The rain continued to rain like the sky was leaking.

The rain hit the car window, and it was white, and the scenery outside was invisible. Water trickled in through the cracks in the windows, soaking the walls and seats and dripping down.

The train slowed down and stopped.

A passenger from the previous carriage climbed up the door of this carriage wet to take a break and bring news from the front. A cacophony of chatter spilled in from the doorway.

"I heard that there is a mudslide and a landslide ahead."

Ma Haowen jumped off the train with a "plop" and ran wildly in the direction from which the tracks came.

Heavy rain washed away the gravel and the road was very slippery. He kept falling, getting up, stumbling and running.

On the platform of the small station, Ma Fei was still tiptoeing in the direction of the train. A lot of cars stopped, a lot of cars drove away, people ran in and out in a panic, and he didn't pay much attention.

Suddenly, the station horn sounded a piercing siren.

A railway worker wearing a big-brimmed hat rushed past Ma Fei, ran back quickly, and grabbed him in a panic: "Why is there a child here?" Transfer now! Fast! ”

"I ...... I'm waiting for my dad! ”

Ma Fei pointed to the direction of the railroad tracks, and even compared the drawing tape, trying his best to distinguish; However, the thunder rumbled, the sirens were flustered, and no one could hear what he was saying. The staff was full of anxiety, looked at the sky, and put a raincoat on Ma Fei without saying anything, and forcibly took him away.

Ma Fei was not able to stay where he was waiting for his father, and Ma Haowen was not able to find his son on the platform. Because neither father nor son thought that what they were experiencing was a heavy rain that had not been seen in a century......

"In the past few days, the once-in-a-century flood has ravaged the entire Yangtze River basin, and heavy rainfall continues in many places. PLA officers and soldiers carried out search and rescue work for the trapped victims......"

The sound of the "News Network" came from a shop on the street of Guangzhou.

The shop is not large, half of the door is a façade for selling goods and serving customers, and the half against the wall is a warehouse for stacking goods. There are a lot of goods, and a few pieces of furniture and electrical appliances for self-use really can't be placed, so they are simply placed at the door of the store and under the eaves of the arcade.

Xiao Meng, the owner of the shop, was carrying cigarettes down from the small truck, and his wife, Xinyu, twisted the electric fan and lay on the box, watching TV while writing price tags for the goods.

On the TV screen, landslides and floods raged, and PLA soldiers pulled up their trouser legs and covered in mud to rescue one victim after another.

Suddenly, a familiar figure broke into the television frame. He had unkempt hair, his face was covered in mud, he held a crumpled color photograph in his hand, and he asked people all over the world, "My son." Who saw my son? ”

In the photo, a tall teenager stands in front of a fighter model and is grinning.

Xinyu stood up suddenly, the box was knocked over, and the price tags were scattered all over the ground.

Flood! Flood! God has no eyes!

Yesterday, the village was full of flowers, big yellow dogs ran around at the entrance of the village, and the aroma of steamed vegetables and rice wafted through the pond with the smoke of cooking. Today, all flowers and dogs and aromas are drowned in filthy dark muddy water.

Yesterday, Uncle Li celebrated his birthday and deliberately changed a pair of new cloth shoes, and Second Brother Zhang gave him a pair of chess pieces that he had sharpened, and the two of them happily played a game. Today, they are all homeless orphans, and they no longer have a name, only one name: disaster victims.

Ma Haowen struggled against the flow of evacuees. The faces that greeted him were black, white, red and swollen eyes...... Someone's child was found, and the mother hugged the child and cried bitterly.

A man wearing a large-brimmed hat with a railway logo walked over wrapped in the crowd, and it was the same staff member who had transferred Ma Fei from the platform of the small station. Ma Haowen saw that he had a kind face, so he hurriedly stopped and asked.

The staff had been helping the victims for a day, and they were exhausted, and after Ma Haowen mentioned it, they vaguely remembered that there was indeed a child. He stood on tiptoe and pointed roughly east above the crowd.

Ma Haowen rushed east.

There is a small piece of high ground to the east, which is the only one in the radius. Crowds of victims flocked to the shore, and the orange kayaks of PLA soldiers kept docking on the shore, carrying people up and leaving.

"Everyone, please evacuate immediately. Please evacuate immediately, everyone. An officer shouted with a loudspeaker.

Ma Haowen pounced like crazy: "Let me in." My son is probably inside, let me in......"

Several warriors desperately grabbed him.

"If you want to go in, you can't get out. The next flood peak will come in an hour. The officer put down the loudspeaker and said solemnly.

At this moment, Ma Fei was in a small building not far away.

He can't remember how those four days came by. He only dimly remembered that he had been running—running in the flow of people, running in the flow of water. There were many, many people around him sometimes, and all of a sudden, he was the only one left.

There was no one else in the small building for a long time, and now the water was getting higher and higher, all kinds of furniture and objects were floating, and there was a suffocating smell in the air.

Ma Fei felt the water rushing against his body, cold to the bone. He began to retreat incessantly, trembling all over. Despair and fear made him cry silently.

On the high ground outside, Ma Haowen's voice trembled, and he begged repeatedly: "You can't withdraw." There should still be people inside, comrade, thank you, you really can't withdraw. Thank you. ”

The officer handed the loudspeaker to the assistant next to him, who turned around and continued to shout: "One last notice!" Everyone, evacuate now! ”

Ma Haowen suddenly stepped forward and snatched the assistant's horn.

"What for?" The assistant was startled, and reflexively wanted to hold him down, but was stopped by the officer.

Ma Haowen clasped his hands together and explained apologetically: "Just let me say a word." Just one word! He turned his head and shouted with all his strength: "Ma Fei, Ma Fei!" I'm Daddy! I don't know if you can hear it, I'm Dad! ”

In the besieged small building, Ma Fei, who was on the verge of despair, suddenly heard his name vaguely.

"Daddy! I'm here! Father! Father! ”

He shouted as he tried to wade towards the door.

The sound of rain, the sound of floods, the sound of shouts...... There was a huge chaos and noise, and no one could hear Ma Fei's shouts.

Ma Haowen took a deep breath and shouted again:

"If you can hear me, son! Look around you! Find a way! Use your brain and figure it out! You can come out! You can come out! ”

Ma Fei heard it.

Dad's words were like a shot in the arm, which made Ma Fei regain confidence in himself. He wiped away his tears and looked at the floating furniture and clutter. He felt rationality coming back to his brain.

On the high ground outside, the officer in charge of the command received the latest instructions from the walkie-talkie, and his face suddenly became grim.

"Hong Feng was ahead of schedule and arrived here fifteen minutes later. Everyone must evacuate immediately! Fast! "The scene was instantly chaotic.

Ma Haowen was so anxious that his whole body trembled: "Comrade, wait one more minute!" If my son can come out, he will definitely come out......"

"Evacuate!"

The officer, his assistants, the fighters, and their kayaks all turned around and prepared to leave. Ma Haowen lowered his head in despair.

It was at this time......

"Daddy!"

Ma Haowen instantly raised his head and searched around.

"Daddy!"

Under everyone's gaze, something floated on the waves not far away.

A brightly colored ribbon waved over the waves, and beneath the streamer, one of the strangest water carriers in the world was revealed. It was a simple raft composed of door panels and torn sheets, and Ma Fei was paddling hard with his hands as oars! Stubbornness was written all over his face.

A detached door panel that can be used as the main body of the raft. There is no rope and can be replaced with sheets and sheets. How to make a raft is not in any textbook, but it is something that a teenager might think.

The premise is that he must have the habit of independent thinking and the courage to face life......

Ma Haowen hugged his son tightly.