At four o'clock in the afternoon, the cold wind on the riverside became colder and more urgent, and the passers-by by the riverside without exception tightened their collars and put their hands in their pockets.

Mo Chunshan likes this kind of temperature, because the cold can always make people's heads clearer. It's only been four hours, and his mind hasn't cleared up enough to solve the technical problems that lie ahead of him.

He sighed lightly, stopped and leaned on the railing by the river, his eyes falling on the outline of the Quling River Bridge in the distance.

Two years ago, he cleaned up the first major project after cleaning up a bunch of old things in Tongcheng Road and Bridge, a huge cross-river bridge, which has now reached the most critical period.

Drones can tow ropes, and tunnel-type anchors can solve the problem of cable rooting, but in the environment of high altitude, high seismic intensity, and complex wind fields, it is more difficult to build a steel truss suspension bridge with a main bridge span of nearly 2,000 meters than to build a 150-story building in a mountain city like Gyeongju.

In the early stage, the problems of bridge height, slope height, strong wind, large temperature difference, large bearing platform and large gravity anchorage came one after another, although it has been solved, but the construction period has been delayed.

Now, there is another problem in front of us, and if we can't solve it, we won't be able to catch up with the deadline.

The earthquake intensity in that place is high, and if this bridge that costs a billion yuan is crossed by an earthquake, what is it like?

The bridge he wants to build must stand for a hundred years, otherwise how can he be worthy of his relatives who sleep in the ground?

Thinking of the past, Mo Chunshan's thinking couldn't help but diverge, and his eyes fell on the rolling river at his feet.

He remembers that the year he left Gyeongju was at the height of the pollution of the Quling River, and that the bends of the river were not impactful enough to leave a bay of garbage, and at its most exaggerated times, it could even cover half of the river.

As a result, the air stinks, and the river water is turbid and disgusting.

In the past, of course, there were also good existences.

He thought of his own backyard, the white swing under the plane tree.

It was when he was four or five years old, and his mother specially asked someone to make it for him, but seven or eight years later, the number of times he went on that swing could be counted on one hand.

It's all for the sake of her mother's face, and she reluctantly goes up to coax her to be happy.

He has no interest in what children like to play with, and in comparison, it is the books in his father's study that arouse his interest even more.

So my mother often complained about the father and son, one was obsessed with work, the other was obsessed with numbers, and no one needed her, and it seemed that she was a superfluous person at home.

She sometimes loses her temper, and her tone of anger is actually like a little girl being coquettish.

A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, half nostalgic and half bitter in his heart. How can it be redundant? With her, the world has more color and the home has more warmth.

It's a pity that good people rarely have good rewards, but it is the mainstream of this world that people are good and are bullied.

His father was killed because he trusted his friend, and his mother, because she trusted her family, was killed in a foreign country.

More than ten years of time, like this river, erased the traces of the past filth, but under the seemingly calm river, there are hidden devouring undercurrents and whirlpools.

Thinking of the past, Mo Chunshan's clean eyebrows and eyes were dyed with a slightly sad look, but that trace of sadness was fleeting, and the fragments in his mind were fixed on the small swing he had missed before.

When repairing the swing, my father considered that he would grow up year by year and wanted the swing to last longer, so the material used to make the swing was also special.

The combination of rigidity and softness in the material allows Qiu, who looks small and slender, to withstand the weight of their family of three.

In order to resist the risk of the intersection of three seismic fault zones, if structural improvements cannot be made, then it seems that work can be done on materials?

Mo Chunshan's fingers touched his chin, his eyes were blazing,

The combination of corrugated steel webs and concrete top and bottom slabs is feasible as pylon beams, but there seems to be a bolder idea for other parts.

If the central buckle of the main cable and the steel truss girder of the bridge is locked together, if the semi-steel and semi-flexible material is used, it is hard enough to fasten the two tightly, and it is softer and can effectively alleviate the shock wave in case of earthquake.

His eyes lit up - yes, that's it, it's better to be rigid and soft than to blindly carry it.

For example, if someone has an easier, more enjoyable and less effortless way to solve the problem, she has to choose an unusual path, and then stumble and roll to the end, which is stupid.

However, someone is really stupid, and the fight is really hard, at least there is still some goods in the stomach.

At least the P2P report is still eye-catching - and even a few views on the future of P2P, which are in line with him.

The big stone in his heart was put down, a smile crossed the corner of Mo Chunshan's mouth, turned around, turned around, and walked in the direction of Linjiang Apartment with the wind on his back.

Monday's regular meeting was without danger, and with the explosive incident of P2P thunder, He Waner's section click rate is undoubtedly the highest.

This was expected by everyone, but what was unexpected was that without the support of a well-discussed character like Mo Chunshan, Nie Yun's character could still rank second.

You must know that the subject of her interview in this issue is an entrepreneur in his 40s who is not good-looking, and is engaged in agriculture that the masses are not interested in. It's unthinkable to make such an interview enjoyable.

He Wan'er didn't say it, but in fact, he had already seen the things produced by Nie Yun a long time ago. Probably the experience of interviewing Mo Chunshan, Nie Yun seems to have been opened up to the second vein of Ren Du, and now he is reborn, unstoppable, and the things he writes are full of weight, and he has long lost the soft muscles and cartilage of the previous two years.

This kind of Nie Yun is what Yu Wei'an wants to see, right?

Thinking of this, He Wan'er deliberately stayed on Wei An for a few seconds, and when he turned his head, he found that Nie Yun was also looking at him, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and his expression was extremely soft.

He Wan'er lowered his head, a smile in his eyes flashed quickly, and when he looked up again, he was always serious and serious.

After returning to the department after the meeting, Xiao Lei shouted to He Waner unconvinced as soon as he closed the door: "Our click-through rate is obviously much higher, why do we let the reviews go to shoot the sycophants on the other side this time?"

Knowing that Xiao Lei is a department that habitually complains about Nie Yun, He Wan'er smiled: "Everyone is knowledgeable, instead of being unconvinced, it is better to think about how to do your own thing." ”

"I'm just mad at that bastard! It's not his credit, and my tail is going to go up to the sky! And he brags to me every day. Xiao Lei pouted, his eyes full of indignation.

He Wan'er was stunned for a moment, and reacted that she should be talking about the specially planned newcomer kid who was beaten by the two of them last time, but she was a little interested: "How can I smell something different? It sounds like you and that bastard have been in contact with each other a lot?

She waited for Xiao Lei to jump up and refute her ridicule, but she didn't expect Xiao Lei, who had always been smuggling, to say that his voice was much quieter: "Suddenly I remembered that they handed in three new things, and I went to proofread the manuscript, boss." ”

He Wan'er looked at her panicked back and was stunned for a moment - could it really be that she was really told that there was a situation?

Before she could think deeply, the phone rang.

"Senior brother?" He Wan'er saw the word "Lin Feng" on the screen and immediately picked it up.

Before she could say hello, the voice on the other side had already sounded urgently: "Xiao He, there is something I must inform you!"

His voice was anxious and heavy, He Guan'er's heart sank, and he inexplicably remembered Pancheng Jubao and Gu Nian.

"What's wrong?, something happened to Fancheng Jubao?" He Wan'er hurriedly asked. The matter of Tongcheng Road and Bridge is already over, and this is the only thing she asked Lin Feng for.

"No," Lin Feng replied, his voice getting heavier and heavier, "It's Gu Nian who has an accident. ”

Ten minutes later, He Wan'er pushed open the office door and looked at the busy studio in front of him, but he couldn't hear anything.

There was an overwhelming whistling sound in his ears, blocking all sounds from the outside world, his body was shivering, and he couldn't even feel his fingertips.

She stood there for half a minute, but Xiao Lei saw that her face was pale, and walked up to her and called her: "Boss, boss, what's wrong with you, are you uncomfortable? ”

After a long while, He Guan'er noticed a small face dangling in front of him, and when he saw Xiao Lei's mouth closed, he didn't know what he was talking about.

The whistling sound in her ears finally faded away, and she only felt that her eyes were black, and she barely stood still holding on to the door frame.

"Boss, what's wrong with you?" Xiao Lei hurriedly held her hand, but suddenly exclaimed, "Why is it so cold?"

He Wan'er could finally hear her voice, and in turn grabbed her wrist, and said in a thick nasal voice, "Xiao Lei, you go out with me." ”

Xiao Lei nodded hurriedly: "Oh, okay." Where to go?"

"Funeral home. He Guan'er closed his eyes, and a tear slipped down from the corner of his eye, "The police said that Gu Nian is dead, and you accompany me to identify the body." ”

A day later, at Gyeongju South Railway Station, He Waner received Gu Nian's mother who came from hundreds of kilometers away.

When she picked up people from the train station, she only felt that Aunt Gu was in her fifties, but she was in the same state as an old lady in her seventies in the city, her face was full of furrows, her back could no longer stand up, and her hands were rough like sandpaper.

Aunt Gu spoke very little, with a strong country accent, He Guaner had always been accustomed to listening to the Mandarin environment, and it took a while to think about it before she knew what she was talking about.

She came alone, because Gu Nian's father had a bad heart and couldn't be stimulated, and the news of Gu Nian's death was still hidden from him.

As for Gu Nian's brother and sister, one has become a family after working outside and has not returned home for many years, and a phone call has just been made, and he can't rush over at this moment.

So this terrible news can only be borne silently by a rural woman.

But He Wan'er was a little lucky.

At least Gu Nian is not the only child of the Gu family, this may be the luckiest thing in misfortune.

He Wan'er received Aunt Gu in the morning, but he didn't care about eating, so he went to the funeral home.

This was the second time she had been to this place in twenty-four hours, and the first time she was so fragile that she needed Xiao Lei to accompany her, and her body trembled and tears flowed all the way.

However, when she saw clearly that the body lying quietly and silently was indeed Gu Nian, she calmed down.

The police said Gu Nian was found in a tributary of the Quling River, two kilometers from the city. When she was found, she hadn't been soaked beyond recognition, and she should have fallen into the water not long ago. And the driver's license in the bag of intimate clothing proves her identity.

Prima facie, the superficial features of Gu Nian's corpse are consistent with the cause of drowning, and there are no more than three causes of drowning - suicide, homicide, and accident.