Banquet

In the bag was another drawing, which was basically the same as Jiang Chengyan's description, except that the drawing was sloppy and there were many traces of broken pencils in the drawing.

Gu Yan asked without raising his head: "I found it so quickly."

Chen Yu said in an extremely disdainful tone: "Nowadays, idiots are enough to be stupid, and they have to play the trick of pretending to be smart. That idiot thought that the house would be safe after being searched once, and actually said to me, 'Isn't the most dangerous place the most dangerous place? Safe place' kind of shit, huddled there waiting to be caught."

Gu Yan asked strangely: "So you took the initiative to ask him for this blueprint?"

Chen Yandao: "No, after I kicked over his desk, I was about to confirm whether he was the general manager, so he drew it for me himself."

Gu Yan silently put away the drawings.

Chen Yan suddenly stopped what he was doing, looked at Gu Yan up and down with a strange expression, and said, "Did you just finish shooting wild cannons? Is it cool to throw your clothes on the ground?"

Gu Yan was taken aback for a moment, and when he turned around, he saw his clothes were put under the umbrella.

The shape is quite unique, the big black umbrella is stretched aside, covering the clothes under the umbrella to prevent it from getting wet, under the umbrella is a neat stone slab, and on the slate are two sets of folded clothes.

Then I went to find the owner of the clothes, who had already disappeared among the ruins.

Jiang Chengyan curled up and crawled forward slowly.

At this time, Jiang Chengyan was only 19 years old, and his body had not yet grown up. He curled up with all his strength and could barely enter the slightly deeper cave.But it was only slightly deeper, and soon the front was cut off by stone slabs.Jiang Chengyan did not hesitate and planned to withdraw.

Just as he was about to retreat, he suddenly saw a small flower on the ground.

Although it was a relatively airtight space separated by stone slabs and wood blocks, groundwater seeped into the soil, and the little flower was also weakly soaked in the ground, lifeless.

Jiang Chengyan looked at the flower, and a thought subtly turned in his heart.

He raised his voice and called, "Is anyone there?"

Dust danced in the air, but no sound responded.

He called again, "Is anyone there?"

The hour and minute hands seemed to be still. Jiang Chengyan reached out and touched the little flower. Half of the flower was soaked in the soil and rain, and the other half remained dry and soft.

"There...someone..."

Jiang Chengyan leaned sideways on the ground, and a small and weak voice came from deeper.

"Save...save...me...please...help me..."

Jiang Chengyan retreated in a hurry, and as soon as he reached the entrance of the cave, he got up in a state of embarrassment, grabbed the people around him, and said in a trembling voice: "There are people down here, there are children, come and rescue them."

"...save...me...please...save my...child..."

The sentence was spoken in its entirety, as if using all the strength of the speaker.

Jiang Chengyan tried to talk to her again, but there was no response.

Those caught by him felt his trembling and didn't push him away immediately.

After Jiang Chengyan calmed down slightly, Gu Yan said to him: "You don't have the professional skills in emergency rescue, stay outside and wait for us to come out."

Jiang Chengyan nodded, and said calmly: "There is a flower there, and if you put your ear close to that flower, you can hear the voice below."

Gu Yan nodded, looked back at him, and then got in as planned.

Due to the lack of further definite understanding of the number and physical condition of the trapped persons.

Gu Yan suggested sending people in to establish contact with the trapped people, encourage the will to survive, and carry out rescue work at the same time.

That cave can accommodate Jiang Chengyan curled up to enter, and it is much more harsh on Gu Yan.

Many holes were torn open on Gu Yan's body, and he finally saw the flower that Jiang Chengyan was talking about.

Suddenly, he picked up the flower.Then Gu Yan put his ear to the ground.

"Are you okay? Can you still talk?" Gu Yan asked.

No response below.

Gu Yan was keenly aware of the subtle movement below, and continued: "I saw a flower, it's beautiful, is it yours?"

The slight movement died away immediately, followed by a long silence.

"Don't be afraid, we will rescue you out." Gu Yan looked at the flower and said gently.

"I...not...afraid." The voice as thin as a mosquito finally responded with faint breathing.

"You are amazing." Gu Yan praised.

"My...dad...dad, you are very powerful. He will... save me... get out... get out." This is quite a long sentence. The speaker has a clear consciousness and expresses clearly. He seems to be a young girl. It's just that the breath is weak. After finishing speaking, the originally weak breath became lighter.

"Your father is outside, and he will rescue you soon." Gu Yan guessed her thoughts, and said gently, "I guess you are a beautiful and brave little girl, I will reward you with a bouquet of flowers when you come out, okay?"

The movement below became a little louder, the little girl seemed to smile, and she said slowly: "That...is...my...my...flower."

The little girl paused for a moment, and continued: "You... just... Ming... Ming, asked... I..., yes, who is it."

Gu Yan rubbed his nose, blushing: "Uncle's house is a flower shop, when you come out, you can choose the flowers you like."

Seeing that her spirit seemed to be better, Gu Yan began to ask about her situation.

The little girl answered intermittently, but she was obviously trying her best to cooperate with Gu Yan. She told Gu Yan that the two of them had no water to drink and that their mother had passed out.

When Gu Yan asked about herself, her breathing suddenly became short of breath, and then she kept coughing violently, and it took a long time to calm down.

Gu Yan taught her to hold back her cough, take a deep breath, and wait patiently for her answer.

The little girl's voice was a little crying, and she said tremblingly: "There is...a tube...inserted...in...the chest...and it has been...has been...bleeding."

Gu Yan's voice seemed to be blocked, and he asked in a low voice: "Why didn't you say it at the beginning."

Suppressing the pain, the little girl said intermittently: "I... I said it, Un... Uncle, you... Are you... Yes, you want... Get out... Find someone... Save me. It's... It’s too dark here... There is no... People Talk, Mom...Mom...don't talk...I'm...fearful...and hurt."

Gu Yan lowered his head, and a drop of water fell on the little flower.He whispered, "I'll talk to you."

Another drop of water landed on the back of his hand, and he said in a low voice, "I won't leave, don't be afraid."

The rescue time is long and endless, or the rescued people will complain in their hearts, but Gu Yan has rescued, so he knows the hardships and difficulties during the period.Consider the secondary landslides caused by large machinery, and pay attention to possible secondary injuries during manual rescue.

So he kept a sideways posture and told interesting stories about his childhood to attract the little girl's attention.

Suddenly there was a sound of breathing beside him, Gu Yan raised his head to look over, and met Shang Jiang Chengyan's clear and quiet eyes.

He still came, said a voice in Gu Yan's heart.

I knew he would come, another voice echoed.

Jiang Chengyan didn't explain why he came, but Gu Yan felt that he knew it all.

Even if Jiang Chengyan wanted to avoid Chen Yan, let's take a look at what happened to Gu Yan.

But Gu Yan will always think that he is worried about me and he cares about me.

Fortunately, one didn't ask, the other didn't say anything, and each felt at ease.

In a moment of silence, the little girl's breathing was almost inaudible, and Gu Yan began to call her name, which was the name the girl told her during the chat.

"Dodo, what do you want to do when you come out?

"I'm...a little sleepy..." The voice became lower and lower, like a fluttering feather.

"Dad...very hard...very busy..." She said like dreaming, "I want...want him...to hug me."

"What's your name?" Jiang Chengyan asked.

"Pan...Pan...Yawen."

"I'm sorry... I... have to make you... work hard." Pan Yawen spoke more and more quietly, like a feather falling to the ground, "I'm very... sleepy."

Jiang Chengyan grabbed a member of the first aid team and asked sharply, "Where is your team leader? Do you want your team leader's daughter to be called Pan Yawen? Tell him to come here now."

The team members were stunned by Jiang Chengyan's stern question, and stammered: "The wounded was just found in front, and the team leader is there." After speaking, he pointed in a direction, and Jiang Chengyan walked over, but just about to speak, he froze in place.

Pan Jianzhang knelt on the ground, gently pushed aside the bangs of the little girl in his arms with hands covered in sand and scars, and gently wiped the dirt off her face.The little girl was very quiet, her face was ashen, and she had already lost her breath.

He lowered his head and gently pressed his forehead against his daughter's, recalling the scene of going out in the morning.

The little daughter tugged at the corner of her father's clothes, and bid farewell in a childlike voice: "Dad, come back early."

He picked up his daughter and bumped her forehead.

His wife zipped up his coat and said with a smile, "We'll pick you up if you come back late."

How much life and death in the world can be perceived.

It's like "goodbye" that you can't predict whether you will push the door out in the morning.

It's actually a farewell.

Just like the promise you made casually without knowing it, "Come right back."

It is actually hard to see for the rest of your life.

Human beings are always unable to get used to the hasty farewell, but waste precious greetings and farewells every minute, wasting every precious reunion and meeting.

When the God of Destiny appears without emotion, he cuts off emotions and builds an insurmountable long bridge between life and death.

You suddenly repent, but the rest of your life is already doomed to be spent in pain and sorrow, but you don't know it.

It was he who remembered too late and delayed the way home.