Gu Mengmeng received the interview assignment in Linshi on Monday and returned on Thursday, just in time for the heavy snowfall this winter. She and her car were stuck in a remote area of the Beijing-Zhuhai Expressway near Beijing.
From morning to evening, almost a day, there is a long road ahead, the traffic is like a long winding queue, and you can't see the horizon at a glance.
With the privilege of using a press card, she walked in the wind and snow to a section in front where a highway traffic police officer was stationed.
The snow was falling heavily, and the wind carried snowflakes flying on the quiet mountain roads around.
Almost all the car lights were turned off, for fear of wasting the limited power supply. Almost all the stranded people were huddled in the carriage, complaining about the damn weather. The traffic policemen were still too cold to speak despite wearing two cotton coats, and they were carrying
Large plastic bags were handed out to the car window in sequence, frozen bread and ham.
She walked up and asked: "Comrade, can I borrow your mobile phone?"
Her mobile phone had run out of battery a long time ago. She originally planned to go home and recharge it, but she didn't expect it to be left on the road.
The traffic police officer looked at her military coat, then at her press pass, and finally handed her the phone.
"You'd better go to a higher place over there, otherwise there will still be no signal." He said.
"Okay. Thank you, comrade!" She took her mobile phone and went to a slightly higher place.
The signal was intermittent, and she stood in the wind with her back bent, praying that Conway would answer the phone.
Over and over again, after three times with stiff fingers, the other party finally got a response.
"Cute...Cute?" The voice was intermittent, but she seemed to be grasping at a life-saving straw, holding the mobile phone and shouting.
"Kangwei! Kangwei, I'm Mengmeng! I'm stuck in the first section of the Beijing-Zhuhai Expressway. I don't know when it will open to traffic. Don't worry, I...hey...hey..."
She picked up the phone, looked at it again and again, shouted into the receiver a few more times, and sadly found that the signal was completely gone.
Despondently, she returned the phone to the traffic policeman, and walked back with the bread and ham given to her as a preferential treatment and a bottle of mineral water with ice.
The snow was getting heavier and heavier, and the semi-old bus she drove was covered with snowflakes. If it hadn't been for the flashing lights when the remote key opened the door, she still didn't know if she would have been able to find her car.
She was so cold that she kept shivering.
After getting back into the car, she turned on the heater for a while, blew the food distributed to her against the hot air, and then ate half of it with cold water. The rest was hard to swallow, so she put it away
aside.
Fortunately, there was a simple folding quilt that served as a pillow in the car. She opened it and covered her body to keep warm.
After a while, she was exhausted and fell asleep leaning on the seat.
She was feeling hot and cold in her sleep. When she woke up, someone was knocking on the windowpane. She moved her body and felt so stiff that she was about to lose consciousness. She felt cold all over, and her throat felt like it was on fire.
Yes, it hurts like crazy.
She reached for the car door, and a biting chill came in, making her tremble again.
The people standing outside looked like highway workers.
He reminded her: "Comrade, why do you keep the air conditioner on?"
His words hit her mind like a thunderbolt.
Air conditioning! Precious gas!
She... quickly looked at the fuel gauge. It was over. The warning light on the fuel tank flashed several times, and the car and the car fell into darkness.
No!
She had a splitting headache, holding her head that was about to explode, and asked the man in a daze: "What should I do... Is there any gasoline sold here?"
The man looked at her sympathetically and shook his head.
I was about to comfort her a few words, but found that she was in a very bad condition, her face was flushed, her breathing was rapid, and her whole body was still shaking.
He asked tentatively: "Comrade of the People's Liberation Army, are you feeling uncomfortable?"
Gu Mengmeng leaned back in her chair uncomfortably and nodded.
Intuitively, she knew she had a high fever.
There is no first aid kit in the car, there is no gas, and the damn mobile phone is out of battery. Is the long-awaited opening of the car the only way to save her?
The man was very anxious and asked: "Comrade, can you still leave?"
She gritted her teeth and got out of the car with her only strength.
Before she could stand up, her head suddenly became dizzy and she fell towards the snow in front of her.
The man next to him had quick eyesight and quick hands, and grabbed her from the side. Seeing that she couldn't walk, he had to help her back into the car. He took off his uniform coat, put it on the weak girl, and said: "You
Wait for me, I'll go to the colleague in front to get some medicine for you."
Gu Mengmeng's consciousness was no longer very clear, and she shook her head feebly without saying a word.
The staff closed the car door and ran away.
In the snowstorm, Gu Mengmeng was trapped in the cramped carriage and gradually fell into coma...
When she woke up, she was lying on Conway's back, walking along the country road.
The snow was very thick. Every time he took a step, he had to check whether there were any pits in front of him. He carefully kept moving forward at the same speed. He tied her arms together with a scarf and tied them to his chest to avoid her
His hands were cold and he stuffed the cotton gloves into his collar.
She wore a cotton hat unique to Yimuhe on her head, covering most of her face, and she didn't feel the cold at all.
On the other hand, looking at his body in a thin winter coat and his ears that were cold and red and swollen exposed to the cold wind, she couldn't help but hug his neck tightly.
"Conway..." Her voice was choked with sobs.
He paused and turned his head to look at her.
Surprised, he asked: "Are you awake? How do you feel?"
It was a freezing day, but his head was sweating, and his eyes were full of pity and heartache.
She shook her head desperately, "I'm fine. Please let me down. I can walk by myself..."
He didn't agree, but just untied the scarf that bound her arms and let her arms wrap around his neck. "I'm so burned that I'm in a coma, how can I leave? My car is in the village over there. Look,
It's not far, I'll carry you there..."
She protected his ears and said movedly: "How did you find me?"
"Haha, I made a few calls and asked the traffic police leader who was on duty, so I found out." He didn't want to go into detail because the process was really difficult.
"Then how did you get up here?" She thought of the endless traffic and the impassable roads under the ice and snow.
He smiled but said nothing.
He just carried her towards the distant village.
She gradually shed tears silently.
He must have walked along the path to the entrance of the highway. He had to break out of a long road that no one had ever traveled.
In this world, he is the only one who will risk his life to find her!