Chapter 9
Chapter 9
[Oh my god! The Lishui Ancient Bridge is on fire!]
This Weibo post has been forwarded thousands of times, but no relevant media has reported on it.
Shu Yao suddenly became serious and looked at the time. It was 9:30 in the evening.
"Tiantian, I'm going to go for a while, you go home first."
"It's so late, why are you going?"
"Let's take a taxi." It takes about an hour to drive from here to Guqiao, but she had just drunk a little bit of wine, so the only way was to take a taxi.
I just don't know if I can still get a car willing to go to that remote town at this time.
"Wait!" Zhao Tiantian suddenly grabbed her.
"What's wrong?"
"I just remembered they said that after the wedding, the newlyweds and their friends would go to the bride's hometown. I think the bride's hometown is in Lishui Town?" Zhao Tiantian frowned. "It's too dangerous for you to take a taxi alone at night. They shouldn't have left yet. Why don't you just take a ride?"
Shu Yao had to admit that what Zhao Tiantian said made sense.
Save time, money and be safe.
Her main goal is to listen to advice.
Shu Yao quickly ran out of the hotel. Fortunately, a familiar wedding car was parked at the door.
She knocked on the passenger window breathlessly.
The car window slowly lowered.
A familiar profile, carved more sharply by the dim light of the street lamp.
Shen Ye looked at her but said nothing.
Shu Yao was a little embarrassed. After all, he had just refused without hesitation, and now the boomerang hit him in the head.
"Um, are you going to Lishui Town?"
"Um."
"Can you give me a ride? I have urgent work to do."
“We seem to be—” Chen Ye tilted his head and thought for a moment, “Not very familiar with each other?”
"..." Shu Yao could see that if this person could take revenge that day, he would definitely not wait until the next day.
"What I meant at the time was that I wasn't very familiar with the other groomsmen and bridesmaids, but how could I not be familiar with you, right? We are all old classmates." Shu Yao was not panicked at all. He smiled gently and sincerely, and there was no sign that he was trying to justify himself.
Shen Ye didn't make things difficult for her and motioned for her to get in the car.
Shu Yao glanced back. The back seat was empty now, but since so many people were going, the bride and groom, or guests she was not familiar with, would definitely be sitting in the back seat later.
After much deliberation, she chose to sit in the passenger seat.
But I didn't expect that as soon as I got in the car, Shen Ye started the car.
Shu Yao was puzzled: "Not waiting for them anymore?"
"They've already left."
"So you were there just now?"
"sober up."
"?" Shu Yao immediately grabbed the seat belt, "You're driving after drinking?!"
Shen Ye did not slow down his car and glanced at her lightly, as if he was foolishly laughed at by her.
Shu Yao then realized that he was just teasing her.
Chen Ye's car was driving very fast, always testing the edge of speeding, but always staying on track accurately.
Shu Yao was afraid of distracting his attention, so she didn't dare to say much and just stared at the messages on her phone.
The work group was in an uproar.
Editor-in-Chief: [Has anyone followed the news about the Lishui Ancient Bridge?]
Shu Yao was about to reply when a message popped up in the group:
Lin Ruiyang: [On the way.]
Shu Yao's fingers paused.
News has no ownership, and everyone has the right to report, but within a department, the focus of work always varies.
Lishui Town had always been her focus for more than two years before this, and Lin Ruiyang had never interfered.
It would undoubtedly be a waste of resources if both of them go now.
But she still replied: [I’m on my way too. ]
Lin Ruiyang: [Yaoyao went too? I'm sorry, I saw you didn't react when the news came out, so I thought you were asleep. I also thought it was unsafe for a girl like you to drive such a long distance at night, so I went.]
The Lin Ruiyang in front of the leader at this moment was like two different people from the Lin Ruiyang who was acting so aggressively in the mall that day.
Shu Yao: [It’s okay, we’ll talk about it when we get there.]
She sighed silently.
Shen Ye asked casually, "What's wrong?"
Shu Yao curled her lips: "I drank a cup of extremely strong green tea from a distance, it's unpalatable."
Shen Ye chuckled: "Then pour it back."
*
When Shu Yao arrived, the fire on the ancient bridge had been put out.
Looking out through the car window, all that was left was a pile of ruins, pitch black, like pieces of coal piled randomly.
Many people don’t understand this feeling and think it’s just a bridge.
But when you carefully understand its history, know its experiences, and understand the meaning behind the bridge, it is no longer just a bridge, but a condensed piece of history.
Shu Yao had walked past it many times, read countless materials related to it, and even had only half of the manuscript in his computer written. But now, it just disappeared before his eyes.
Her face was solemn, and she even forgot to say goodbye to Chen Ye. When she hurriedly wanted to push the door and get out of the car, Chen Ye suddenly called her.
Shu Yao turned around and saw Chen Ye took out a pen and paper from the storage box in front of the seat and quickly sketched a few times.
Shu Yao was puzzled: "What is this?"
Chen Ye handed her the paper: "The address of Zhao Meier's home, come over when you're done."
"I'll find a B&B."
"A popular tourist attraction, and something like this happened. Do you think you're the only reporter here?"
Shu Yao pursed her lips and took it: "Thank you."
Leaving the quiet car, there was a commotion outside.
Shu Yao did not bring a computer or a voice recorder, relying only on a mobile phone. He could only interview, record and film the entire process by himself, which resulted in slow progress. When he finished, it was almost eleven o'clock.
It was pitch black all around, without even a street light. Only the flashlights on the cell phones of some onlookers provided some light.
She leaned against a big tree nearby and checked the existing information on her phone to make sure nothing was missed before leaving.
Although the map drawn by Chen Ye was simple, it was very accurate. She followed the instructions, walked to a three-way intersection, turned right into the alley, and passed a small teahouse that had closed down. Zhao Meir's house came into view.
Although it is an old house in the ancient town, it has obviously been renovated, with white walls and black tiles, and a strong Jiangnan style.
There are some roses planted in the small yard. They are in full bloom now, and they emit a faint fragrance.
The door to the yard was not locked. Shu Yao pushed it open and walked in. He vaguely heard Xu Zhaoli talking in the living room.
Fortunately, I didn’t find the wrong one.
Chen Ye should have informed Xu Zhaoli and the others that she would be coming, right? Otherwise, it would be too strange.
Just as she was hesitating, the door suddenly opened. Zhao Meier had removed her makeup and put on a loose, thin coat. Seeing her, she breathed a sigh of relief: "You're finally back. I was just about to look for you, so late at night."
Shu Yao smiled and said, "Sorry, this happened a little suddenly."
“Chen Ye has told us all, and your company is the same, can’t you send one more person?”
Zhao Meir's words reminded Shu Yao of one thing. Didn't Lin Ruiyang say that he was here too? But just now, she didn't seem to see him the whole time?
But the scene was chaotic and pitch black just now, so it's possible that no one noticed it.
Shu Yao didn't take it to heart and followed Zhao Meir back to the living room. Shu Yao didn't know most of the guests in the living room. After greeting them politely, she prepared to go upstairs to write.
Zhao Meir didn't stop her and took her straight to the room.
"When Chen Ye told us, they had already divided the rooms, and only this smaller one was left. I'm sorry, but when Chen Ye comes back, I'll tell him and ask you to switch. He definitely won't mind." Zhao Mei'er paused and explained, "I mean, he's a grown man, it's okay for him to live in a rough place."
"No, this one is fine." Shu Yao was puzzled, "Chen Ye hasn't come back yet?"
"Well, I thought he was with you. Why didn't you come back together?"
"We are not together. He sent me to the ancient bridge and left."
"Ah?" Zhao Mei'er was stunned for a moment. After a moment, she seemed to understand quickly. "Maybe something happened. Well, who knows? He's a workaholic. He's very busy every day."
Zhao Meier smiled and said, "Then you write first. I'll go downstairs. Don't worry, they've already had a great time singing, so it won't be too noisy."
"It's okay." Shu Yao thought, she was staying at someone else's house, why should she be so particular.
Zhao Meir leaned against the door frame, waved at her, and closed the door carefully.
Shu Yao put her bag on the corner of the desk. It was already 11:10 and it looked like she would have to stay up late today.
She sighed helplessly and just picked up her phone to write, but then she remembered that Zhao Meier said Chen Ye had not returned yet. Even if he was usually busy, what could happen in this small town?
After all, it was he who sent her here, and Shu Yao felt that even out of gratitude, she should show some concern.
So she sent him a message: [You haven't replied yet? ]
Before she could exit the chat interface, the other end replied: [Just entered the living room.]
Shu Yao leaned over and put his ear close to the door, and sure enough, he seemed to hear someone calling Shen Ye's name downstairs.
She put down her phone and began to concentrate on writing.
The interview materials and reference materials were complete, and coupled with my deep understanding, this manuscript was completed smoothly.
In blog posts, ordinary manuscripts must first be reviewed by the editor-in-chief, but some more urgent ones are excluded, which can be published in the middle of the night and then reviewed by the editor-in-chief in the morning.
Since she didn't have a computer, she sent the document to Zhou Yue and asked her to help publish it on the website first, and then wait for her colleagues in the editorial department to come to work tomorrow morning to upload it to other platforms such as Weibo and official accounts.
Zhou Yue said that she had not yet arrived home and would post the message as soon as she got home so that she could go to sleep first.
Shu Yao felt relieved, and fell back, lying tiredly on the bed, with sore eyes.
His stomach growled and his mouth felt dry, and Shu Yao then remembered that he hadn't eaten or drunk anything for several hours.
She opened the door and looked down. The living room was pitch black and it looked like everyone had left. But from somewhere, some light came through, allowing Shu Yao to vaguely see the kettle on the coffee table.
Not knowing the location of the switch, Shu Yao was too lazy to look for it, so he simply used the dim light to tiptoe down the stairs.
It turned out that the kitchen light was on.
Thinking they had forgotten to close the door, Shu Yao pressed her waist, which had become sore from sitting for so long, and slowly approached. Just as her hand was about to grasp the door handle, a vicissitudes and strong voice came from inside -
"Whenever you get married, I'll have the surgery!"
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