Little Fiction ｜ Wei Yongbai: Floods are coming

Text/Wei Yongbai

This is a 50 -year -old flood. The water of the Lingxi River rose seven or eighty centimeters. The floods overflowing from the river embankment wrapped the branches and weeds, and rushed to Weiping unscrupulously.

The village director's soldiers held the flood prevention meeting from the town, and rushed back to the village department in a short time to inform the team members to organize villagers to evacuate. After the work was arranged, the soldier called his wife Ladmei, saying that the rain would not be stopped soon and half, and asked her to take the Erbao to the Houshan Forest Farm. Ladmei promised that he was about to hang up, and the soldier added again: "You ... don't forget to call him ..." Lada knew what the soldier said, and couldn't help but sigh, and said, "It's really a pair of pairs enemy!"

Since marrying a soldier, Lamen has never heard a man calling his father. Lada didn't understand what the two grandfathers had a deep hatred. After questioning, the soldiers told the truth. More than 20 years ago, the soldiers were studying in the city. In the first two days of the summer, a heavy rain led to the soaring river and drowned the entire village. The big soldier dad had been a soldier or a party member, and then he was busy to save people. The soldiers saved a lot of people that day, but the soldiers had something wrong. She was the only one who was killed in the flood. The soldiers hated his dad. Since then, he has never called him a dad. It ’s really something, so he replaced him.

After reading high school, the soldiers first went to work outside, saved some money to come back to farm, and became the leader of local technology to get rich in a few years. After that, the soldiers bought a car and got married and had children. Later, he was elected as the director of the village committee.

Later, the soldier's attitude towards him gradually changed. Dumplings at home, or do something delicious, do not forget to ask Lamei to send him some (his dad lives in the original old house). However, the soldiers have never called a dad.

Lamei only brought some necessary items, holding the umbrella, and led Erbao to the old house. The rain was still pouring down, a lightning slanted, and then a thunder sounded. Erbao was timid and drilled into her mother's arms.

When I arrived at the old house, Ladmei shouted "Dad" outside, and no one answered. Erbao followed the cry "Grandpa", and no one responded. Dad may be gone. Thinking of this, Lames took Erbao and walked towards the mountain step by step.

At noon, the soldiers withdrew more than 10 villagers to a safe area. They just wanted to rest for a while, and the mobile phone rang. Take a look at the document, saying that Fubo hasn't withdrawn it yet. The soldier's heart suddenly tightened. Fubo was in his 70s, his wife walked early, and a daughter married to the country. It was rare to come back in a few years. "I know, let me see it." Hanging the phone, the soldiers discerned the direction, and walked towards the Fubo's house.

The flood quickly reached the waist of the soldier. He took a wooden stick, and tentatively moved forward. Soon, the water arrived at the army's breasts, and the wind was rushing. He walked for a while, swimming for a while, and finally arrived at Fubo's house. Fubo's door was open, and the floods have not passed the window.

"Fu Bo." The soldier called loudly. "Hey ..." Fu Bo's weak voice came from the house.

The soldiers threw the wooden stick and swim in the house, and saw that Fu Bo, who had a pale face, hugged the barrel in the water and floated in the water. Too late to think about it, the soldier dragged Fubo to swim. As soon as it was swimming three or five meters away, Fuber's house collapsed. The soldiers took Fubo, and only felt that their chests were tight and short, and they remembered that they only ate a little in the morning. In addition, after a long time of time, they had a severe overdraft. The soldiers were a little panicked.

At this time, someone swim here. A closer look, it turned out to be him. The soldier shouted without a good way: "What are you doing? Don't die!" He didn't have a caching, and he caught Fubo wandering from the soldiers. The soldiers intend to follow, how can they be weak. A wave of waves came, the soldiers took a few sips of water, and for a while, they didn't sink. Soon, he swam back again, still not speechless, dragging his soldiers to travel back. The soldiers were struggling, and he was tighter by him.

It may be young, or it may be consumed too much before, and he can't move. Fortunately, there is a tree in front of the arms. The two swam hard and grabbed the trunk. The soldier gasped and said, "Don't control me, let's go." He wiped the water on his face and said, "I won't leave you."

The big soldier was angry: "That year, why did you leave my mother?" He bowed his head and said in silence, "I finished saving others, turned back to save your mother, and followed the situation. We caught a tree. The tree is too thin to support two people ... "The soldiers listened seriously. "Later, your mother didn't pay attention to me, and she loosened myself ..." The soldiers froze.

The flood is still rising, and the current is becoming more turbulent, and the tree will break. He said with wet eyes, "The rescue person is coming, you have to hold it up." The soldier nodded, "Well, we must hold it up." He smiled slightly, and suddenly let go, and there was no trace.

A trembling in his heart, shouting in the direction he disappeared: "Dad ..."

【About the Author】

Wei Yongbai, a member of the Hunan Writers Association. His works are scattered in "Novels", "Hunan Literature", "Selection of Micro Novels", "Selection of Novels" and so on. Selecting a number of works in the annual excellent novels.

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