His side profile was well-defined, his eyelashes were slightly drooping, and he seemed to be in a good mood.
Wen Yifan's face was inexplicably hot even though it was the content of the photos. It was as if she had returned to the moment when Sang Yan stared at her through the screen.
Wen Yifan touched the back of her ear and uncomfortably turned off the screen.
Sang Yan's behavior was blatant without any concealment. Just by looking at the photo, one could feel the strong sense of existence.
Wen Yifan didn't know why she didn't notice his gaze at all when she saw him again.
Soon, Wen Yifan remembered that Sang Yan directly refused to take the photos when she asked for them.
She curled her lips.
After a few seconds.
Wen Yifan turned on the screen again and slowly saved all five photos. She opened the album, selected one of them, and carefully cut it into a group photo with only the two of them.
… …
Qian Weihua drove the car directly to the collapsed tunnel site.
This area was a construction site, there was a mountain next to it, and the tunnel had not been completed yet. Although they rushed over from Nanwu as soon as they got the news, there were already many media reporters there.
They came from all directions.
The scene was cordoned off with a safe distance for fear of another collapse, causing secondary damage. The railway bureau and the construction unit set up a rescue team, and many rescue personnel were dispatched from Nanwu.
The situation of the eight workers trapped in the collapsed tunnel was still unknown.
Based on the drawings and the situation at the scene, the rescue team formulated several rescue plans after a meeting and discussion. They tried to open up a few vents to contact the trapped people.
Then, they opened up a channel to transport food.
During this period, Qian Weihua communicated with the rescue team many times, but he basically got a refusal. The rescue team reluctantly agreed when the situation was slightly stable. They found someone to bring them in to take a picture of the general situation.
Only Qian Weihua and Wen Yifan went in, Mu Chengyun was left outside.
The tunnel was deep and long, and the originally endless place was blocked by the collapsed stones and sand, becoming closed and gloomy. The light inside was gloomy, the ground was filled with mud and stones, piled up into a small slope, it was dirty and noisy.
Hundreds of rescue personnel in uniform were coming and going. A group of people were moving pipes or carrying various equipment. They were all busy with their own things and had no time to care about anything else.
Wen Yifan had done a lot of reports on collapse accidents, but it was the first time she had encountered such a serious one.
Just looking at it was frightening.
Due to safety concerns, the rescue team did not allow media reporters to stay for too long.
They only went in to take a rough picture and then came out. Back in the car, Qian Weihua sent the video to the station. Wen Yifan also focused on turning on the computer to write a script.
Mu Chengyun suddenly said, "Yifan, what happened behind your ear?"
Wen Yifan was confused, "Huh?"
Qian Weihua, who was beside him, also noticed it immediately. He frowned and asked, "Why is it bleeding? When did you get it?"
Upon hearing this, Wen Yifan took off the makeup mirror and took a look. He noticed that there was a small cut on the back of his ear. It was bleeding, and it looked a little frightening.
Wen Yifan lowered her head and took out a tissue from her bag. She said calmly, "Maybe the gravel scratched me when I went in."
Mu Chengyun muttered, "Doesn't it hurt?"
Wen Yifan smiled, "It's okay, it does hurt a little."
There were always accidents in this line of work. In addition, Sang Yan was injured while protecting her last time. After that, Wen Yifan always had iodophor and band-aids in her bag for emergency treatment of wounds.
Wen Yifan pressed on the wound with a tissue to stop the bleeding. After a simple treatment, she stuck a large band-aid on it.
The entire rescue process lasted for four days and three nights.
All eight workers were rescued, but one of them was hit in the head by a falling stone and was seriously injured. Although the rescue team had been encouraging and comforting them, the mental state of the other seven people was not good because of the injured person's condition.
They were immediately sent to the hospital as soon as they were rescued.
Wen Yifan and the others did not leave the scene during this period because they were afraid of missing something. Most of them took turns to rest in the car or went back to the hotel to wash up and rush back.
After returning from the hospital, Qian Weihua sent the video and the press release back to the station. He then asked them to go back to the hotel to rest first.
After all, they still had to run around to find experts and related personnel for interviews.
It was a long time.
The hotel was booked by Mu Chengyun. It was near the scene of the accident. The location was a bit remote and the environment was not good. He only booked two rooms for a total of five days. He planned to change them during the follow-up interviews.
Wen Yifan stayed in one room and the other two men stayed in the other room.
She spent more than half an hour taking a shower.
After she came out, Wen Yifan applied medicine to her wound and lay on the bed.
Wen Yifan hadn't slept on the bed for the past few days. She still had a surreal feeling. She was so sleepy that her eyelids were sore, but she still opened her phone to check her unread messages.
Wen Yifan took the time to reply to recent messages because she did not have much time.
Her replies were also perfunctory. Basically, she would reply with a few words when the other party asked her something.
Wen Yifan opened the chat window with Sang Yan.
In the past, she was usually the one who took up most of the time, but now it was Sang Yan. The countdown that he followed before gradually changed from a voice message to a simple number after some time.
He seemed to be extremely impatient.
However, since Wen Yifan came to Beiyu on a business trip, the number changed back to a voice message. When he realized that her replies were extremely slow and perfunctory, he would add a sentence after the countdown, "Got it."
Today's voice message had an additional sentence at the end.
"Come back and give me an apple."
Wen Yifan looked at the date and realized that it was Christmas Eve today. There were only a few digits left before Sang Yan's birthday. She sighed and felt that she might not be able to make it in time.
If she did not go on a business trip, Wen Yifan would be on New Year's Day off this year. Moreover, there was no fireworks show in Nanwu this year. It was very likely that she did not have to work overtime.
Then.
She should be able to celebrate New Year's with Sang Yan.
Wen Yifan sighed and replied, "I'm at the hotel, getting ready to sleep."
Wen Yifan: "Happy Christmas Eve."
After thinking for a while, she sent a small apple emoji and continued, "I'll let you see it with your eyes first. I'll give you an apple when I get back."
Wen Yifan was so sleepy that she could not open her eyes. She turned off the screen after replying. However, Sang Yan replied very quickly. The next moment, her phone vibrated. She opened her eyes in a daze and clicked on it again.
There were four voice messages. She scrolled down after the first one.
Sang Yan, "Okay."
Sang Yan, "Go to sleep, remember to lock the door."
Sang Yan, "Don't sleepwalk around."
The last one.
"If you really want to sleepwalk, just wander around in your room." His tone was domineering and dragging. It sounded arrogant and annoying, "I can only be the victim, understand?"
For the next few days, Wen Yifan ran around the small city as usual. The follow-up interviews were smoother than she expected. There were basically no major problems except for the bad attitude of some interviewees.
Sang Yan seemed to be very busy too. He worked overtime crazily during the last few days of the year.
Sometimes when Wen Yifan replied to his messages at three or four o 'clock in the morning, he was still in the company.
Unknowingly, Wen Yifan ushered in a new year in this city.
Although she worked overtime day and night, Wen Yifan still could not make it back before Sang Yan's birthday. Originally, she expected to go back on the 2nd, but there was one last interview in the afternoon.
The three of them did not have enough rest during this period of time. Qian Weihua did not intend to return on the same day, he was afraid that something would happen if he was tired from driving at night. In addition, it happened to be a holiday, the high-speed train tickets had long been sold out.
Wen Yifan had no other choice.
Early in the morning.
Wen Yifan calculated the time and sent a message to Sang Yan: Happy Birthday ^ _ ^
Wen Yifan: I ordered a cake for you. It should be delivered to your house at noon.
Wen Yifan: I'll give you a gift when I get back.
Sang Yan: You're quite sincere.
Sang Yan: I didn't count 70 days in vain.
Wen Yifan blinked: But I can't go back today. I'll go back tomorrow.
Sang Yan: Oh.
The next moment.
Sang Yan sent a voice message. His tone was lazy and he seemed to be a little sleepy.
"Then let's pretend that my birthday is tomorrow."
After a while.
Another message.
"One day left."
…
The next afternoon, Wen Yifan and Mu Chengyun went to the hospital. Qian Weihua went to the accident scene alone to do the final report. The three of them were divided into two groups and worked together.
Wen Yifan interviewed the seriously injured survivor.
He had just regained consciousness yesterday. Wen Yifan communicated with his family and made an appointment for this afternoon. After finishing the interview, she would go back and finish the manuscript. The final work of this business trip would be completed.
After leaving the ward, Mu Chengyun looked at the time, "Sister Yifan, are we going back to the hotel now?"
Wen Yifan nodded and was about to speak when a man's voice suddenly sounded not far away. It was muddy and hoarse. She paused for a moment and looked over. She saw a man sitting in the front row of the chair in the department next to her.
He looked to be in his thirties or forties. His skin was very dark and he was wearing old clothes that made him look dirty. The wrinkles on his forehead were very thick. His face was wrinkled when he smiled, which made him look particularly wretched.
The man was talking on the phone at this moment. His voice was very loud and sounded like he was trying to please her. He didn't look at her at all.
Wen Yifan looked away and said calmly, "Yes, I'll go back and write the manuscript."
Back at the hotel, Wen Yifan turned on the computer and quickly finished writing the manuscript and sent it to the editor. She looked at the time when the manuscript was reviewed. It was only a little over four o 'clock. She was in a daze for a while and felt that the room was a little stuffy.
Wen Yifan didn't want to stay in the room. She thought that she might as well go out since she was already in the city.
She took the room card and went out.
She only stayed in the hotel for a short period of time, but the sky outside was already gloomy. Large patches of dark clouds were gathered together. It added a layer of cold filter to the city. It was extremely depressing.
Wen Yifan was not familiar with this city at all.
She had only stayed here for two years. Most of the time was spent in school and at her aunt's house. There was no other entertainment at all. She had no idea what entertainment there was in this city. She only knew a few fixed locations.
The hotel she was staying in now was located in the center of Bei Yu. It was very close to her high school.
Wen Yifan wandered around aimlessly. She unknowingly walked to the familiar noodle shop. She stopped and looked at the shop that had hardly changed a few years ago. She was a little stunned.
When Wen Yifan came back to her senses.
She had already entered the shop.
The light in the shop was dazzling. The decoration inside hadn't changed much, but some things had been replaced. The tables and chairs were still arranged in the original layout, divided into two neat rows.
Even the boss in front of the cashier counter was still the same person.
But he was obviously older. His body was slightly hunched, and even his hair had begun to turn white.
Wen Yifan felt like she had entered another world.
She stopped for a few seconds, then lifted her feet and sat on the seat that she used to sit on every time she came here with Sang Yan. She lowered her eyes and quietly stared at the menu that was posted on the table.
It didn't take long for the boss to notice her presence and asked, "What would you like to eat?"
Wen Yifan looked up, "A bowl of wonton noodles."
The boss recognized her as soon as she finished speaking. He looked surprised. He got up and walked closer to her with an extremely kind smile, "Little classmate, it's you? You haven't been here for a long time. "
Wen Yifan nodded, "Yes, I haven't lived in this city since the college entrance examination."
"I see." The boss's lips moved as he looked at her coming alone. He seemed like he wanted to ask something, but he didn't say anything in the end, "Wait a minute, I'll do it now."
"Okay." Wen Yifan nodded, "No hurry."
The boss went into the kitchen.
Only Wen Yifan was left in the shop.
She looked at her phone and didn't see any activity from WeChat.
At this moment, there was a sudden sound of rustling outside. The compressed clouds finally couldn't bear the weight. Bean-sized raindrops fell down and collided with the concrete floor, making a loud noise.
It made the whole world blurry.
The damp and cold air diffused in, making people sober, but they couldn't help but be distracted.
In this familiar environment, Wen Yifan vaguely felt like she had returned to the past. She looked at the empty seat opposite her, as if she could see Sang Yan who sat silently opposite her when he was young.
From the first time they met, he was so arrogant that he would never lower his head and lived an unbridled life. However, at the last time they met, he asked her softly, "I'm not that bad, am I?"
She even attributed her behavior to the most embarrassing word, "entangled".
For so many years, Wen Yifan didn't seem to fight for anything for herself. She always hid in her protective shell, lived a well-behaved life, didn't argue with others, and didn't have excessive feelings for anyone.
Even for Sang Yan.
She seemed to put herself in a safe position.
She tried her best not to cross the line, and tried her best to retreat safely.
She only dared to slowly put the hook in front of him.
She waited for him to bite the bait and send herself to her door.
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 to always be the one who paid the price from the past until now.
She didn't want Sang Yan to be the one who paid the price after what he said.
Now, he still had to lower his head again because of her.
The noodles were served at this time.
The boss showed a familiar smile, "Hurry up and eat, I'm a little embarrassed. My skills haven't changed at all after so many years. It's rare for you to come back and support me. "
Wen Yifan nodded in agreement.
The boss was still nagging as he returned to the cashier, "Why is it raining so heavily all of a sudden, it's so cold … …"
Wen Yifan looked down and stared at the hot noodles in front of her. She felt a little jealous when she was hit by the mist. She blinked hard, plucked up her courage, picked up her phone, and called Sang Yan.
Listening to the beeping sound on the other end, Wen Yifan's mind was a little blank.
She didn't know what to say next.
It rang three times.
The other end picked up.
He seemed to be sleeping. Sang Yan's voice was a little hoarse, with a little impatience of being woken up, "Say it."
Wen Yifan called him softly, "Sang Yan."
He was quiet for a few seconds, and seemed to be sober, "What's wrong?"
Although the answer seemed to be very clear, she was still afraid, still worried about the unknown.
She had a lot of things to worry about.
She was afraid that it was really her illusion.
She was afraid that he only liked her when she was in high school.
She was afraid that after they got together, he would suddenly find out that she was actually not as good as he thought.
But at this moment.
Wen Yifan wanted to tell him.
She wanted to tell him clearly.
She wanted to tell him clearly.
She wanted to let him feel that he was not the one who only paid the price.
The young man who could cross a city many times and take the high-speed train alone for an hour just to see her. What he did was not the "entanglement" she imagined.
In fact, she also treasured those moments like they were treasures.
But she never dared to think about it, and never dared to mention it again.
At this moment, Wen Yifan clearly heard the sound of her heartbeat, "Do you still mean what you said before?"
Sang Yan, "Hmm?"
"You said, if I pursue you," Wen Yifan paused, suppressed the trembling in her voice, and said word by word, "You can think about it."
As soon as she finished speaking, the voice seemed to have disappeared. Everything was quiet.
Even the sound of breathing could not be heard.
"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 answer, so she tried to finish the rest of the sentence, "Then you can think about it first."
After that, Wen Yifan hurriedly hung up the phone without waiting for his reply.
There was silence for a while.
Wen Yifan stared at the phone on the table, and there was no more movement.
It seemed to give her an answer.
Wen Yifan didn't know how to describe her current feelings.
After a long time.
Wen Yifan looked down and slowly ate the noodles. The taste was indeed the same as before. The soup base was very light, and the noodles were not chewy at all. It was very ordinary.
She wasn't very hungry, but she still slowly finished all the noodles.
The sky outside gradually darkened.
The rain was still very heavy, and there was no sign of it stopping.
Wen Yifan put down her chopsticks and looked outside. She looked very calm.
Noticing her gaze, the boss took the initiative to say, "Little classmate, let me give you an umbrella. The rain doesn't look like it will stop anytime soon. Come back when you're free, and you can return it to me then. "
Wen Yifan shook her head and smiled, "I want to sit here for a while."
I probably won't come back again. Wen Yifan thought.
So she wanted to look at this place again, hoping that she could remember it for a longer time.
She hoped that she could still remember such a precious place when she was old. It turned out that there was such a place where she could have some leisure time during those times when she couldn't even breathe.
Time passed by bit by bit.
Wen Yifan slowly came back to her senses after noticing that the sound of the rain outside was getting softer. She didn't stay any longer. She packed up her things and was about to get up to say goodbye to the boss and leave when there was a movement at the door.
Wen Yifan looked over and was taken aback.
Sang Yan's figure was the only thing that could be seen in her field of vision. He was wearing a pure black windbreaker with a collar that slightly covered his chin. He was holding a transparent umbrella in his hand, and his shoulders were slightly wet.
Sang Yan didn't look anywhere else after entering the door.
He directly met her gaze.
At this moment.
Everything seemed to slow down, as if they had entered an old movie.
The narrow noodle house had maintained the same appearance for many years, it looked dilapidated and nostalgic. An unknown Hong Kong drama was playing in the noodle house, it looked very old, and the background music was mixed with the sound of rain.
There was still a large amount of rain behind the man, it was misty.
He rushed through the rain.
He looked like a travel-worn traveler who had finally found a place to return to.
The boss said at this moment, "Handsome, what would you like to eat?"
Sang Yan seemed to remember the boss, he looked up and smiled. He used the same greeting as before and said politely, "Next time, sir. I'm here to pick someone up this time. "
The boss raised his head, "It's you."
Sang Yan nodded.
"I saw this student coming alone just now, I thought you two had stopped contacting each other." The boss looked at both of them as he said, "— — That's nice."
The boss sighed as if he was reminiscing about the past.
"You two are still together after so many years."
Wen Yifan's fingers were a little stiff when she heard this.
Sang Yan didn't explain anything, he only nodded, "We'll go first, we'll come again next time when we come to Beiyu." He looked at Wen Yifan and reached out to her, "Come here."
Wen Yifan stood up and walked towards his direction, "Why are you here?"
Sang Yan looked down and stared at her, "I was on the high-speed train when you made the call."
Wen Yifan nodded.
Sang Yan opened the umbrella and said casually, "Let's go."
Wen Yifan also entered the umbrella. She felt a little awkward staying with him because of the phone call just now. She took the initiative to find a topic, "How did you know I was here?"
"Come to Beiyu." Sang Yan said, "I'm used to coming here."
"… …"
Both of them left the shop and walked along the street.
This city was backward and hadn't changed much for so many years. Further ahead was the alley that both of them had walked through many times. In another direction was the bus stop where Sang Yan waited for the bus every time he came and left.
Both of them walked forward in silence.
After some time, Sang Yan's footsteps suddenly stopped.
Wen Yifan stopped too.
The surrounding was filled with the sound of rain. The heavy beating of the umbrella almost drowned out all other sounds. The raindrops fell on the puddles on the ground and blossomed into small flowers that only bloomed for a moment.
This grand curtain of rain was like a huge protective shield.
It isolated both of them from the world.
Sang Yan looked down at her and suddenly shouted, "Wen Shuangjiang."
Wen Yifan's heart skipped a beat when she heard this form of address. She was caught off guard and raised her eyes.
"As for me, I've always felt that this kind of words are very pretentious. I feel ashamed just saying one word." Sang Yan's eyes seemed to be deeper than the bottomless night, "But in this life, I have to say it at least once."
Wen Yifan looked at him in confusion.
"You haven't realized it yet?" Sang Yan slightly bent down and gradually got closer to her. The youthful spirit between his eyebrows was still the same as before, "After so many years, I'm still …"
His words, along with the scattered raindrops, smashed down forcefully.
As if it also smashed on her heart.
"I only like you."
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