Sam and two other people continued to guard under the signal tower. It was raining heavily. They looked up at the man who was risking his life to repair the signal tower. Hot sweat broke out on their backs and they were so nervous that they almost stopped breathing.
Sam was praying in his heart, hoping nothing would happen, nothing would happen... otherwise he didn't know how to explain it to Miss Qiao.
…
Sam and others under the signal tower still felt that the rain was too heavy, and the man who had climbed to the top of the signal tower could feel the strong wind and rain even more.
Ye Wangchuan was almost hanging in the air on the steel wire of the signal tower, with only an ordinary rope tied to him. One end of the rope was tied to the edge of the signal tower, and the other end was tied around his waist and tied into a knot.
In this situation, he walked on the tightrope towards the place that Qiao Nian had found that might need repairs.
“Hualala—”
The sky was lit up by lightning again.
In the dazzling light, Ye Wangchuan accurately found the rivets that were suspended by the strong wind, which was also the connection point between the wires and the signal tower.
A thunderstorm is not a good time to repair a signal base station, as lightning can easily be drawn by power lines, causing lightning strikes.
Ye Wangchuan remained calm in this situation, and reconnected the interface bit by bit with his hands.
This process took about ten minutes, which under normal circumstances was only the time it took to drink water. However, in the current scenario, any small mistake within these ten minutes could result in his death on the spot.
Some people are born leaders. Even in this situation, they are much calmer than ordinary people. They don't make any mistakes and successfully connect the wire signal.
Ye Wangchuan also tried it with his hands to make sure that the wire interface was secure and would not loosen accidentally, then he prepared to go down slowly again.
Heavy rain poured down from the sky and thunder rumbled in the dark clouds.
The sky was getting darker and darker.
The world is desolate.
Just as Sam's friends came back up the mountain carrying a few more kayaks, they were preparing to inflate the kayaks to act as air cushions.
Sam looked up and saw the man coming down. He threw away the half-blown kayak and ran over happily: "He's coming down!"
The others cheered and rushed over, surrounding Ye Wangchuan in an instant.
"Has the signal tower been repaired?"
"We were scared to death just now. Fortunately, you came down safely."
"Are you OK?"
Sam was more attentive than the others. He squeezed aside his friends and handed Ye Wangchuan an umbrella and a dry towel he brought from home.
"Brother Ye, let me wipe the water off for you."
"Thanks."
Ye Wangchuan wiped the rain off his hair and neck with the towel he brought with him, and explained to others calmly.
"It's not working yet. We still need to repair the equipment at the base station. Could you please pass me the tools later?"
"OK, no problem!"
Young people are more dependent on the Internet than the elderly. They are eager for him to repair the signal station. They pat their chests and promise to help.
Ye Wangchuan put the used wet towel back into the bag he brought and said to Sam, "Let's go, let's fix the signal before she wakes up."
*
Qiao Nian slept soundly, and when he woke up it was already dawn the next day.
It rained all night yesterday.
It stopped for a while in the morning and the sun came out a little, but when she woke up, it started to drizzle again and it looked like it would continue.
Qiao Nian propped himself up and sat up. He looked around and found that he was not sleeping on the sofa. He didn't know when he was moved to the bed, and there was a thin blanket covering him.