urban security

Night fell, and it was already past seven or eight in the evening. I sat on the back of the old motorcycle, letting it bump forward. Two hours had passed, and it was too difficult to get a taxi at night. Finally, I gritted my teeth and decided to pay more money and stop a motorcycle taxi. The motorcycle taxi asked for 50 yuan! Although the price was high, I had no choice at the moment.

Sitting in the car, I kept contacting "General L", but the signal seemed unstable and the intermittent calls made me anxious. What's worse is that "General L" couldn't tell me the specific destination, only mentioned a city and a place called "Section A". I asked in confusion: "Where should I go?"

The motorcycle driver was also confused and had no idea what was going on. He could only ask passers-by for directions while riding his motorcycle. It was late at night and the surroundings were pitch black. There was not even a street lamp on either side of the road. The whole environment seemed very dark and depressing. Only the faint lights in the distance made the road ahead of us a little brighter.

The car drove through streets and alleys. Some sections were brightly lit, as bright as day; while some places were dimly lit, giving people a gloomy feeling. From a distance, you can see that the factory area not far ahead is still brightly lit, and the workers are busy day and night. The driver drove very fast, as if he wanted to drive the motorcycle like an airplane, and he only wanted to take me to the destination as soon as possible. Maybe he was not familiar with the route, so he had to stop from time to time to ask the traffic police on the roadside how to get there. Fortunately, the traffic police were very enthusiastic and pointed out the direction to him in detail: "Go straight from here, turn right at the intersection in front, and then drive straight ahead to get there... It will probably take about an hour." After listening to the traffic police, the driver started the engine again and continued to rush towards the goal.

The trees on both sides of the road are arranged neatly. The night breeze blows gently, and the leaves make a rustling sound, as if whispering some secret.

Under the illumination of the street lamps, their figures were elongated, as if blending into the night and becoming part of the dark green. The weather was clear and pleasant that night. Although there were many stars in the sky, their light was too weak to illuminate the road under our feet. However, this little bit of starlight brought a little comfort to those who left their hometowns and worked hard outside.

Just as the song titled "Stars Light Up" goes: "Stars light up, illuminating my home..." These faint starlights may not be able to dispel the darkness, but at least they can make people who are wandering in a foreign land feel less lonely and helpless. In this way, the driver drove the vehicle, full of love, shuttling between the streets and alleys of the city.

After passing through countless streets and turning countless corners, the car finally arrived at the destination. At that familiar intersection, the passengers got off the car one after another and set out on their way home. The kind driver continued to drive his taxi and disappeared into the vast night.

Finally, we arrived at the uphill section of the legendary National Highway 103. The road surface stretched upwards, as if telling people that they were about to reach their destination. The breeze at night should have been so gentle and soft, but under the impact of the speeding motorcycle, it became wild and violent, full of power, and the wind whipped violently in my ears, making bursts of whistling sounds.

It was early spring, and the weather was still cold, and the chill of winter had not yet been completely shaken off. As the chill hit, the driver stopped the motorcycle at a place where water was supposed to be added to the car. He greeted the staff there, asked about the road conditions ahead, and then lit a cigarette and slowly savored it. After a short rest, the driver got on the motorcycle again, the engine roared, and I continued to step on the accelerator and rushed forward.

We rode at lightning speed, faster and faster, as if we were leaving the land behind. Before long, a busy scene appeared in front of us - that was where the construction site was. Jun Ge mentioned that if we rode forward for about two hours from here, we would reach the place mentioned by No. 2 Middle School.

There is a huge lake on both sides of the road. It used to be close to the surrounding mountains, but now it is divided into two by the newly built road. The mountain on one side has been excavated beyond recognition and looks quite desolate. On the other side, there are tall buildings under construction. Their main structures have been formed and workers are busy working on them.

As night fell, the construction site was brightly lit, and various construction vehicles kept shuttling back and forth. The roar of the machines came and went, and the lights of the tower cranes and searchlights complemented each other, illuminating the entire construction site. Those construction vehicles, mud trucks, mud slag trucks, and slurry trucks came and went like a stream of crucian carp, creating a lively scene. I was standing on the side of the road thinking about something, when I suddenly heard someone shouting, "Stirring vegetables! Something's wrong, come in quickly." I looked closely and it turned out to be Brother Jiang. I saw him standing by a small path with a dice in his hand. Maybe because there were security guards blocking the seats, not many students passed by here.

At this time, a motorcycle drove over. The driver was wearing a helmet and his face could not be seen clearly. But the one-sided motorcycle he drove was quite special, and the seat seemed a bit empty. While the security guard was not paying attention, he accelerated and squeezed through the gap, and took me all the way to the No. 2 Middle School. After arriving, he waved at me and motioned me to get off. The car was parked not far ahead. The driver took off his helmet and said to me: "This place is really hard to find. I looked for a long time and asked many people before I found it. And it's still late at night..." Mr. L heard it and said quickly: "Thank you for your hard work! Do you want some money for the fare?" Then he turned to ask me, "Do you have any money on you? Give it to him."

I nodded and replied, "Yes." Then he quickly took out a crumpled fifty-yuan bill from his pocket, handed it carefully to the driver, and stepped onto the motorcycle seat impatiently. Then he rushed away like a rabbit, and disappeared at the end of the road in an instant. While riding, he looked back from time to time, his eyes eagerly looking towards home - his wife was anxiously waiting for his return at home. Not far away, a huge muck truck was parked on the side of the road to load goods. It could carry more than 20 cubic meters of materials at a time. In just a few dozen minutes, the car was full. As the vehicle started and drove, the front of the car began to slowly turn, about 27 degrees. At this time, you can see thick smoke coming out of the tall chimney at the rear of the car; when there is no cargo, only light blue smoke drifts out. The heat carried by the smoke continues to accumulate in the internal combustion engine and the surrounding area behind it.

The one-arm platform in the trunk is emitting waves of heat. During the day, you can see the young, strong and skilled guy staying inside, operating various handles and buttons with ease. He has now become the second-in-command here, whether it is braking, taking off and landing, lowering, digging, leveling, moving forward, moving backward and rotating, every job is done very well.

There is an excavator parked next to the acceptance reception desk, and the excavator is operating the bucket to make the final finishing touches on both sides. Since the main part of the house falls directly on the road surface, the ground around it needs to be filled with a bucket. Some experienced excavator masters do a very good job, but some people are not so careful, so some dirt will inevitably fall on the ground and dirty the cement road surface.

The clatter of horses' hooves was like a grand symphony being played. On that sunny day, the dust was flying like a herd of frightened wild horses galloping away. The sound of horses' hooves resounded through the sky, carrying endless passion and vitality, as if they were about to break through the sky. They were like messengers from ancient times, conveying a spirit of moving forward courageously and never giving up.

However, when it rains, everything becomes different. The sound of the raindrops interweaves together, creating a peaceful and tranquil atmosphere. The road surface is washed clean by the rain, and the puddles that may have existed before disappear. As a result, the road appears very smooth, making people feel comfortable and relaxed when walking.

Yes, the loess becomes soft and moist when it rains, just like a soft knife; but once the rain stops and the sun rises, the "knife" becomes hard and sharp. On that muddy road, although it has been hardened, as long as people step on it, they can still feel the unique touch of the soil under their feet.

The originally flat ground became dirty because it absorbed a lot of soil. Under the day-and-night repairs of the huge excavator and the muck truck, a mountain was gradually transformed into a specific shape. This shape is consistent with the design requirements of the construction unit a. The overall structure is a trapezoidal structure with a moderate slope and rich atmosphere. As for what kind of building will be built on this mountain, it is still unknown. Maybe it will become a secluded place for people to cultivate their body and mind, or a large-scale entertainment venue will be set up for people to enjoy a happy time. Everything is full of unknowns and exciting.