At dawn, the rain suddenly became heavier. Like a splash. Like pouring.
The torrent roared, like a flock of frightened wild horses, galloping from the valley, overwhelming.
The village woke up. People rolled over and got out of bed, but they stepped into the water. Whoever shouted in panic, more than a hundred people hugged me and ran south. Nearly a meter high flood is already dancing on the pavement. People were turning back like crazy again.
There are no roads to the east and west. Only to the north is there a narrow wooden bridge.
Death approached in the sly laughter of the flood.
People stumbled toward the wooden bridge.
In front of the wooden bridge, in the legless water, stood their party branch secretary, the old man who was supported by the whole village.
The old man's thin face was dripping with rain. He didn't speak, staring at the cacophony of people. He is like a mountain.
People stopped and looked at the old man.
The old man hoarsely shouted, "The bridge is narrow! Line up, don't squeeze! Party members are behind! ”
Someone shouted: "Party members are also people." ”
The old man said coldly: "You can quit the party and come to me to register." ”
No one shouted anymore. More than a hundred people quickly lined up and ran from the old man to the wooden bridge in turn.
The water gradually came up and licked people's waists wantonly.
The old man suddenly rushed forward, pulled a young man out of the team, and shouted, "Are you still a party member?" Go to the back! "The old man was as fierce as a leopard.
The young man glanced at the old man and stood behind.
The wooden bridge began to tremble and began to moan in pain.
The water climbed up the old man's chest. In the end, only he and the lad were left.
The young man pushed the old man and said, "You go first." ”
The old man yelled, "Less nonsense, go fast." He pushed the lad onto the wooden bridge with force.
Suddenly, the wooden bridge collapsed with a bang. The lad was engulfed by the flood.
The old man seemed to be shouting something, and suddenly, a wave engulfed him.
A white world.
Five days later, the flood receded.
An old lady, supported by someone, came here to pay her respects.
She came to pay tribute to the two men.
Her husband and her son.