The two people who stole Wang Chuang's lines were Wang Jianmin and Du Jianhuai.
The "Second Class Architects" stepped forward at the same time, surprising everyone.
After all, in everyone's eyes, neither Wang Jianmin nor Du Jianhuai are the kind of heroic role models who are willing to help others and act bravely.
Especially Du Jianhuai. All the members of Hanyang Commune knew that this young man was willful and reckless. Even his brother, the director, could not do anything about him.
But now, Du Jianhuai is actually taking a huge risk to save Lin Wanjun, whom he has only known for a few days. Tsk...
"Jian Huai!"
Du Jianwu took a few steps forward and said in a deep voice, "The terrain down there is complicated. I'll go down and rescue them. You stay..."
"I'll go save you!"
Du Jianhuai did not appreciate his brother's kindness at all. As he spoke, he grabbed the rope and was about to tie it around his waist.
He has already found out.
Although Lin Wanjun is married, that idiot surnamed Song has fallen in love with someone else, and divorce is inevitable.
He has no principles or bottom line. As long as he likes someone, he will fight for her at all costs, not to mention a divorced woman, even a pregnant woman!
Under the shocked and worried gaze of his elder brother Du Jianwu, Du Jianhuai was the first to descend by climbing the rope.
Seeing this, Wang Jianmin also put on a mining lamp and slowly descended using another rope.
In the cave, Song Zhanjin was awakened by a burning sensation.
The candles were out and the batteries in the flashlights were dead.
The surroundings were pitch black and silent, with only the woman's heavy and rapid breathing and her hot body, which made Song Zhanjin's heart sink to the bottom.
Lin Wanjun has a fever!
Her body was obviously so hot, but she was shivering. She curled up like a shrimp with her back to him, mumbling incoherently in her sleep.
"Cold, so cold..."
Lin Wanjun was choking up, like a child who had been wronged.
"Song Zhanjin, I'm so cold, hug me!"
She seemed to be acting coquettishly, murmuring his name with a slightly drawn-out tone that was a bit cute and adorable.
A voice in his head warned Song Zhanjin.
Don’t touch her, you belong to Dong Yingying, you and her are the official couple!
But feeling Lin Wanjun's hot skin and her call full of grievance and fragility, Song Zhanjin couldn't help but resist.
No! He doesn't belong to anyone! He just wants to be true to his heart now!
Song Zhanjin ignored the warning voice in his head. He put his arm around Lin Wanjun's shoulders, asked her to turn around and lie on her side facing him, and then hugged her tightly in his arms.
Absorbing the warmth, Lin Wanjun couldn't help but move closer. She hugged Song Zhanjin's waist with ease and wrapped her legs around him like a koala.
At a certain moment, a familiar scene emerged in Song Zhanjin's mind.
They had hugged each other so intimately on the big bed that Lin Wanjun had moved away.
They squeezed into the same bed, and he kissed her along the curves of her body. Lin Wanjun giggled and hugged his head tightly...
The memories were so sweet, but the more Song Zhanjin thought about them, the more painful it became.
It was as if Sun Wukong was wearing a golden hoop, as if someone was chanting a spell to tighten the hoop where he couldn't see, punishing him for his awakening and rebellion.
Suddenly, a voice woke Song Zhanjin from his memories.
As those sweet memories faded, the pain gradually faded.
A beam of bright light shone over, making it almost impossible for Song Zhanjin to open his eyes.
"Over there! They're over there!"
Wang Jianmin's surprised voice was heard, followed by a burst of messy and hurried footsteps.
Before Song Zhanjin could react, the girl in his arms was snatched away.
His arms suddenly felt empty, and his heart felt empty as well. Almost subconsciously, he wanted to snatch Lin Wanjun back.
"Fuck you!"
Du Jianhuai kicked Song Zhanjin in the chest, knocking him to the ground.
"You and that female disaster star are truly a match made in heaven. Lin Wanjun is so unlucky to have met you!"
If Wang Jianmin had not stopped him, Du Jianhuai would have kicked Song Zhanjin to death to prevent him from continuing to harm Lin Wanjun.
Du Jianhuai carefully held Lin Wanjun horizontally in his arms, as if he was holding the most precious treasure in the world.
Pointing at Wang Jianmin, Du Jianhuai said impatiently, "You're carrying this bastard on your back. Better not to lose your footing and let him fall to his death!"
Wang Jianmin carried Song Zhanjin on his back and unexpectedly found that Song Zhanjin's body was warm.
"Comrade, the temperature is so low, how are you and Dr. Lin keeping warm?"
Song Zhanjin said, "Isn't that a quilt and charcoal fire?"
Hearing this, Wang Jianmin followed Song Zhanjin's finger and shone the light in the direction he was looking. Where was the quilt? Where was the charcoal fire?
Song Zhanjin was also stunned.
Where's the quilt? Where's the charcoal fire?
He clearly remembered that Lin Wanjun brought two thick and warm quilts and also lit a charcoal fire for warmth.
Even just a few minutes ago, they were still hugging each other under the same quilt, and she was clinging to him like a koala...
The girl lying in Du Jianmin's arms opened her eyes slightly.
She promptly put the quilt and charcoal residues into the space to avoid unnecessary trouble.
There's no way to explain why two new quilts with satin covers suddenly appeared in this remote and sparsely populated cave, right?
In fact, she had woken up a long time ago.
She woke up when Song Zhanjin held her in his arms.
But now she was sick, so she allowed herself to take a short break and rest in Song Zhanjin's arms.
It was really just a short stay.
When the voices of Wang Jianmin and Du Jianhuai broke the silence, she knew that help was coming, so she quickly put away the quilt.
"Heh...it looks like he really fell down!"
Du Jianhuai sneered, not hiding his gloating at all.
"Still covered with a blanket? Still warming yourself by the charcoal fire? Why aren't you lying in bed?"
Song Zhanjin looked at the empty place, his eyes full of confusion and bewilderment.
Could it be that all that was just his illusion?
The people guarding above held their breath, staring at the ropes, waiting for news from below.
"Hey! The rope moved!"
When Wang Chuang saw the rope shake, he couldn't help but scream.
"This is the signal we agreed upon. The number of times the rope shakes indicates how many people are alive..."
At this point, his eyes suddenly widened.
"Just a flicker? Then..."
That means only one of Lin Wanjun and Song Zhanjin survived?
Dong Yingying crawled over excitedly and shouted towards the cave entrance.
"Zhan Jin! Zhan Jin! You're still alive, right? I knew you wouldn't die. In our last life, we returned to North City alive!"
Du Jianwu frowned as he listened to Dong Yingying's words.
"She... is she crazy? What's with all the talk about past lives and this life? Can't you exorcise the evil spirits on her? Maybe she's encountered something foul?"
No one paid any attention to Dong Yingying.
In order to prevent her from causing any more trouble, Qin Sijun even had Dong Yingying kidnapped.
As the rope was pulled down three times, this was the signal Du Jianhuai and Wang Jianmin sent to the higher-ups - pull the rope.
A group of people worked together to pull the rope up with a nervous and excited mood.
"Hey! It's coming up!"
When the flashlight beam fell on the face of the person hanging up by the rope, someone shouted uncontrollably.
"Xiao Lin! It's Xiao Lin! She's moving, she's still alive!"
Wang Chuang shouted excitedly and suddenly shut up, looking abruptly at Song Mingcheng.
Song Mingcheng pursed his lips tightly, sadness welled up in his eyes, but he did not stop pulling the rope upwards.
"Don't stop, rescue Junjun first!"
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