Love, is to draw the ground as a prison, and then miss each other, therefore, love is bitter, but it is also because of love, so many choices will not regret, "Choice" is a song, love is an inexhaustible song of life. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Generation, generation, and endlessly.

In room 202 of the headquarters building of the Sunflower Love Alliance, this afternoon, Mr. Yun Zhi was tired of writing again, this time he accepted the invitation of Haiwen of Huaguo Wenyuan Pavilion to create a new documentary novel of "The Bride of Yelang", this novel is not too long, only tens of thousands of words, but because it involves foreign human geography, it is particularly difficult to write.

Mr. Yunzhi does not have the arrogant and pretentious temperament of ordinary Chinese literati, and he has no ambition to change the way of the world.

"Daughter-in-law, I miss you. Mr. Yunzhi took out his mobile phone, and if he simply wrote a text message, he sent it.

"Well, you too, husband, remember to be good. Miss YY replied simply.

This habit, he and she have maintained for more than 20 years, since Mr. Yunzhi and Miss YY talked about elephants, earth signs people are born with unshakable stability, so they can do it, and the water will flow for a long time. The biggest advantage of text messages over phone calls is that they don't interrupt the other person's work.

Of course, the content of the communication between husband and wife can be casual.

When Mr. Yunzhi was immersed in the joy of small happiness, a gray-faced, sloppy clothes, and a strong man from the north suddenly ran in outside the door, Mr. Yunzhi raised his eyes and looked, this person was about thirty years old, with a kind face, but there were some legendary appearances of Song Gongming.

"Sir, I, I, I... The sloppy man said in a hurry, probably because he was too excited to see Mr. Yunzhi, and he actually choked on something important in his throat.

"Ah, I said big brother, don't worry, don't worry, I see that the shoes on your feet are also torn, so you can go next door to take a shower, change into clean clothes, and then go to our cafeteria for a nutritious breakfast, and then, come back and say it's not too late, okay?" Mr. Yun Zhi learned the tone of his idol Mr. Zhuge Kongming at this time to appease this good brother who came from afar.

It can be seen that he is not easy,

It can be seen that he is very bitter.

This year, for the people of China, it is a year of many disasters and difficulties, in July, a tornado broke out in Yanzhou, and 59 people were reported dead after the disaster, although Mr. Yunzhi's girlfriend Qingqing did not choose him in the end, but at this critical juncture of life and death, Mr. Yunzhi still took the initiative to try to contact her without hesitation, of course, the purpose is very simple, is to hope that the other party can report safety.

Separated, no longer in touch, I hope we are all right,

This is called: affection and righteousness.

In August, Youzhou suffered a heavy rainstorm that had not been encountered in a hundred years, and the rainfall reached 550ml in an hour, of course, the rainstorm is not terrible, the real terrible is the torrent that can destroy everything after the rainstorm.

The men in the north of China are very different from the men's men, and the little men in the south are delicately different in that the men in the north do things, just like their bodies, they are very thick, and in less than ten minutes, the man who appeared in front of Mr. Yunzhi again was already very sloppy.

"A thirty-year-old man should be dressed like this, by the way, let me have something to say, you have come to me so far away, what's the matter?" Mr. Yun Zhi praised first, and then asked curiously.

"Sir, you must help me, you must help me, I beg you, I really beg you. The man still wanted to speak and stopped, with a very embarrassed expression.

"I cal, I haven't heard of it, you northerners are also so ridiculous, what the hell, if you don't say it, how can I help you?" Mr. Yun Zhi said urgently.

"Sir, my daughter-in-law ran away, I'm sorry for her, she ran away, woo woo. After the man finished speaking, he held his head again, slowly squatted on the ground and sobbed.

Looking at this big man in the north, the painful appearance, Mr. Yun Zhi was also indescribably sad, he had helped many people in his life, but not everyone, he could help understand.

This man's name is Fengshou, a native of Youzhou, China, his family has a total of 6 people, he lives with his wife Xiaoyan, 4-year-old daughter, 2-year-old son and parents, his father lives in a room with Fengshou due to leg inconvenience, and his mother lives alone in the West House. At about 21 o'clock in the evening of the 19th, Fengshou returned to his small van and learned through the circle of cronies and friends that there was a torrential rain in Xingtai, and it was very likely that there would be a flash flood. After receiving the news, the harvest immediately rushed home. His original plan was to drive the car directly to his mother's house in the west after returning home, pick up his mother and then walk to the east road, so that even if the flash flood came, he would have time to rescue his father, wife and a pair of children.

However, when Harvest drove the car to the alley of his mother's house, he waited in the car for more than 3 hours, and the expected flash flood never came, and then Harvest drove the car back to his house in a daze. When his wife Xiaoyan learned that there might be a flood, she was so frightened that she didn't dare to sleep, but she quickly fell asleep after a tiring day's harvest.

At 1:50 a.m. at night, in the midst of a terrible darkness, his wife Xiaoyan vaguely heard the distant radio saying that there was a flood, so she woke up her husband on the side of the harvest. The speed at which the water flooded into the house made Harvest almost lose his judgment, and Harvest instinctively chose to run to his mother's house.

Within 2 minutes of Fengshou arriving at his mother's house, the water had already flooded his stomach, and in desperation, Feng Minshou could only push his mother into the neighbor's house on the other side of the lane. After saving his mother, Fengshou wanted to rush back home to save his father, wife and children, but at this time it was too late, and the rapids had already flooded his chest. At 4 a.m., when the flood waters began to recede, and Harvest used his last strength to move his shovel to his house little by little, he looked up sharply and was overjoyed to find his father and wife and children on the roof, they were still alive, but his wife Xiaoyan had not spoken since. The day after moving to the resettlement site ten miles away from Daxian Village, Fengshou returned to the village to investigate the situation, and his wife Xiaoyan took advantage of this gap to take the family's only 2,000 sheep money and left with her children without a sound.

Mother and wife, if you fall into the water, which one to save first?

After all, the palms and backs of your hands are full of meat.

However, mourning is nothing greater than dying.

"Sir, I miss her, I want Xiaoyan to come home with me. Fengshou said weakly to Mr. Yunzhi.

"Then bring mooncakes to the door, kowtow and ask her to come back, she loves you and will forgive you." Mr. Yunzhi replied with a smile.

The wife of the chaff can be with each other for a lifetime and love each other for a lifetime.