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Early the next morning, the children of Yumiao Primary School were all happy, because it was rare for their Teacher Ji to ask for leave.They have self-study classes, which are almost equivalent to vacations, free activities, and doing everything.

Sheng Weimin is the principal, but he has no majesty in front of these children, so he can only knock on the blackboard helplessly: "Stop arguing, stop arguing, didn't your teacher Ji leave homework!"

As the culprit, Teacher Ji is now entertaining people at his home.So when Shao Youguang woke up refreshed, there was porridge and side dishes waiting for him.

Ji Jian was sitting at the table, holding his chin and looking at him: "Are you awake?"

The light in the mountains was very warm, Shao Youguang stretched himself.The light was clear, and they finally got a good look at each other.

These are really two faces that are very familiar and very strange.They looked at each other through many years of time, and what Shao Youguang thought in his heart was that fate had played a big joke on us.

What Ji Jian thought was——fortunately, not badly.

Fortunately, our face is not gray-haired yet, everything is in time.For some reason, Ji Jian suddenly felt that some knots were being untied.

The edges and corners became clear, and the youthful appearance receded.But when he saw Shao Youguang's eyes, he saw the spring of ten years ago again.

Ji Jian couldn't help thinking with trepidation, what about me?what i am now.

As soon as he had such an idea, he heard Shao Youguang smile and said, Ji Jian, why haven't you changed at all.

So Ji Jian's heart sank, just like the pot of white rice porridge that had been boiled for a long time in front of him, he couldn't figure out what it tasted like, but it was warm and thick, sticky and tender.

They sat down at last, and exchanged pleasantries at a table performing their long-lost duties.

"How are you doing?"

"Not bad. How about you?"

"Me too." Shao Youguang smiled, he didn't think it was a conversation between the two of them.It turns out that they, like all the people in the world who haven't met for a long time, need such an opening statement.

"When was the last time we met..."

"Ah, last time." The two looked at each other, and Shao Youguang sighed lightly when he saw Ji Jian lower his eyes.

Two years before the new century, the flood came without any warning.

Which river did it begin with first?This question is still debated by scientists and geographers many years later.Is it the Yangtze River, the Nen River, the Songhua River, or the small Huai River?This was impossible at the time, so the Huaihe River was not considered by scientists.

July turned out to be such a cruel season.When the rain started, no one cared. The old people enjoying the shade in the courtyard of the textile factory shook their fans and laughed with each other when they saw the dense clouds rising in the sky, "It seems that the sun is not shining this summer, so it will be cool."

It rained continuously for days and nights at first, non-stop for four days and five days, and then it continued for a whole month.Fields have turned a dying gray, and fertile soil has been blasted into brittle sand.But in such a small town near the river, no one cares about the water level. The farmers only care about the food, the winter wheat that is doomed to fail to harvest and the summer corn that cannot be planted; the factory workers only care about getting wet when they ride bicycles at work. or the wheels are slipping in the mud and it is difficult to maintain balance; students only care about whether the school will have a holiday because of such bad weather, and they hope that the rain will be heavier. I am concerned about whether he will be reluctant to part with me, and those who burn incense and worship Buddha only care about burning incense and worshiping Buddha.

Shao Zhenzhen was one of the students who hoped that the rain would be heavier.She already looks like a girl.The third grade of junior high school is about to graduate, and I am overwhelmed by heavy books and homework.She looks forward to tomorrow before going to bed every day. Tomorrow should be a great day. The rain will be more destructive, and the principal will make a decision to postpone the summer vacation early, or simply cancel the entrance examination.

After her brother went to university, Shao Zhenzhen often wrote letters to Beijing.But it wasn't for his brother, she miraculously kept contact with Zhu Xiaohong only between girls.The two of them wrote everything in their letters, the tablemate they had a crush on, the classmate who picked their nose; Zhu Xiaohong often mentioned things about her brother in her letters, or the attached photo was sometimes in Xiangshan Park, which should not be published in season. , just a few red leaves are scattered, which looks very funny.As for his brother, Shao Zhenzhen didn't bother to write to him. The two of them were in an awkward situation with nothing to say, and she was no longer that difficult follower. She usually only communicated once every two or three months. For Shao Youguang, it was just a dry report of the family affairs, and most of the rest was dictated by Zhao Fengqiu standing behind her, and she wrote it down.

Every time he received a letter, Shao Zhenzhen boldly placed the kraft paper envelope on the table, with the mailing address written in bold black water-based pen on it, in Jiuxianqiao or Nanluoguxiang, Chaoyang District, Beijing.

The whole class looked at her enviously when they saw her, so Shao Zhenzhen was very proud.Their generation still yearns for the capital on some ideological, illusory level.

That day, dusk.The rain became a little lighter, so that the sun finally showed its head and sprinkled a little pink brilliance.The road was ankle-deep in muddy water.Shao Zhenzhen was wearing the red rubber shoes that Zhao Fengqiu had just bought for her. She stepped on the water loudly, splashing everywhere, and became transparent and clear under the influence of light.She was very happy. When she met Aunt Song across the street when she went to school in the morning, she even praised her for her beauty.Originally, she wanted to go home, but on a whim, she decided to go to the post office to see if the letter from Beijing had arrived.She spent the whole second half of the class estimating the time, and Zhu Xiaohong's letter to her should arrive, but it has been raining recently, and the postman is always lazy.

The post office is on the side of a dirt road 20 meters away from the Huaihe River.Across a road, you can see the water of the Huaihe River covering a large area of ​​shallows, approaching the town.But Shao Zhenzhen felt that such a scene was so beautiful. More than half of the stems of the reeds were submerged. At some point, the snow-like reed flowers bloomed, swaying gently in the breeze, and the ends were still dyed with the tender color of sunset.

No one saw how the Huai River broke its embankment, because it was actually an extremely slow process.However, on this day, the rain was not heavy. Some people thought that the few incense sticks they burned in front of the incense burner finally appeared, and God appeased their anger, and they were complacent.

But the Huaihe River actually connects many cities and towns. God, we actually drink water from the same river with so many strangers every day.If there is an extra drop of rain anywhere, the Huaihe River will burst its embankment here, and it will break a big hole, tearing buildings, streets, and railway tracks menacingly.

The flood was in an instant, and in an instant, the town was scattered without distinction, and many things were floating around like fallen leaves.

That night, Zhao Fengqiu couldn't wait for his daughter who came back from school.Fortunately, the dormitory of the textile factory is located on a higher terrain, so it did not suffer.It's just that the first floor still has some water, a very shallow floor, but enough for the lighter pots and pans to float up and bump into every corner of the room.At that time, Zhao Fengqiu didn't know that there was a term called magic realism. She could only watch the muddy water slowly swallow the ground, and many objects floated up, as if they were going to fly into space, but she couldn't find it. An appropriate word to describe your mood.

She waited for a long time, and she comforted herself by saying that the school had stayed her, and Shao Zhenzhen was trapped in the school.But the brat wearing glasses on the fifth floor was Shao Zhenzhen's classmate, and he immediately dispelled her idea. He said that he saw Shao Zhenzhen walk out of the school with two girls.

Zhao Fengqiu waited bitterly, she had nothing to do but wait, she had no one to rely on.Strangely, at this time, she didn't think about her dead ex-husband and her son who was far away in a foreign country. Maybe she never thought about counting on them.She just suddenly started to regret it. Why didn't she accept any of those young men who had shown good intentions to her, even just one.It was getting dark, Zhao Fengqiu finally waded out barefoot and knocked on the opposite door.

Song Manzhi who opened the door was also alone. She was a bit embarrassed, her clothes were all wet, and her trousers were rolled up.Zhao Fengqiu knew that he was not much better.

With red eyes, she grabbed Song Manzhi's arm and asked her, "What should I do?"

"What should I do, my daughter is missing."

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