Time flickered and almost ten years have passed, Pu Yingjue has long been accustomed to the life of Orion, although he is dependent on his young daughter, but there is no deceit in life, there is no bullying of men and women, with skillful hunting skills and a beautiful vision of life, the hardships of life are nothing, and they are still comfortable.

Through the thick rain curtain, this small mountain village in the distance stands lonely like an old man in a col surrounded by mountains, and you can vaguely see the fluorescent light from the window lattice, and only then can you feel a trace of breath from this dead silence. A stream meanders east against the village, and the sound of rushing water is so constant that it is difficult to discern the boundary of the stream even during the day. The rain has changed the original appearance of the stream, and the muddy water mixed with the mud in the mountains has not had time to rush forward to both sides of the embankment, and several drainage ditches in the village have long been washed away.

The rain has been falling for half a month, sometimes crackling like a bean, sometimes gray as if covered with a thin veil, the sun is like a girl waiting to be married in the boudoir, unwilling to show up for a long time. At first, people who were already accustomed to working in the fields could still thank God for their blessings and get a chance to recuperate, and watching the rain soak in the dry fields was more enjoyable than drinking a sip of sweet mountain spring water.

Idle villagers, especially young people, strength is always inexhaustible, at this moment the hero is not out of use, just a few days after the rain, the sky is not dark, the smoke will rise, the black curtain is draped, one after another calls sounded in all corners of the village, provoked a few old yellow dogs in the village who trembled when they walked, and the widow Liu in the west of the village was unhappy, standing in front of her own door, pointing at Sang and scolding Huai in the direction of the dog's barking: "Barking, shameless things." Deliberately slammed the door, this venting did not let Widow Liu taste a trace of pleasure, only sporadic dog barking in response, at this moment Widow Liu's heart was like a knife, envy and jealousy stirred together, the whole body seemed to be crawling with ants, itching, and muttered softly: "A group of girls, who have never been young, if my family's life is not short, I will still suffer this crime, and I will be humiliated by you." "Thinking about it, my eyes blurred, and the past was like a flood that broke a dam, out of control.

The young men of the village did not stop at this scolding, as if they had sounded the trumpet of the charge, and thousands of troops rushed away. The little daughter-in-law became more depressed due to her reserve, and her hurried murmur was more charming and sultry.

The continuous rains have worn out people's passion and patience, and waiting has become an ordeal. In the early morning, hearing the sound of the rain outside, people seemed to have eaten sleepy insects, they were listless, standing under the eaves, rubbing their sleepy eyes, looking at the ocean, sighing, then turning around and falling sideways on the bed, and suddenly fell asleep, maybe this is a scoundrel, but more of a coward's escape. The sound of the rain was endless, and the night was so empty and deep, just like the people in a rainy night, they were as helpless as they could only wait.

A dim light slowly moved from the mountains to the village, not long after, the door of the village party secretary was knocked loudly, the old village party secretary scolded his mother in a daze in the quilt, reluctantly climbed up, put on a coat lazily opened the door, looked at the clay man in front of him, stunned for a moment, rubbed his eyes vigorously, and said in surprise: "Township Chief Zhou, you, you are, hurry, come into the house." ”

"Guo Zhishu, come, it's too late, quickly notify the whole village to transfer urgently, it's too late if you don't leave." Deputy Township Chief Zhou panted, his face flushed.

Guo Zhishu was frightened, and asked in horror: "It's going to rain harder, can the sky still fall?" ”

Deputy Township Chief Zhou walked straight to the table of the Eight Immortals in the hall, picked up the water cup and poured a stream of water, and roared solemnly: "Evacuate quickly, the flood will be discharged at ten o'clock in the evening, and it will be too late to leave." Then he ran to the door and roared hoarsely, and when he saw the door, he kicked and knocked violently.

Guo Zhishu raised his hand and looked at the time, it was nearly nine o'clock, he hurriedly put on his clothes, ran to the bed and dragged his dazed wife up, and after a few words, he hurriedly took off the broken gong hanging on the wall of the hall, stumbled out, and shouted while beating the gong: "Villagers, it's going to be flooded, it's going to be flooded, evacuate to the mountain quickly......"

The villagers were awakened by the sound of gongs and roars, and the barking of dogs echoed and became hurried, and the villagers who woke up rubbed their hazy sleepy eyes and stood in front of the house and looked around, as if it were a prank, until the monsoon wind mixed with rain woke them up, but they had long been accustomed to the rain, and dragged their families suspiciously, and packed their bags in an orderly manner.

The whole village seems to have become a pot of porridge, the roaring sounds, the barking of dogs, and the cries of children are intertwined, as if time has jumped to the year when the devils entered the village to sweep away, only the three families at the east end of the village and the whole village are still swimming in their sleep, insulated from the chaotic scenery outside.

Guo Zhishu stood by the stream and banged the gong desperately, roared at the top of his throat, passed through the rain curtain, fixed his eyes, and the other side was still indifferent, so anxious that the old branch secretary was like an ant at the bottom of a hot pot, and cold sweat and hot sweat were pouring out.

Deputy Township Chief Zhou led a few villagers to rush over, pointed to the other side and said solemnly: "What about the bridge, notify you when you cross the bridge." ”

"It was long past to be able to cross the bridge, there is only a single-plank bridge here, and now it is flooded, and the lights are blind, and even a shadow cannot be found." Guo Zhishu stretched out his hand and touched it in the water, and said dejectedly.

"I can't care so much, time waits for no one, human life is bigger than the sky, Xiao Guo, you go into the water, find out where the bridge is, and swim along the bridge." Deputy Township Chief Zhou's voice was like a bell, and he said with righteousness.

The young man named Xiao Guo is Guo Zhengliang, the nephew of Guo Zhishu, who has been to the township with Guo Zhishu for a few meetings, so Deputy Township Chief Zhou knows him, and also knows that he has a flexible mind and is Guo Zhishu's right-hand man, especially in dealing with villager conflicts and disputes, he is not as old as Guo Zhishu, he is very prestigious among the younger generation in the village, and his mouth is also very sweet, Guojiazhuang's future is counting on them. Guo Zhengliang listened to it at that time, his face was red and his ears were hot, and his heart was surging, as if he could penetrate time and space, see his bright future, and always regarded Deputy Township Chief Zhou as a nobleman, and felt that Maxima had finally found Bole, and the hero had a place to play.

Guo Zhengliang took off his shoes without hesitation, and did not try whether the water was cold or not, and directly waded into the water and touched it like catching a fish. Guo Zhishu was stunned for a moment when he saw Guo Zhengliang go directly into the water, and then kindly admonished: "Pay attention to safety, be careful!" ”

Guo Zhengliang was ecstatic and said: "Township Chief Zhou, I found it, I found it." ”

"Quick, swim over and notify everyone." Deputy Township Chief Zhou said excitedly, the taut strings finally relaxed, and looked at the opposite side in a daze through the rain curtain.

"Ryoko, be careful." The old branch secretary echoed worriedly.

Not long after Guo Zhengliang disappeared from everyone's sight, a rumbling sound came from afar, like a landslide and a crack. The screams in the distance came and went, piercing the rain curtain, accompanied by a rumbling sound, everyone looked at each other in horror, and quickly looked into the distance, except for the rumbling sound, it was the thick rain curtain under the night, and everyone was stunned. Deputy Township Chief Zhou was the first to come to his senses and said tremblingly: "It's not good, run, the flood is coming, run to the mountain." ”

Deputy Township Chief Zhou pulled his legs and ran forward two steps, as if he remembered something, raised his wrist and looked at his watch by the dim flashlight, despair quickly spread to the whole body, he hung his wrist weakly, and stood up in a daze, and looked back to see Guo Zhishu still standing on the bank of the creek in a daze, looking at the other bank, and hurriedly ran over and dragged the old branch secretary and said: "It's man-made, Xiao Guo is clever, and it will be fine." ”

The old branch secretary turned back three times in one step, his eyes were already blurred, and he couldn't tell whether it was tears or rain, his heart was mixed with each other, helplessness and despair also hit his heart, the past seemed to come with this flood suddenly, people were caught off guard, and the scene of the eldest brother holding Gu before his death lingered, as if his arm was still being tightly dragged by the eldest brother, and he was deeply trapped in the flesh, his heart was like a knife, and the blood rushed to his head and flowed out of his eyes.