Professor, your turtle!

An arc of light lit up at the arc of the horizon, barely illuminating the snow, and shot into the room through the window.

Ji Fan huddled under the quilt with his ears closed, and waited for a long time until he was sure that the other party had gone far away, then slowly crawled out.

He must be crazy.

Thinking of the bold move last night and Fu Mingyuan's reaction this morning, Ji Fan pinched his red ears and curled up, wishing he could bury his head in his knees.

Taking a deep breath, he felt the blush on his face finally fade away, so he knelt up straight, flattened the two sleeping bags, and folded them carefully.

When packing the smaller sleeping bag, Ji Fan paused, turned his head and saw no one was around, made up his mind secretly, crumpled it into a ball, and quickly stuffed it into an empty cabinet—I couldn’t find it tonight At best, he can justifiably...

"Ok?"

Ji Fan was startled, he closed the cabinet door abruptly and turned around, and saw Fu Mingyuan leaning against the door with folded arms, his sharp eyes swept over, and landed precisely on the cabinet where the sleeping bag was hidden.

Ji Fan: "..."

"What's wrong?" Fu Mingyuan raised his eyebrows and walked over slowly.

Ji Fan shook his head, pretended nothing happened, and moved forward a few steps.

There was a soft "Kala" sound behind him, the cabinet door was not closed tightly, and a small gap slid open, and something fell out of it.

Before he could react, Fu Mingyuan beside him had already stepped forward and bent over to pick up the thing.

Ji Fan turned his head nervously, but saw that the other party was holding a notebook in his hand.

"Well," Fu Mingyuan flipped through a few pages, closed the book and smiled, "You really like picking up diaries?"

Ji Fan: "?"

He leaned over and took a look, only to understand the familiar signature on the title page - it was Andre's notebook.

Afraid of revealing the little secret in the closet, Ji Fan gritted his teeth and took the blame, without denying it, he dragged Fu Mingyuan out of the room.

Fu Mingyuan lowered his gaze to the hand holding his cuff, smiled indiscernibly, let him hold it, and put away the old notebook.

On the dining table, the incubator had been pushed to a corner, and a base map that was one meter wide was spread out.

"Today's task," Fu Mingyuan circled a certain place on the map, and said seriously, "I need to go out to check the damage of the satellite base station."

Seeing Ji Fan's eyes, his expression became softer: "Why, do you want to go with me?"

Ji Fan nodded, unable to hide his worry—the sky was getting darker and darker. Although the satellite base station was only a few hundred meters away, once the snowstorm hit, the visibility would drop to less than three meters. This short distance is enough to disorient and freeze to death on the cold ice sheet.

Fu Mingyuan didn't say much, and messed up his hair, agreeing.

The maintenance equipment was fully stuffed into two boxes, and the two of them carried one each, and set off in the direction of the satellite base station.

Compared with the clumsiness of going out for the first time, Ji Fan has already mastered a lot of snow walking skills, carrying a box and following Fu Mingyuan, only a few steps behind him.

From a distance, the base station is just a tall building.

It wasn't until he got under the base station that he looked up that he realized how abrupt the building was.

There is a vast snowfield with a radius of hundreds of miles. There are no tall buildings, let alone trees, only this man-made tower over ten meters high.

The base station is composed of two parts: the ground building and the transmitting mechanism. The transmitting antenna is installed on the roof of the building, standing tall, and the howling wind blowing from all directions cannot shake it at all.

But if you want to repair it, you have to climb to its spire...

Ji Fan's heart twitched, and he turned his head to look at the person beside him.

Fu Mingyuan looked up at the antenna, his expression was as usual, but his eyes behind the sunglasses narrowed slightly.

Withdrawing his gaze, he circled around the building, and then he had some thoughts in his mind.He took out two screwdrivers from his backpack, and Fu Mingyuan forcefully opened the door lock cleanly.

Ji Fan: "..." Why are you so proficient!

Fu Mingyuan straightened up as if nothing had happened, put away the crime tools, and greeted Ji Fan: "Come in?"

Probably because Ji Fan's eyes were too straightforward, Fu Mingyuan coughed dryly, and defended himself: "...I only learned it after I came here."

——After all, there are no master lockpickers in Antarctica.In case of being accidentally locked out of the house during the snowstorm, when someone discovers something abnormal and opens the door, the body may be completely cold.

Ji Fan suddenly remembered a sentence: I just stole a wallet, went to prison, and learned everything.

Putting it on Fu Mingyuan, it probably means: I was only doing scientific research, but I went to Antarctica... After all, there is no need to worry about employment.

"What are you thinking about!" Fu Mingyuan interrupted his thoughts, his face turned red.

Ji Fan came back to his senses, ran into the small house, let go of the toolbox, took off his gloves and wrote, "It's nothing, I just thought it was cool."

Fu Mingyuan's face turned even redder, he closed the door, and muttered, "I won't teach you to please you, children can't learn this."

Ji Fan smiled and didn't care about the other party's attitude at all.

The satellite base station has an independent large storage battery, which is not disturbed by the power failure of the main station.Push the power switch, the interior lights and the start button are normally on.

However, although the power supply is normal, the signal station is rustling, and there is no response to both the transmitting and receiving channels.There may be a problem with the line, which caused the loss of contact with the satellite.

"I have to go up and take a look." After Fu Mingyuan roughly inspected the indoor components, he turned his gaze to the small door leading to the roof, "You wait for me here."

Ji Fan stubbornly shook his head and followed him step by step, holding the huge toolbox in his hand.

"Okay, follow along." Fu Mingyuan had no choice but to settle for the next best thing, "Look at the bottom, and I'll ask you to hand it up if I need anything."

After speaking, he held the upper crossbar, shrank his body, and climbed onto the first platform in a blink of an eye.

Ji Fan raised the detection tool and flashlight, and tiptoed to the edge of the platform.Fu Mingyuan took it, thanked him briefly, tied the flashlight to his forehead, carried the tools on his back, and climbed to a higher level.

As he climbed higher and higher, the wind became stronger and stronger, and the wind blew wildly, as if he would not stop until he was blown down.

Ji Fan looked up and raised his heart high. Every time Fu Mingyuan swayed, he felt that his heart also tightened.

Finally, there are still two or three meters left to reach the apex.

At this moment, there was a sudden change, and there was only a creaking sound. The horizontal bar that Fu Mingyuan was stepping on had been in disrepair for a long time and was seriously corroded. It broke from it and fell down with a clang.

Having lost his support, Fu Mingyuan's body sank suddenly, hanging precariously in the air.

He was carrying another box in his left hand, and was hanging on the high iron tower with difficulty with only one hand at the moment.The wind is blowing, and it seems that it will fall down at any time.

Ji Fan was so nervous that he stopped breathing, and subconsciously took a step forward.

"Don't come here!" Fu Mingyuan's voice pierced through the wind and snow, he shouted sharply, "Be careful——"

Before the words were finished, the falling horizontal bar hit the iron railing, making a muffled sound.

The huge impact broke a whole row of rusty iron rods, and several iron pipes tumbled, like a rain of arrows, and fell straight to the ground.

At the very moment, Ji Fan's pupils shrank, and he didn't know where the strength came from. He rolled back on the ground with one hand, barely dodging the sharp iron rod.

The rusted iron scraped against his face, and he sank deeply into the snow with a puff.

Ji Fan sat on the ground, his heart was beating wildly, and he felt his legs go soft belatedly.He forced himself to stand up, and made an "ok" gesture in Fu Mingyuan's direction.

Seeing this, Fu Mingyuan finally felt relieved.Using strength with one arm, he lifted his whole life by half a meter, and with a swing of his long legs hanging in the air, he stepped onto the last crossbar.

He first pushed the suitcase onto the platform, then propped up his elbows vigorously, turned over and sat astride the narrow platform.

"It's all right!" Fu Mingyuan poked his head out and shouted.

Ji Fan stood at the bottom of the tower and waved at him.

Although he looked calm, his heart was still beating wildly.

It would be a lie to say that he is not afraid. From birth to now, he has never been so close to death, but it is this fear that makes him feel a secret, exciting excitement.

—they survived.

At the moment of brushing shoulders with death, the fire of life always burns extraordinarily brightly.

Because only death can reflect the meaning of life.

The never-setting sunset hangs in the corner of the horizon, and the strong wind messes his hair. When he looks up, he can see that the flowing clouds are constantly being torn apart by the intense airflow, and then continue to gather.

In an instant, Ji Fan felt the knot in his chest quietly disappear.

There is nothing to be afraid of anymore.He secretly thought, no matter what, being alive itself is a good enough thing.

……

Compared with the difficulty of climbing, the difficulty of maintenance itself is not worth mentioning.

Fu Mingyuan only stayed on it for a while, and after confirming some preliminary information, he climbed down lightly.

This time he deliberately avoided the heavily rusted horizontal bars, and marked them with reflective colored paper.

Back at the base again, the two sat around the steaming hot pot.

The "Progress Station" is very rich in energy storage. There are 16 sets of fully charged large batteries alone, not to mention the standard diesel and natural gas for energy storage, and even some rare aviation kerosene.

Therefore, they also had a rare luxury, using a small gas stove to cook a pot of vegetable soup, adding canned luncheon meat found in the "Progress Station" to it.

Ji Fan snorted and took a sip of the hot soup, feeling his internal organs warmed up, and he squinted his eyes in comfort.

"Is this ... repaired?" he wrote.

"Of course not." Fu Mingyuan shook his head, but his expression was very relaxed. "But it's coming soon. There are still some parts that need to be replaced and tested one by one. It will return to normal work within a week at most."

Hearing this, Ji Fan raised his head and looked at him silently.

Repair the satellite base station and send a distress signal. The "Progress Station" is very close to the port and is the best rescue point.

Mr. Fu... he will be able to get out of trouble soon.

— Once out of here, he doesn't need me anymore.

However, I don't know why, but I don't feel sad, I just feel very happy.

It doesn't matter if he will be forgotten, as long as he is happy.

Probably, this is... the feeling of really liking someone, right?

There was a crisp "beep", and the suddenly enlarged flame was reflected in Ji Fan's eyes, like a quietly burning, warm star.

Across the stove, the two stared at each other silently, their eyes intertwined, hiding each other's complicated emotions.

Ji Fan looked away first, lowered his head and wrote something, then raised it up, and smiled at Fu Mingyuan: "By the way, the last story is not finished yet."

Fu Mingyuan looked at him, as if he wanted to say something, but finally swallowed it back.

"If you want to hear it, sit next to me." He patted the cushion beside him.