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The South China Sea Tunnel Project Operation Vessels returned collectively.

The walkie-talkie reports never stopped along the way.

The reinforcement work of each part has been completed according to the plan, and the same protection has been carried out even in the treasure island area that is not predicted to land.

The engineering operation ship was fixed at the port, and everyone entered the project team building.

The dark clouds in the distance quickly rushed in, and the usually bright sky sank into the night again.

The person in charge had just returned to the meeting room of the office, and the wind was blowing wildly, and the pouring rain swept in!

Li Feng stood in front of the closed window of the conference room, looking at the bridge in the distance.

The rain gradually became heavier, and the iron-gray bridge was stained with a color like the sea of ​​ink, which was gradually covered by the rain marks on the windows.

The China News Channel, which was open in the meeting room, was continuously broadcasting the situation of Typhoon Lisu.

Coastal areas are on the alert, and typhoon and flood prevention staff can be seen running around on TV to check the safety facilities in the area where the typhoon landed.

At six o'clock in the morning, the news made a live connection.

Lu Feng thought that he would be in the stable room, but when he saw the front-line interview, who knew that the background of the connection scene turned out to be the gray South China Sea Tunnel.

The reporter was wearing a raincoat, his face was blurred by the rainstorm, and he couldn't stop shouting hoarsely in the rainstorm with a microphone.

"Everyone, I'm at Li'an Port! Here we can clearly see the shadow of the Nanhai Tunnel Cross-sea Bridge before the typhoon—"

The rumble of thunder and rain falling in Lufeng's ears gradually overlapped with the voice from the TV, one after another.

The words "China News TV reporter Ding Hongda" clearly appeared on the live broadcast screen.

"Reporter Ding?" Lufeng stared at Ding Hongda in surprise.

"Lulfeng, do you know Ding Hongda?" Qu Fei also found out the old acquaintance, "How come this guy hasn't forgotten to live broadcast when the typhoon came."

"Reporter, it must be the task given by the news station!" Weng Chengxian listened to Ding Hongda's fast-paced broadcast, frowning, "Why don't you run away when the typhoon is coming!"

The TV screen clearly showed the raging waves crashing against the shore.

The position where Ding Hongda stood was less than 1 kilometer away from the straight line of the cross-sea bridge, and the typhoon would definitely be hit when it landed.

However, under such circumstances, Ding Hongda's eyes were blinded by the rain, and he still broadcast the situation in a fast tone, and the reinforcement of the cross-sea bridge was reported by the camera.

"According to the information we have received, all the staff of the Nanhai Tunnel have worked overtime to complete the reinforcement of the cross-sea bridge. Now Lisu is about to land and enter the South China Sea area. The wind is extremely strong!"

His voice was blown out with different noises, and he was even a little unsteady on his feet.

A huge wave stood upright behind him, passing through the sea-crossing bridge, and echoed wave after wave.

What Li Feng could not see from the window blocked by the rain curtain was clearly seen through the lens of the high-definition camera.

The azure blue waves turned into white, sweeping up surges beyond the bridge deck, hitting the sea-crossing bridge layer by layer.

"The prodigal son is two bridges high before the typhoon makes landfall."

"Should we add a few more meters to our follow-up wind and wave protection facilities? Such a big prodigal son can't bear it."

"Lisu only once every few years? The typhoon will definitely stop the operation. What we should worry about is the maintenance and treatment after the typhoon. Maybe the mud on the bridge deck and bridge seams... hey..."

The sound of discussion was caught in the torrential rain outside the window and the sound of the typhoon on the TV.

Even if the engineers did the protection with their own hands, they couldn't help worrying about the bridge they built by themselves, and even more worried about the troublesome and heavy cleaning and maintenance after the typhoon passed.

They stared at the appearance of the sea-crossing bridge on TV, and their anxiety was similar to Ding Hongda's shouting with all his might.

Ding Hongda was wearing a raincoat and hat just now, but he couldn't stop the heavy rain that hit his face.

Holding the microphone, his footsteps became unsteady, and he still broadcast the report loudly: "The wind force has reached level 15. According to the monitoring of the Meteorological Bureau, Lisu has indeed weakened the intensity after passing Rico Island, but we can still feel—— "

Before he could finish his feelings, a gust of wind blew a crackling sound.

The camera trembled violently, even the raincoat of Ding Hongda in the middle of the screen was blown torn, fluttering in the wind, as if he was wearing a colorful cloak!

Even so, Ding Hongda's voice continued after a brief pause.

"We can still feel the severe typhoon! The cross-sea bridge is intact and stands majestically in the typhoon!"

The signal was interrupted, and the news screen returned to the studio.

Ding Hongda's embarrassed figure disappeared, as if he was trying his best to tell the people all over the country who are paying attention to the South China Sea Tunnel on the front line——

The cross-sea bridge is fine, it stands there, I saw it for you!

The host of the studio, after thanking the report ahead, turned to the meteorological analysis.

The terrifying typhoon that covered the entire South China Sea Tunnel, even though it was weakened by the high mountains of Rico Island, was still extremely terrifying.

However, the room listened to the news in silence and did not continue the whispering just now.

Because of what Ding Hongda said before the live broadcast ended, they were so emotionally ups and downs that it was difficult to calm down.

After a while, Qu Fei sighed with emotion.

"Ding Hongda really worked hard. When Master and I were working on the Qushuiwan Bridge, he often came to interview on site."

Li Feng sighed, "When the typhoon is over, I will treat him to a meal."

Hearing this, Qu Fei smiled and said, "What? Thank you dedicated journalists for reporting back to the frontline?"

"It's not all..." Lufeng said, "When the Wuqueshan Bridge was being built, he came to interview, and I was too indifferent to him."

Although Ding Hongda came to Wuque Mountain again, Lu Feng had been a tour guide for the whole process and told him the essence of the construction of the Wuque Mountain Bridge in detail.

However, after the interview, Ding Hongda wrote a special report, which was full of praise, and left a deep impression on Li Feng.

After going back and forth, it seemed that Li Feng still owed the debt.

After hearing this, Qu Fei smiled, "What is this? Ding Hongda was following my master back then, and I chased him away, telling him not to interfere with our work. This kid didn't hold any grudges at all, and he still followed us eagerly, thinking He knows about the Qushuiwan Bridge. It is estimated that he has long been used to how bad-tempered our group of bridge builders are."

Sure enough, Qu Fei was not gentle with the reporter either.

He is exposed to new things on the Internet every day, and he is full of misunderstandings and prejudices against reporters.

If it weren't for Ding Hongda's good temper and ability to speak, how could he have obtained the interview material of Qushuiwan Bridge from him.

The miserable Reporter Ding had been trained by a rough guy like Qu Fei first, so how could he care about Yilufeng's neglect.

Listening to Qu Fei talking about Ding Hongda, Lu Feng got to know this reporter a little better.

He looks young, but he speaks and acts calmly, and is also very creative.

Ding Hongda's love for bridges far exceeds the scope of his work, which may be the reason why he was on the front line of the typhoon to attack Lisu and sweep the bridge across the sea.

It was windy and rainy outside, and the echo of bang bang bang could be heard.

The building of the project team office is not high, and even felt a slight tremor, as if a train was whizzing past the building, and even the windows were trembling.

"The typhoon has landed."

One sentence from Qu Fei announced Lisu's attack.

Before he could quibble a few words, the TV suddenly turned off, and the conference room returned to darkness.

"Oh!"

"oops!"

"power cut!"

The dark conference room became lively and noisy again.

Everyone took out their mobile phones one after another, showing a small piece of light in front of them. There was no TV to watch, and there was still a mobile phone signal to ensure the smooth flow of news.

Li Feng turned on the phone, and saw countless text messages popping up.

He hadn't read the alerts one by one before Yin Yiqiao sent a message.

"The power went out." The brother's worry was always timely, "Are you still in the meeting?"

Li Feng looked up at the faint light sources around him, and even Chief Engineer Weng was refreshing the Internet to get the latest news.

"Maybe." Li Feng was not very sure, "When the rain weakens, we will go out to check."

To ordinary residents, a typhoon is nothing more than a violent storm.

For them, it is a continuous, important work that cannot be relaxed.

Reinforce beforehand and check afterward.

After working through the night, you will not relax just because the typhoon hits.

The tense emotions gradually relaxed.

He chatted with Yin Yiqiao about the pictures in the live news and Ding Hongda who was almost blown away by the wind.

There are not a few people who yawn and chat.

After Weng Cheng first confirmed that the typhoon would last for two to three hours, he said: "Everyone go back to the dormitory to rest, keep your cellphones unblocked, and we will gather again when the typhoon is over."

The people who stayed up all night in the conference room slowly walked to the temporary rest room in the office.

In order to facilitate the group of people stationed in the South China Sea Tunnel overnight, bunk beds are placed in the rest room of the office like a student dormitory for them to rest temporarily.

Li Feng was so sleepy that he still called Yin Yiqiao before he could catch up on sleep.

"How's your site?" he asked.

"It should be fine. The museum is very strong, and the square has not yet started to be paved...It's a pity that those little saplings are gone."

Yin Yiqiao said regretfully, "They can't withstand such a strong wind."

Many saplings have been transplanted in the comprehensive tourist area, waiting to grow into towering trees in three to five years for tourists to enjoy the shade.

It's a pity that when the typhoon comes, the thick branches of the big tree hugged by three people will be blown off, not to mention the small saplings that have just been planted.

Lu Feng held the mobile phone and fell on the bed, listening to Yin Yiqiao lamenting the trees and lamenting that Baodao had detected the hidden buildings in advance, and soon fell into a dream.

In the dream, there are trees, bridges and strong winds.

When he was woken up by Qu Fei, his mobile phone had slipped into the quilt, and he had already hung up the communication.

"Get up." Qu Fei's eyes were tired, and he didn't know if Xiu had rested, "Master said to go and see the bridge first, and then we can rest!"

The heavy rain in Li'an Port has not stopped, and the rain has become much lighter.

The engineers walked out of the office with umbrellas and raincoats, and went straight to the cross-sea bridge not far away.

The dark sky turned back to the gray after the torrential rain.

Fortunately, the center of the typhoon left Li'an Port, which was enough for them to check the bridge after the super typhoon with anxiety and excitement.

The silt was left on the bridge deck, and the deck of the engineering operation ship was also full of mud.

Cleaning work and inspection work are carried out at the same time.

No matter how strong the wind is, it can't stop a group of anxious people from carrying equipment, putting on safety protection, and walking onto the cross-sea bridge.

Weng Chengxian stood on the construction site in front of the sea-crossing bridge, waiting for the report from the inspectors ahead.

Standing beside him, Li Feng saw him holding the walkie-talkie and walking into the highway bridge deck washed by the high-pressure water gun.

The wet brown soil still remained in the crevices. He raised his hand to wipe it, and the palm of his hand was full of shallow seabed sand.

Countless voices of "inspection completed" and "no fault" came from the intercom.

Weng Chengxian stood there in a daze, standing together with the cross-sea bridge.

The five-hour emergency inspection confirmed that the Nanhai Tunnel Bridge, the artificial island, and the Baodao area had not moved a single bit, let alone suffered any damage.

Just like what Ding Hongda saw in the live news——

The Nanhai Tunnel is fearless in the face of typhoons and violent waves.

After the inspection, everyone stood at the front of the cross-sea bridge and listened to Mr. Weng's speech.

Standing in the rain with a microphone in hand, he thanked all the colleagues and friends who built the South China Sea Tunnel for their help, and also thanked the people of the whole country for their attention.

The reporter of the news TV station is recording this scene of safety and morale-strengthening speech in the camera.

"Lisu is the first super typhoon encountered during the construction of the South China Sea Tunnel. Of course, it will not be the last. From now on, we still have to build and guard the bridge well, and complete and complete the follow-up of the South China Sea Tunnel building..."

As Weng Chengxian was talking, he suddenly choked up.

He wiped away tears and could barely continue.

It is difficult for the old man to calm down when his eyes are red.

Qu Fei hurriedly took a step forward, and took Master's words, "Next, we must cheer up, get ready, unite and forge ahead for the construction of the South China Sea Tunnel!"

The reporter's interview will continue, Qu Fei stayed, and Lu Feng accompanied Weng Cheng back indoors.

Weng Chengxian took the tissue from Lufeng, shook his head embarrassingly, and said, "I'm getting old, and I'm sentimental."

"We didn't have such a good bridge before, let alone such good equipment. Now you see, no matter how big the typhoon is, we have survived it. In my heart..."

He sighed and waved his hands, "I'm happy in my heart."

"When I saw the mud marks left on the bridge just now, I felt as if they came on the waves, inspected the cross-sea bridge in person, and reached out to touch the marks."

Weng Chengxian still choked up after tears, "The bridge is fine, the bridge is fine. I am happy."

He didn't say who they were, but just took out the project plan and carefully planned the follow-up progress with red eyes.

But in Lu Feng's heart, he faintly felt that he knew who "they" were.

They are the former chief engineer who has never met before and has been obsessed with the South China Sea Tunnel all his life.

It was the predecessor of the bridge who was as young as Weng Chengxian when the typhoon blew the bridge down in 96.

There are still tens of thousands of people who have dedicated their lives to Chinese bridges and have not waited for the completion of the South China Sea Tunnel.

The typhoon whistling past was like the sound of "they" laughing and returning.

Their souls are engulfed in the white waves passing through the bridge and hitting the shore. The waves are like mountains, and they proclaim majesticly: We have seen the bridge, and the repair is very good!