He ran quickly to the elevator, pressed the button and dialed the number for the heating.
No one heard.
He called twice more, but still no one answered.
He walked into the elevator and called Zheng Xuanlin again. It showed that the call was in progress. He held the phone and tugged on his tie anxiously, waiting without hanging up.
After waiting for half a minute, the call was finally picked up.
"Hey Mr. Shen."
"Where's Xiang Nuan?!" he asked sharply.
Zheng Xuanlin was also very anxious: "I haven't contacted her yet, and the crew can't even get through the phone. I've been in Beijing to discuss business with her these days, not in Jiangling, and I'm on my way there now."
Shen Yanshi's face became more and more gloomy, he hung up the phone and rushed into the garage.
He opened the car door, got into the front of the car, and kicked the accelerator. With a "buzz" sound, the Rolls-Royce sped out.
The drive from Beijing to Jiangling on the expressway normally takes about an hour. When Shen Yan stepped on the accelerator all the way, he reached 200 yards.
Along the way, he was wearing a Bluetooth headset and kept calling Xiang Nuan. He called Xiang Nuan every half an hour, but he still couldn't get through.
The car radio is still broadcasting the latest live news.
"A magnitude 6 earthquake suddenly occurred in Gangneung at 3 o'clock this morning. Gangneung is relatively close to the source of the earthquake and has a greater impact. Houses in several villages collapsed. Currently, five people have died and 12 others have been injured. Rescue is still in progress. However, To determine whether the number of casualties will continue to increase."
"There is news that there is a large-scale film crew filming in the mountains in Gangneung, with a total of about one hundred cast and crew members. Currently, the roads in the mountainous area are blocked and the signals are also cut off. The fire brigade is conducting emergency rescue to clear the way. The casualties are not sure and will continue to be reported. .”
While listening to the busy tone on the Bluetooth headset while sitting in the banquet, he angrily took off the headset and threw it away.
I stepped on the accelerator again and raced all the way to Jiangling.
It was an hour's drive west, and he arrived in two hours.
When we entered the town, we couldn't drive fast because there had just been an earthquake. The town was fine. Only a few houses in disrepair collapsed. The worst-hit areas were in the mountains.
But their crew happened to be filming a night scene in the mountains yesterday.
Shen Yanshi pursed his lips tightly, his expression tense, and his palms holding the steering wheel were sweating. The closer he got, the more scared he became. He had never been so scared in his life.
The road into the mountain was originally blocked, but now the fire brigade has opened the road and the rescue route has been opened. He drove in first.
But after driving for a short distance, there was no way to go. The road opened by the rescue army was only a narrow one, and the front was blocked by ambulances.
He got out of the car and ran in, while dialing Xiang Nuan's number. The rescue vehicle had arrived and the signal had been restored, but this time when he called, the first call showed that the phone was turned off.
His heart was so clenched that he couldn't breathe.
The mountain road was muddy and bumpy, and he couldn't care less about whether it was deep or shallow. When he saw medical staff carrying a stretcher out, he immediately rushed up to check.
It was a middle-aged man, covered in blood, unconscious, and with a work permit from the "Dark Shadows" crew hanging around his neck.
Chen Yanshi's face turned pale and he staggered inside.
Inside, I saw more injured people, almost all of whom were members of the Shadow crew. Medical staff were providing emergency rescue, and some were crying and howling. The scene was in chaos.
"Xiang Nuan? Have you seen Xiang Nuan?!" Shen Yan asked after grabbing someone with a work permit.
The man shook his head blankly: "They're all scattered. I'm from the logistics department, so I don't know."
He immediately turned around and looked for people on each stretcher being carried out. The people being carried out were all covered in blood, and the stretchers and rescue vehicles were covered in mud.
His white handmade shirt soon became stained with various stains, and he didn't care at all, looking for someone like crazy.
"Where's Xiang Nuan? Where is Xiang Nuan?!"
No one answered his words at all. When such a disaster suddenly occurred, most people were too busy to take care of themselves. When the earthquake happened, they were all washed away, so who could care about who else?
Shen Yanshi went crazy and could only scurry around like a headless fly. Every time he saw a stretcher being carried out, he would be frightened. After he pounced on it and saw that it was not her, he was relieved and even more anxious.
Suddenly a familiar voice came from behind: "Shen Yanshi."
He turned around suddenly and seemed to see Xiang Nuan through the chaotic and noisy crowd.
She was still wearing the white shirt and whitish blue jeans. She stood there with a clear look, her eyes seemed a little confused and confused.
His fingers trembled, and he ran towards her across the crowd, scooped her into his arms, bent down and hugged her tightly, wishing he could embed her into his bones and blood.
Xiang Nuan was suddenly hugged tightly by him, leaving no room for struggle.
She wanted to pull him away, but found that his whole body was shaking.
"Chen Yanshi." She called him blankly.
Shen Yanshi gasped and calmed down, tightened his arms and hugged her tighter, as if he was afraid that she would disappear if he relaxed a little.
Xiang Nuan said with difficulty: "You are going to strangle me."
Only then did he let go of her belatedly, holding her arms with both hands and looking at her carefully: "Are you hurt?"
Xiang Nuan finally took a breath and stared blankly at the embarrassed man in front of him.
It was the first time she had seen him in such a mess. His leather shoes were covered with mud, his trousers were soaked, his white shirt was stained with blood and mud, and there was a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, and the hair on his forehead was stuck to it. .
He is usually so obsessive that he would throw away even a drop of coffee on his shirt.
He asked anxiously: "Are you injured? Where is the injury?!"
Xiang Nuan finally came to his senses and shook his head: "I didn't."
"Then why don't you answer the phone when I call you?"
"My mobile is out of battery."
Shen Yan's temples were twitching suddenly, and looking at her blank face, she was filled with nameless anger that she couldn't let go even if she wanted to.
"Why are you here?" she asked.
Shen Yanshi sneered: "What do you think I'm here for? Do you believe me when I say I'm here to travel?"
Xiang Nuan: "..."
She explained: "We were trapped in the mountains yesterday and there was no signal, but the place where we were shooting was in an open area nearby. Nothing happened. Only a few field staff who happened to be resting in the sheds we built were injured."
Shen Yanshi's face was still very ugly, and she spoke calmly, making it seem like he was making too much of a fuss by coming in such a hurry.
"Do you want to take a shower?" Xiang Nuan pointed to his shirt.
When he looked down, his face turned even darker. Damn it, he shouldn't have come!
"Where to wash?"
"Go back to the hotel."
"Take me there." He strode out with a sullen face.
Xiang Nuan followed him, looking at his unusually embarrassed back, he couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips.
Shen Yanshi suddenly turned around and stared at her gloomily. She was so frightened that she quickly straightened her face and looked at him innocently with her eyes wide open.
He pinched her face: "If you dare to snicker again, I will pull your head off."
“……”
Walking along the mountain road outside, getting in the car, Xiang Nuan gave Shen Yanshi the address of the hotel, and Shen Yanshi drove away.
Xiang Nuan finally charged up his mobile phone. As soon as he turned it on, Zheng Xuanlin's call came in first.
She picked it up and reported that she was safe: "Sister Xuanlin, I am safe now..."
Zheng Xuanlin's explosive voice almost pierced her eardrums: "It's safe, it's safe! You were fucking photographed with Shen Yan again!"
