On July 7, the 25th year of the Republic of China, in the middle of summer, two times combined, Ni Xin has been studying in Tokyo, Japan for eight years, the Sino-Japanese conflict has escalated, as a Chinese, the situation in the Japanese police academy suddenly became very embarrassing, especially for students like him who repeatedly claimed that he would graduate in a year and would return to China and would not stay in Japan. His classmates guarded against him, his friends distanced himself from him, radical people ridiculed him to his face, people who were jealous of his excellent grades spread all kinds of rumors, suggesting that the school should expel him, and some people even reported him to the military and police for participating in anti-Japanese actions out of nothing, suggesting that he be arrested, and the eyes of the instructors became more and more indifferent.

On the first day of the summer vacation, he left the dormitory early and came to a soy sauce manufacturing factory that he had found a work-study job more than ten days ago. There were still three days to go, and the former apprentice had not moved out, so the boss only agreed to let him store his luggage, and there was really no way to squeeze another person on the crowded tatami mats. Ni Xin thanked again and again, and promised to go to work on time at 8 o'clock in the morning three days later.

Compared to the crowded (harmonious) heat of Tokyo, the remnants of Mt. Fuji and the hot spring area in the suburbs are much more pleasant, Ni Xin climbed a high mountain alone with a travel bag on his back, and looked down from the top of the mountain: smoke rose halfway up the mountain, where there might be a mountain hot spring inn.

Ni Xin took out a half-old but very clean blue cloth bag from his backpack, picked the budding wild chrysanthemum (harmony) flowers as he walked, and went back to dry them and soak them in water.

The cloth bag was quickly filled, Ni Xin pressed it with his hands, stuffed some more, and then he was satisfied with the cloth bag down the hillside, stepping on the stones in the middle of the stream, and going to the pool to wash his hands. Suddenly, I saw a blister in the stream, and soon the stream flooded the stones that had been out of the water. Ni Xin knows badly: Tokyo is rainy in summer, and there are many streams and pools here, rising water is a frequent occurrence, and there is generally not much danger, but he can't be unguarded, he never lets himself get into danger needlessly.

Lost his wife for only a month, and his official affairs did not go well, Ono Heiichiro came here to relax, saying that he was fishing, but in fact he had been looking at the pool in a daze. Ni Xin saw that he didn't react, the stream was foaming, and it rose quickly, and the comer was not good! He raised his voice and shouted, "The water is rising!" Run to the heights, gentleman! ”

Without bothering to pack up his fishing tackle, Heiichiro Ono ran towards the hillside. At this time, the stream had overflowed the stones, flooded Ono Heiichiro's calf, slipped under his feet, and fell into the water.

Heiichiro Ono leaned forward and grabbed the branch. At this moment, a torrent mixed with fist-sized stones rushed down! Heiichiro Ono was hit by several stones in a row, got out of his hands and fell into the water again!

Heiichiro Ono, who fell into the water, clung to a boulder and was not washed away for the time being, his waist and leg were injured, and the blood left out stained the stream red. Seeing the young man swim over and reach out to him, he grabbed it.

The man among the two tourists also rushed down the hillside, picked up the branch that Ni Xin threw on the shore and stretched it out to Heiichiro Ono, who grabbed it and finally went ashore!

"You're injured, you're this age again, stay honest, don't make a mess, I'll go by myself." As he spoke, he rushed downward.

Fortunately, Ni Xin was young and strong, and he grabbed a wrist-thick branch in the rapids, and with buoyancy, the downward trend slowed down slightly, and he crossed the branch, which happened to be stuck between two mountain rocks that were not in the stream, and stopped the downward rush.

The man on the shore dragged with all his might, and Ni Xin took advantage of his strength to go ashore and get out of danger.

The female tourist also came to help, and after half an hour, several people were finally out of danger and sat down on a huge sunny mountain rock to rest for a while. Ni Xin said: "Can you please pick up my backpack back, my legs ...... I'm going down the mountain for treatment. ”

Heiichiro Ono said: "Don't pick up backpacks, it's too dangerous, my countryhouse is not far away, bypass this hillside, five or six kilometers to ......"

Heiichiro Ono took two steps forward and said something, and the man nodded again and again. Heiichiro Ono walked back and said, "It seems that there is a bigger torrent, my servant has gone to call someone, and the three of you will come to my house and sit down together, and try to heal this gentleman." ”

Ni Xin was powerless to refuse, and an hour later, several people arrived in front of a log villa surrounded by large trees, crossed a semi-artificial stream, and the flower garden was full of flowers. A ten-year-old girl wearing a light blue kimono printed with a white crane greeted her, and Heiichiro Ono introduced: "This is the little girl Ono Tsuruko, this is the country house of the Ono family, please come in." ”

Ni Xin replied: "The surname is Ni, Ni Xin." ”

Ni Xin looked at each other calmly: "Yes, I am Chinese. ”

The man examined Ni Xin and walked out, and after a while, Heiichiro Ono walked in and said, "Ni Sang, your leg is broken, the flash flood has broken the road, and the car can't go, one of my family members used to be a military doctor, and there are medicines and equipment needed for surgery in the villa, so he will operate on you, okay?" ”

"You're Ono's savior, so I'm supposed to say that. The police academy is on summer vacation, so you will stay here for a few days to rest after surgery. ”

"I see your school badge."

Ni Xin, who dragged the remaining pair of shorts for the convenience of inspection, and was only covered with a thin sheet, blushed and said, "Thank you, Miss...... No, can't let you wash, it's too dirty...... I mean, I wash ...... myself. So what......"