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The young man knelt down on his knees, reached out and grabbed a handful of moist earth, letting it slowly fall from his fingers, the soil carried the heat of summer and the smell of autumn, and the strong fragrance of roses made him breathe intoxicatedly, the mountain wind gusted, and the sound of thin running water was already heard in the distance, probably the clear stream in the mountains.

The boundless mountain scenery and the breeze and water, and the ability to dream about the stars at night are not his greatest pleasures.

Xia Chenghao showed a smile on his face and whispered to himself: "There are so many beautiful scenery in the mountains, no wonder so many people like to stay in the mountains." ”

"Help—" A cry for help was heard in the distance, and the voice was already a little faint.

Xia Chenghao sighed, why can't even the simple wish of staying alone for a few minutes be quietly could not be realized, shaking his head vigorously, but he still stood up and walked slowly in that direction, towards the place where the cry for help was also the sound of water.

After walking forward for almost a dozen steps, I saw a clear spring in the depths of the flowers and trees gently and softly flowing into the stream, meandering among the rocks as you like, moistening the green grass around you.

Xia Chenghao walked slowly up along this clear stream, and gradually came to the depths of the flowers and trees, surrounded by beautiful trees and onions, strange flowers, pleasant, and turned a few times, and came to a place with green pothos and green leaves on all sides, deep and secluded.

Standing on the meadow, ten meters away is a small lake, no more than 100 meters wide, and the water of the lake flows from one end to the other by a mountain stream.

The mountains and rivers are unpolluted. Full transparency. Happily all the way down the stone hillside. Knocking on the rocks and the lake, the sound is crisp. The water of the lake is crystal clear, the swimming fish move with the shadows, and the bluestone at the bottom of the lake is blocked.

There was also a waterfowl swimming in the water in the distance.

"Help me." There was a faint cry for help from behind a clump of grass five meters ahead, and a large canvas bag was placed on it.

Xia Chenghao had already seen the grass being tightly grasped by one hand, but he didn't see the face of the person, and two meters to the left was the waterway where the lake water flowed out, and he could see the clear flowing water singing happily and running down the mountain.

"Quicksand?" Xia Chenghao pursed his lips and walked over cautiously. Remembering every foothold he had taken, he didn't want to fall into such a natural trap and couldn't extricate himself.

Xia Chenghao's foot lightly touched the edge of the bush of grass, and he saw the person who only showed most of his body.

It was a man with light yellow hair, a pointed nose and deep-set gray-blue eyes, still sinking. His hand was desperately grasping the grass, and the roots of the grass were already a little loose, so he didn't dare to move again, for fear that as soon as the grass roots were broken, he would be sucked into the terrifying earth, and his eyes were full of despair.

It wasn't until he saw Xia Chenghao's feet that there was a hint of longing in his eyes.

"Help me." The sound was very faint. The long struggle had exhausted his energy, and it was all in the sand under his thighs.

Xia Chenghao looked at his feet. Then he grabbed the man's hand, and at the same time felt that his land was also beginning to sink, smiled bitterly, shook his hand, took a sharp step back, and stood back to the previous foothold, but his hand did not relax.

Under the two huge pulls, a painful expression appeared on the man's face, Xia Chenghao slowly exerted his strength, and the man's knees were already exposed to the ground.

Just take your time, don't exert too much force at once, otherwise you may tear that hand off, and it will cost the man's life.

Xia Chenghao took a step back, and the man had already been pulled out. This is a sturdy man, not very tall, about 1.65 meters at most, and now he is in a safe lawn.

"Take a good rest and massage your legs yourself." Xia Chenghao put the big canvas bag he had just taken out beside him, the man's body was covered with mud, and his face was also covered with sweat and sand, lying on the ground and shaking and vomiting, then gasping for breath, and when he was a little better, he began to mumble incessantly.

He was thanking God for sending a messenger to pull him out of hell.

"What is God?" Xia Chenghao really couldn't cry or laugh, he didn't want to hear this man thank the god who had never appeared, of course he didn't want others to thank him one by one, if he could, he hoped that this man would quickly take his bag and disappear immediately.

As far as the eye can see, there is a cyan boulder in the closest place to the small waterfall, which seems to have been washed by water for many years, smooth and clean.

Xia Chenghao walked carefully to that place, sat lazily on the bluestone, untied his shoes and socks and immersed his bare feet in the stream, listening to the crisp Ding Dong sound when the stream flowed, while poking his hand into the edge of the stone, he only felt cool and very comfortable.

I don't know how long later, Xia Chenghao looked back, the man was still sitting on the grass, his eyes were looking at the blue sky and white clouds, tears and sweat were mixed with excitement, his face was full of mud, and his hands were clenched in front of his chest with a tragic look of the rest of his life, but in these four red leaves, green grass, thick clouds, light blue or golden mountain scenery, this situation seems a little ridiculous.

Xia Chenghao stood up and walked towards him, he didn't wear shoes, he just stepped barefoot on the grass and sand, the ground was rough and his feet had a natural interest, which was much more comfortable than walking on the cement road in the city.

When the man saw Xia Chenghao coming back, he suddenly stood up and said, "Thank you for saving my life!" My name is Quinton. ”

The man stretched out his hand and suddenly retracted it, probably because he saw that his hand was too dirty.

Xia Chenghao glanced at him, opened the car door, took out a bottle of water from the car, handed it to him, and asked, "Where is your car?" ”

"Thank you! At the bottom of the mountain, I came up to collect water samples. Quinton took the bottle of water, unscrewed the cap, and took a few sips.

"Take water samples? Are you from the Department of Public Health? Xia Chenghao asked.

"No, I'm a professor at a state university." Quinton saw that Xia Chenghao seemed to be a little puzzled, so he followed, "I live nearby, about ten kilometers away from here, during this period of time, some plants have had very strange diseases, the leaves have turned yellow, and some strange waterfowl corpses have been found, and the cause of death is unknown. ”

"So you follow the flow to see if it's polluted?" Xia Chenghao frowned, what Quinton said was obviously caused by the contamination of the groundwater, and all the various chemicals that control insects and rodents and weeds will eventually be added to the slow-moving seepage water and begin its long flow to the sea.

"I checked the information, there was a chemical corps munitions factory near this during the war 500 years ago, and then they were leased to a company to produce pesticides, and there was the same report at that time, and this time we believe that the same thing happened."

"The government says there aren't any factories on there anymore, but we still want to get some water and go to the city for testing, maybe they've sprayed a lot of pesticides on the hills, and they've synthesized new chemicals." ”

[It's about to be 515, I hope to continue to hit the 515 red envelope list, and the red envelope rain will be able to give back to readers and promotional works on May 15. A piece is also love, and it must be better! (To be continued.) )