In Africa, on the calm Nile River, the construction of the Octavian Hydropower Dam is in full swing.

Si Wenshi, an intermediate engineer in hydropower generation from China, was sent to the construction site of the Octavian Hydropower Dam as soon as he graduated from university, and before he knew it, it had been more than four years.

One meter eighty-seven tall, one hundred and seventy pounds, a well-proportioned figure, a Chinese face, a sincere face, the skin is still a little oily under the sun's scorching, too hot, the original white young man has been coated with a layer of light golden, almost into the sparkling golden yellow of the Nile.

As a rare person in science and engineering, Xi Wenshi has long hair like a Taoist priest with a ball head, no hairpin, and a gold hoop to put it on, which is golden, but it is really made of gold! Every time I go out, the return rate is super high, and when I rest, I like to find a local guide, hang a DSLR camera and drive an off-road vehicle to the prairie to collect wind.

Homesick wanderers, most of their spare time life is lonely. It seems that most Chinese people have a planting rhapsody in their hearts, if there is spare land, they must always think about planting something, otherwise their hearts will be empty. No, dozens of acres of vacant land near the water conservancy dam have become a paradise for Chinese planting experts, and a group of engineers like to fiddle with a few acres of vegetable fields in their spare time, plant some vegetables to enrich the kitchen dishes of the engineering team, and also exercise.

Being in a foreign country for several years without returning to China, the inner way of the outside of the heart of the Western Wenshi gradually revealed, because of the hot weather, keen to wear comfortable clothes, specially purchased a lot of cotton and linen clothes from the domestic Internet, the style of antique wear comfortable, at the beginning of wearing it let the chief engineer say through, and then changed to wear it when resting.

At the end of March, the engineering department needed to go to Khartoum to receive daily necessities from China, and five fully loaded containers had arrived, which was three months' supplies for the engineering department, as well as homesick items that employees purchased online and mailed at home. Sivenstone led the truck driver of the engineering department, Malek, to receive the supplies in Port Sudan smoothly. As he walked back, Malek moved his mind and encouraged Siven to help one of his relatives bring a batch of crop seeds back to the market town near the Octavian Dam, and soon the truck loaded with supplies was stacked with 100,000 catties of cassava, sweet potatoes, potatoes, and pepper seeds, and the forty-ton truck was filled at once. Malek's relatives were very grateful, and gave us two large bags of flatbread in the truck bed and a pound of spice frankincense, which was a good thing.

The weather of the Nile River is said to change, in the morning there is a cool breeze, at noon it changes the sky, the black clouds cover the top in an instant, the thunderbolt lightning is not money to fall, if you penetrate the clouds, you will find that a diameter of hundreds of kilometers of lightning balls are tightly wrapped, crackling lightning brewing in it, looming, pouring rain, like a dam flood pouring downward.

It's a good trip and bad weather.

The windshield wipers of the big trucks were no longer working, the potholed road became more and more difficult to drive, a small car in front broke down, and the cars behind stopped.

It was noon, and many people were still hungry. The driver, Malek, took out the 1911 pistol pinned to his waist, opened the insurance and handed it to Si Wenshi, smiled and showed a mouthful of big white teeth, and said: "Wenshi, you look at the car, be careful of the thieves, I'll get out of the car and find something to eat." ”

Xi Wenshi looked at the rainstorm outside the window, and said worriedly: "Such a heavy rain, you should be careful." "I can't say he's hungry too, and I can't solve it just by drinking water.

As soon as Malek opened the door, he rushed into the rain and fog, and the moment the door opened, the wind rushed in with the smell of grass and mud from the prairie, and then with a snap, the door was closed by Malek again, and Sivenstone was alone in the car, holding a 1911 pistol and staring at the window.

In the closed cab, Siwenstone rubbed the 1911 pistol in both hands. Look out the window at the rain. It's been a long time since I've been looking at the rain outside with such an empty heart, and suddenly I have the idea of running into the downpour, letting the torrential rain wash my body and mind, and wash away the fatigue of this tropical rainforest. Is there a drop or two of the rain in my hometown? Sivenstone really wanted to take a sip of the raindrops outside the window.

Xi Wenshi remembered that when he graduated from his senior year, on the way back to the current company for an interview, there was also a sudden downpour, which was less than two kilometers away, and Xi Wenshi, who did not bring an umbrella, ran all the way back to the dormitory, under the eaves on both sides of the street, there were many people who were sheltering from the rain, and the feeling in the rain was really great. The soaked clothes felt sticky against the body, the rain made it difficult to breathe, and the dirt on the body and mind seemed to be peeled off with the rain one by one, flowing down the road and down the sewer.

Sivenstone tried to open the window of the car to catch the rain from the window. There was a sound of thunder, and a shiny sphere fell far away, and Sivenite lost consciousness.

If the western stone can pass through the clouds, you will see that the big lightning ball above the clouds has actually cracked, and the lightning bolts are wrapped one after another, and they are wrapped in one another, galloping towards the surface of the earth.

I don't know how long it took, but Sivenstone woke up. Sivenstone was still sitting in the truck, holding a 1911 pistol in his hand. A shining point of light pierced through the window of the car and dissolved into the chest of the Syrangite, and the words of electric sound came from the ear: "You have a Jiazi time, flying in the sky." ”

The rain had stopped, the sun was shining outside the car window, very strange scenes, very strange words.

In front of Xi Wenshi's eyes, a young man in front of the truck was dressed in a one-piece silk-like bright yellow robe, holding a sandalwood folding fan, and with the beauty of Pan An, leaning nervously on the side of the carriage, surrounded by four attendants holding long knives, staring at a man with a sword and a black scarf running over in the nearby woods.