In 1998, there was a rare catastrophic flood in M.

All over the country responded to a call to "save the big M city!"

The hero of our story, Gao Fushuai, Gao Fengyi's son, is one of them.

Gao Fushuai is 17 years old this year, and he has just taken the college entrance examination and was admitted to the National Defense Technology University in Beijing, which is the most corrupt military school.

But this summer vacation was destined to be uneventful, as an unprecedented catastrophic flood hit his hometown of M.

As a native of M City, how could he stay out of the matter.

So when countless officers and soldiers rushed to the front line of the flood levee and vowed to live and die with the levee, he also applied to join a unit under his father and put on a military uniform to become a temporary flood fighter.

In the memories of countless post-80s generations, this flood was a disaster, countless families were shattered, and dawn mourned everywhere.

I don't know how many days and nights, the bodies of the soldiers soaked in the river water to rot and grow maggots, but they still did not waver.

Gao Fushuai also forgot how long he had been soaked in the flood, and he wore a life jacket and carried military supplies back and forth.

The high sandbag wall on the front line of the flood was built by countless soldiers like him.

It was a night when the moon was high and the moon's shadow was reflected diagonally on the water.

Countless warriors did not close their eyes, and homesickness was aroused.

Gao Fushuai was unmoved, he didn't have so many sad emotions, and he hated people the most.

Perhaps it was his unusualness that made the young reporter choose him.

"Comrade, can I interview you?"

A little girl came down with a voice recorder and winked at him.

The eyes seemed to be full of full moon, and Gao Fushuai nodded coldly: "Ask." ”

Oh, the first time I saw the interviewees of the flood relief, this is the attitude.

"Excuse me, where are you from?"

The little girl asked, glancing at her notebook. ??? Reading ???· ｙ?Ｋ?Ａ?Ｎ?Ｓ?ＨＵ·ＣＯＭ

Gao Fushuai said lightly: "Jiangcheng people, local!"

"So being away from home for so long, do you miss home?"

She almost looked at her notebook and spoke, and she didn't look at Gao Fu Shuai.

"I'm local!"

Gao Fushuai emphasized again.

"Oh, then why are you still staying here when you're homesick, and don't you find a way to report the safety of your family?"

The little girl glanced at her notebook again.

Gao Fushuai was completely defeated, rolled his eyes, and looked cold, "Where did you come from? I think you are a reactionary hidden among the reporters, and you came to the front line to make trouble, right?"

He was almost angry with her, and the corpse was floating in the Yangtze River!

The little girl pursed her mouth aggrievedly and raised her eyes to him: "I...... I'm not a journalist, I'm here for my friend. ”

"You're ......!"

Gao Fushuai's tired eyes were full of bloodshots, "Go back quickly, we are here." ”

He was still patient and graceful.

"Oh, okay, thank you, you're so nice, Uncle PLA. ”

The little girl turned around with joy, ready to flow back again.

Gao Fushuai behind him almost didn't spurt out a mouthful of old blood, and the People's Liberation Army ...... Uncle?

He's only eighteen, just in his youth!

The little girl was unconscious, and slowly flowed back, but she accidentally fell into the water with a notepad in her arms.

"Ouch!

She hurriedly leaned down to fish, but the book went into the river and floated up again, and she couldn't see the black light.

There was a "bang...... and her head was accidentally buried in the water.

Gao Fushuai glanced back impatiently and found that the fool was planting in the water.

He hurried over to catch her, "You're crazy!"

The little girl was scooped up by him, with a head full of **, like a water ghost.

"Ahem!"

"You're ......"

Gao Fushuai was speechless, it was the first time he saw such a strange girl.

"Forget it, you come up, I'll carry you. ”

He also carried many people on board the yacht to fight the flood.

"That's not good, uncle, you're tired, I'm still working so you. ”

The little girl thought she was very considerate and polite.

Gao Fushuai held his breath and bent his neck in front of her, "I'm eighteen!"

"Ahh

She quickly grabbed him around his neck and climbed up.

For some reason, the boy's back was particularly broad and strong, which gave her a very different feeling.

"It's weird. ”

She lay on his back and muttered.

Gao Fushuai was curious: "What's strange?"

She must be weird, right?

Stupid to break the sky!

"Your back is different from my father's. ”

The girl's voice was fluttering.

Gao Fushuai asked casually: "Your father is also a soldier?"

"No, my dad is a waste collector!"

Burst!

Gao Fushuai took a mouthful of old blood and really got to his mouth this time.

Oh God!

He carried her all the way to shore, and it took twenty minutes in total.

As soon as he got ashore, the girl slipped off his back and immediately jumped to her feet: "It's over!

"Do you have anything important in that notebook?"

Gao Fushuai became nervous.

The reporter's notebook has a transcript of the interview, right?

I guess my friend has to blame her.

"That's not it, but I bought that book after saving money for a long time!"

The little girl was so anxious that she went ashore before she could pick it up.

Go back and roast it over the fire, and you can still use it when it's dried.

"Labor and management believe in your evil!"

Gao Fushuai burst out of Jiangcheng's words, he bothered to fish her out of the water and carry her ashore, she was still feeling sorry for her broken book.

"Okay, you leave an address, and I'll send you a new one when I get back!"

Men are generous and heroic.

Why should this woman be amazed?

But she didn't react at all, but shook her head: "Forget it, you carry me up, I'm embarrassed to ask for your book, I'd better go back, thank you." ”

She turned, one step at a time.

Gao Fushuai looked at her back curiously, secretly surprised in his heart, it was really a big world.

However, it didn't occur to him that there was another sentence.

It's not that enemies don't get together!

Seven days later, Gao Fushuai was seriously injured in a flood relief operation, his leg was smashed by a heavy object, and he was carried to the hospital on a stretcher.

The General Hospital of the Wuhan Military Region was full of patients, and countless wounded people who had been carried down from the front line of the flood were waiting for medical treatment.

The dean at this time is surnamed Lu.

Many years ago, he was the attending doctor and director of the gynecology clinic here.

In the ward, Gao Fushuai had just woken up and saw his aunt peeling apples in front of his bed.

"Auntie, how long have I been asleep?"

"Three days and three nights. ”

The old man didn't lift his head.

Gao Fushuai wanted to get up, but found that his leg did not obey, and when he raised his eyes, one leg was hanging on the shelf.

"My legs!"

"Child, your leg is comminuted and fractured, the injury is very serious, and when you soak in the water for a long time, the bacterial infection is serious, and your aunt can tell you very responsibly, your leg is going to fall into the root of the disease!"

The old man gritted his teeth, put down the apple, and looked at him.

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