World-class infrastructure maniac

This was the first time Yin Yiqiao sent a message after the accident happened to Lufeng.

Qian Xuyang sat beside the hospital bed with his mobile phone in his hand, earnestly completing the requirements on the memo.

Li Feng wrote in the memo——

"As long as I can still be saved and I still have breath, please help me open WeChat on my mobile phone and reply to Yin Yiqiao's message. You don't need to reply too complicatedly, just say that I am in a meeting or busy. However, it's fine if he doesn't send a message , he must be very busy."

Qian Xuyang felt a kind of playful ease from Lu Feng's handwriting.

It seems that he just wrote a perfunctory memo to fulfill the organization's requirements, because there is no necessary process.

However, that memo solemnly left the phone unlock password, WeChat account password, and Yin Yiqiao's phone number as an emergency contact.

This gave Qian Xuyang the opportunity to guard Lu Feng's cell phone for five full days.

Until the phone beeped, Yin Yiqiao finally appeared on Piaohong's news list.

Qian Xuyang was suddenly so nervous that he sat on a needle cushion and his back was sweating.

He suddenly felt the condemnation and torment of his conscience, and the answers he had been rehearsing for a long time were extremely flustered.

Qian Xuyang thought over and over again, revised and corrected, and then sent the information to Yin Yiqiao.

Even after sending the news, he couldn't stop thinking:

Is there news?

Does Yin Yiqiao know?

Or...how much did Yin Yiqiao know?

After a while, the message was answered.

Yin Yiqiao: "Your influence in the Philippines is so terrible?"

Qian Xuyang stared at the teasing question with a solemn expression, and his heart was full of twists and turns.

He wanted to say: Law Wind in the Philippines has changed the lazy workers who make a living with their physical strength.

He wanted to say: When the workers heard that he had been shot, they wanted to rush into the police station and tear the shooter apart. Santos almost couldn't hold him back.

He wanted to say: If Lu Feng appeared at the closing site of the Yuping Bridge, all the Filipinos who participated in the construction of the Yuping Bridge would be more excited and smile brighter, and they would be excited to be recognized by Lu Feng from the bottom of their hearts.

However, Qian Xuyang gritted his teeth and replied, "Of course."

Immediately afterwards, he quickly typed on the keyboard, "It's a meeting, let's talk about it next time. I'll be back when the bridge is completed."

Ended the chat unilaterally.

The phone screen is still on.

Yin Yiqiao said "Yes" concisely and did not continue talking.

The real busyness of Lufeng in the past has become the best excuse for Qian Xuyang to end the topic now.

He put away his mobile phone and looked towards the hospital bed as if he had completed a task.

It's a pity that the designer who released the task had his eyes closed and his face was pale, so he couldn't give him a reassuring comment.

"Lügong, the Yuping Bridge is closed..."

Qian Xuyang's voice was deep and hesitant, "Also, Senior Brother Yin sent you a message, I'll help you get back."

He finished speaking silently, making the ward even more quiet.

Such a meaningless report will not get an answer from Li Feng.

But Qian Xuyang's highly tense nerves gradually scattered in the ward with the sound.

Li Feng's face was pale, and his breathing was so weak that he relied on an oxygen mask to maintain it.

A gunshot wound is not a disease that can be easily cured. Even the experienced Dr. Xie said solemnly: "We still need to observe."

With this observation, Li Feng has been in a daze and lethargic until now.

Near noon, a colleague who was changing shifts came over and patted Qian Xuyang on the shoulder.

He handed Qian Xuyang a box of lunch and said, "Let's have lunch, there is nothing wrong with the bridge. You go back and have a rest, and come back tomorrow. I will take care of the lawyer today."

Qian Xuyang nodded, and when he took the lunch box, his eyes were dimmed.

It's not that he doesn't have the stamina to stay up late, but since Li Feng was shot, he hasn't slept well.

Because he was afraid of missing Yin Yiqiao's news.

Afraid of his miss, resulting in failure to complete the requirements of the wind.

The meals brought by colleagues did not taste good.

Qian Xuyang finished eating hastily, threw away the box, and walked to the hotel next to the hospital in a nonchalant manner.

They don't have strict standards for changing shifts, whoever is free will come.

Qian Xuyang even forgot how long he hadn't slept. When he walked into the room, he threw himself on the bed when he saw the bed. He could only remember to put his phone next to the pillow.

He was so tired that he didn't want to move, but his thoughts couldn't calm down.

Qian Xuyang didn't realize it at all, the thoughts churning in his mind kept replaying the message he sent to Yin Yiqiao.

The tone seems not calm enough, and the words are not rigorous enough.

Or the reply speed is too fast, as if he is very idle, and everything has become his anxiety content.

He even frowned in pain, regretting and rehearsing constantly in his mind, thinking that the next reply to the message must be more concise and more like a law.

Then he fell asleep amidst the chaotic rehearsal.

In Qian Xuyang's dream, he never left the contact list full of red dots.

When he was waiting for Yin Yiqiao's news, the countless reminders he had seen turned into brand-new nightmares, popping up one after another, all with Yin Yiqiao's profile picture.

Accused him of concealing the truth, accused him of spying on privacy.

The dream tortured Qian Xuyang so much that he couldn't even sleep well.

Until a rapid phone ringing, he was rescued——

"The lawyer is awake!"

Qian Xuyang rushed back to the ward.

Doctors and nurses have already visited and told colleagues what to pay attention to.

When he came, Li Feng was still lying on the hospital bed, but feeling the wind from his approach, he slightly opened his eyes.

It was not the slack eyes that opened eyes and drowsy from time to time a few days ago, but a tired and conscious gaze.

With mixed feelings in his heart, Qian Xuyang called out in a low voice, "Law Gong."

Lu Feng exhaled slowly, opened his mouth and asked in a low hoarse voice: "Qiao...how is it..."

Qian Xuyang smiled wryly, took the stool and sat back on his old seat on the bed.

"The Yuping Bridge has been closed, and the process went very smoothly. It took more than seven hours."

He patiently recounted the news conveyed by his colleagues, "Today should have entered the stage of laying the bridge deck, and the approach bridge has started to debug the lighting project. At night, the entire bridge will be lit up, connecting Rico Island and Sanji Island."

Li Feng listened quietly, blinking his tired eyes.

He still didn't have much strength, and he was so sleepy that he wanted to close his eyes again.

"Lawyer." Qian Xuyang had to stop talking about the Yuping Bridge, "I have contacted Senior Brother Yin according to the request you wrote in the memo."

This sentence seemed to touch some terrible switch, Li Feng suddenly opened his eyes, his brows were tightly frowned, showing that a critically ill patient should not be surprised, and even his breathing became short of breath.

Seeing this, Qian Xuyang immediately realized that his words were ambiguous.

He quickly added, "It's not calling him! It's according to what you wrote in the memo, pretending to be you, and replying to his message."

"He didn't know something happened to you!" After Qian Xuyang howled, he felt that his voice was too loud and disturbed Lifeng, and whispered again: "There is no report in the news, and our people have already said hello."

"Reminder..."

"Yes! It's the memo you gave to the party branch."

Li Feng took a long breath and closed his eyes wearily.

At the beginning, the party branch asked to write down a memorandum, just in case, but he didn't think it was necessary, but he still completed the process.

However, it has been more than two years and almost three years, and he has long been vaguely remembering what he wrote.

At this moment, he thought dizzily——

Oh, and there's this thing.

Fortunately, because of such a thing, he was spared from facing Yin Yiqiao.

because……

no face.

Li Feng blinked, not daring to think about how angry his senior brother would be when he knew he had been shot.

He tried to ask a little louder, "What did he say?"

The breathing mask was covered with white mist, making him look haggard and weak.

Qian Xuyang didn't know if he could see clearly, so he took out his phone, clicked on the dialog box, and asked the real owner of the phone to check.

"Senior brother Yin asked why you didn't participate in the bridge closure. I told him that you participated, but you didn't want to arouse the fanatical admiration of the Filipinos and wanted to go home, so that's why you were not included in the photo."

Li Feng quietly listened to Qian Xuyang's words, his eyes swept over the dialog box, but he couldn't concentrate at all.

From head to toe, his whole body was filled with icy pain, and when he thought about the meaning of Qian Xuyang's words for a while, his temples would twitch along with the wounds on his waist and abdomen.

It hurts.

The pain was so painful that he couldn't think, but he had to try to clear his mind to answer Qian Xuyang's expectation.

After Qian Xuyang finished explaining a few short answers, Lu Feng opened his mouth and said, "...Thank you."

A word of thanks immediately calmed Qian Xuyang's anxiety for several days, but made him talkative even more!

Qian Xuyang's eyes flashed, and he said: "Law worker, you're welcome. This time we really scared us to death. After the shooter was caught, many workers on the construction site said they would go to the police station to kill him. Mr. Santos said I almost couldn't hold it down. Now that you are awake, we are relieved, and everyone is also relieved. You must have a good rest and don't worry about the Yuping Bridge!"

Qian Xuyang chattered endlessly, and Lu Feng felt pain all over his body.

However, this kindness made him unable to ruthlessly stop, let alone close his eyes and ignore the other party's kindness.

Not dead, good.

Although the limbs and body are limp and uncontrollable, the noise in the ears is the feeling of being alive.

Li Feng was so tired that he wanted to sleep, but he tried his best to open his eyes and listen.

Suddenly, Qian Xuyang held the mobile phone and made a familiar notification sound.

Qian Xuyang's expression changed drastically, and he stumbled while holding his mobile phone, "Lü, Lügong, news from Senior Brother Yin!"

Hearing the rumors, no matter how sleepy she is, she wakes up.

He tried to open his eyes to look at the screen that Qian Xuyang handed over, but his eyes were blurred.

"Help me... Niannian..." he said.

Qian Xuyang came to his senses, looked at the screen quickly, and said, "Brother Yin said that the main bridge of Yuping Bridge will be closed. Will you go to other engineering sections, or stay at the main bridge of Yuping?"

Law wind is not in good condition, unable to hear any subtext.

"Main bridge..." He had to pause every few words, "Call him, wait for me to come back."

Qian Xuyang conveyed it truthfully, did not dare to write more, and had to reconfirm whether it was okay to write "stay at the main bridge" and "wait for my return".

The message of permission was sent, but Yin Yiqiao didn't hear anything.

Li Feng seemed to be asleep, eyes closed.

Qian Xuyang wanted to stand up, go out and call to tell more people that Lifeng woke up.

But before he could take a few steps, there was a faint shout.

"Qian Xuyang..."

Lu Feng's voice sounded like a low moan, but it was full of urgency, as if he remembered something urgent, and he tried hard to get up.

Qian Xuyang trotted back quickly, quickly held him down, and bent over, "Law worker, tell me."

"Help me with something." Lu Feng urged eagerly, and even missed a word, "Help me send a letter to Yin Yiqiao..."

"The envelope is in the drawer, and the address is written..."

Qian Xuyang knew that Lufeng had the habit of sending letters. They were in the same construction site, and they often saw Lufeng handing over letters to colleagues who were going out, asking them to deliver them for him.

Send it to Yin Yiqiao.

He thought that this should belong to a kind of private agreement between them, using letters to maintain their relationship.

Therefore, Qian Xuyang asked solemnly: "Do you need me to print a letter for you and put it in?"

"No need." Li Feng was so tired that he closed his eyes, his breath stained the transparent mask, "But remember to send him a message, just say... just say... I sent him a letter, and he must sign for it himself."

There were colleagues guarding the ward, and Qian Xuyang quickly returned to the Yuping construction site.

In just five days, the bridge he is familiar with has gained a firm foothold, solved nearly a hundred years of problems, and become a symbol of China-Philippines friendship.

Although he didn't see the closing of the bridge in person, he looked at the majestic bridge from afar without any regrets in his heart.

After all, the bridge is here, and Ritsu is also awake.

It should be a double happiness worth celebrating, and there is no need to feel sorry for it.

He opened the door of Lufeng's dormitory, and when he turned on the lights, he saw a clean and tidy room. On the desk were the laptops and books that Lufeng used to, as if he had just left and would come back anytime.

Qian Xuyang walked to the desk and opened the drawer.

There are more than a dozen brown envelopes inside, all of which are written in sharp and sharp handwriting, and the address is clearly written on the cover, as well as:

Yin Yiqiao (closed)

Qian Xuyang took the envelope and walked out of the construction site.

It was afternoon, and many shops were still open. Qian Xuyang went in, selected a few bookmarks printed with Filipino proverbs, and put them in an envelope.

Then he took a photo and wrote a message as Li Feng said.

Lifeng: I sent you a letter, you must sign for it yourself! [picture]

But after a while, a reply popped up in the dialog box——

Yin Yiqiao: Well, thank you.

Qian Xuyang was stunned.

Staring at this short message, he always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell.

If Yin Yiqiao sent him this kind of polite and alienated thank you, he would definitely not find it strange.

but……

With doubts, Qian Xuyang clicked on "Find Chat Records" and simply entered "Thank you".

The search results are lonely, only the latest news just now is dazzling.

Qian Xuyang froze in place, not knowing how to react.

The scorching sun in the Philippines was blazing in the afternoon, but he broke out in a cold sweat.

Yin Yiqiao would never say to Lu Feng...thank you.