First Frost ( Requested )

His profile is sharp and sharp, his eyelashes are slightly drooping, and he looks in a good mood.

Inexplicably, even if this is the content in the photo, Wen Yifan still has a hot face. It's as if I went back to the moment when I took the photo through the screen, the moment I was stared at by Sang Yan.

After Wen Yifan touched his ear, he turned off the screen uncomfortably.

Sang Yan's behavior was blatant, without any cover up. The strong sense of existence can also be felt through the photos.

When I saw it at this time, Wen Yifan didn't know why he hadn't noticed his sight at all.

Soon, Wen Yifan thought of asking Sang Yan for a photo before, and he directly refused to say "No".

She bends her lips.

A few seconds passed.

Wen Yifan re-lighted the screen and slowly saved all five photos. She opened the photo album, selected one of them, carefully cut it out, and turned it into a photo of only the two of them.

...

Qian Weihua drove the car directly to the site of the collapsed tunnel.

This area is a construction site, with a mountain next to it, and the tunnel has not yet been fully completed. Although they rushed over from Nanwu as soon as they got the news, many media reporters had already arrived at this moment.

All came from all sides.

For fear of collapsing again and causing secondary damage, the scene was stopped by a cordon, leaving a safe distance. The railway bureau and the construction unit established a rescue team and dispatched many rescuers from Nanwu.

Eight workers were trapped in the collapsed tunnel. The situation is still unknown.

Based on the drawings and on-site conditions, the rescue team worked out several rescue plans after meeting and discussion. They tried to open a few vents first to contact the trapped people.

And then opened up a channel to transport food.

During this period, Qian Weihua had communicated with the rescue team many times, and basically received a rejection answer. It was not until the situation stabilized that the rescue team reluctantly agreed and found someone to take them in to take a picture of the situation.

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 collapse of the sand, becoming closed and secluded. The light inside is gloomy, and the ground is full of mud and stones, piled into small slopes, messy and noisy.

Hundreds of rescue workers wore uniform clothes, coming and going. A group of people are carrying pipes, or holding various equipment, all busy with their own affairs, and they have no time to take care of others.

Wen Yifan has also made many reports on the collapse, but this is the first time he has encountered such a serious incident.

I felt shocked just looking at it.

For safety reasons, the rescue team does not allow media reporters to stay for too long.

They just went in and roughly recorded a portrait, and then they came out. Back in the car, Qian Weihua sent the filmed video to the station, and Wen Yifan also turned on the computer to write the manuscript.

Mu Chengyun suddenly said, "Sister Yi Fan, what's wrong behind your ears?"

Wen Yifan was at a loss: "Huh?"