen Yifan stopped.
Surrounded by the overwhelming sound of rain, the umbrella was beating heavily, almost covering all the sound. The raindrops fell on the puddles on the ground, blooming one after another of small flowers that only bloomed for a moment.
This grand rain curtain is like a huge protective cover.
Cut off the two of them from the world.
Sang Yan looked down at her and suddenly shouted, "Wen Shuangjiang."
Hearing this title, Wen Yifan's heart skipped a beat, and he raised his eyes unexpectedly.
"As for me, I always feel that this kind of remark is very hypocritical, and I feel ashamed to say just one word." Sang Yan's eyes were dark, and it seemed to be longer than this bottomless night, "But in my life, I have to say it once."
Wen Yifan looked at him indifferently.
"I haven't found it yet?" Sang Yan bent down slightly, and gradually drew closer to her. The youthful air between his eyebrows was the same as before, "After all these years, I'm still—"
His words followed the scattered raindrops and smashed down hard.
It was as if it had hit her heart.
"Just like you."