"Why am I here?"

The night was shrouded in the old river embankment made of three-piece earth. Lu Dong pushed open the iron flashlight switch, and the yellow aperture fell. The turbid river water was more than one meter below the embankment, rolling over the water hyacinths.

This is a flood that may destroy the river bank at any time!

Turning back, not far behind the river bank, my hometown, Lujia Village, was hidden in the darkness.

This is not 2019!

Lu Dong remembers it very clearly: Typhoon Lekima hit in 2019, and the Qingzhao River in my hometown flooded. I went back to help fight the flood. I worked by the river for three consecutive days. When I left, I drove by the expressway to get off the bridge hole. Because I was too tired, I rushed into the water of the bridge hole, and then I didn’t know...

Ninety percent of the car accident occurred in the highway bridge hole.

But he woke up outside the Qingzhao River embankment and was still young.

When he climbed up from the outside of the river bank, Lu Dong felt the change, his big belly disappeared, and his body was very strong.

At this moment, he lowered his head and glanced at him with an iron flashlight, and his clothes were also turned upside down.

The feet are covered with mud, and there are small windows in front of both shoes. The elder brother hiding behind is particularly cool - ventilated, breathable, and water-permeable!

There are coarse shorts on the legs, high-end, elegant and elegant, purely hand-sewn!

Further up is a light blue short-sleeved T-shirt, which is fat enough and big enough, and the style is old-fashioned. It has an ugly halo. There are four words on the chest: Qing Zhao Yizhong!

Lu Dong had the impression that he finally wore a school uniform in No. 1 Middle School in the summer after the college entrance examination.

I remember that when the college entrance examination was over, floods raged, Qingzhao River broke its dam, and Lujia Village was destroyed!

Lu Dong was bombarded by the Internet era and had roughly speculations about the current situation.

Go back to the past? Go back to the summer after the college entrance examination? Being young? Grey middle-aged fat man becomes a strong guy?

I was still in a daze, and the iron flashlight hit my forehead, which hurts!

Lu Dong looked into the distance, and there were lights flashing under the night sky, and there were vague figures shaking. There were people on the river bank every other section.

More than 200 meters southeast, the lights are the brightest. A bridge connects the central Ji Street of Lujia Village and the Majia Village opposite. This is also the closest place to the river in Lujia Village.

The gate at the bridge head has been put on the gate plate, right?

This surging river rolling with turbid waves passes close to the north of Lujia Village. Once the dam breaks, the consequences will be unimaginable.

"Come on, come on, meet nineteen."

The song sent by the night wind was filled with a sizzling noise: "Come on, come on, meet in 1998..."

Behind the dim and moving flashlight aperture, a man walked along the river bank.

Before the person arrived, a stinking smell hit Lu Dong's nose.

Lu Dong is a family member and can smell the stench of chicken manure.

Compared with pigs, cattle, sheep and horses, the smell of chicken manure is stronger and more pungent.

"Dongzi!" The words with the local accent came: "I asked you to patrol the river, where did you run away!"

As the people got closer, Lu Dong saw clearly the person behind the flashlight halo.

The person who came was about forty years, his face was full of the roughness of a farmer man. He held a flashlight in his right hand, a small radio on his left wrist, and a gong on his finger. He tied a rope to the gong with a rag shoes.

Lu Dong remembered who this was: "You are...Uncle Tie..."

Uncle Tie’s surname is Lu, and he is a professional chicken farmer in his hometown. He is a bit stingy. He was called Tie Gongji in the 1980s. After a long time, those who are younger than him are called Tie Ge, and those who are a generation later are called Uncle Tie.

As he shouted, many people didn't know what his big name was.

Uncle Tie stopped and looked at Lu Dong: "You Donggua, don't even recognize you Uncle Tie?"

Lu Dong suddenly didn't know how to answer the conversation.

In my memory, the day after the college entrance examination, the Qingzhao River broke the dike in the early morning of the evening, and the rolling flood rushed towards Lujia Village. The chicken farm in the north of the village was the first to be hit. Uncle Tie and his wife could not let go of the chickens in the field, and they disappeared together.

besides!

I posted that little Li Wenyue was on the night of the dike and it was gone.

At that time, he was the most powerful academic master in Lujia Village and could not see the 211 notice.

Except for the section where the northernmost part of the Qingzhao River flows into the Yellow River, the rest is in Qingzhao County, Quannan City. Quannan is famous for its spring water, and Qingzhao County is no exception. Many springs in the southern mountainous areas gather to the source of the Qingzhao River and flow down the north.

The river is not big, and it will stop flowing during the dry season in winter. The normal rainy season is only more than ten meters wide and more than two meters deep, and the river water is lower than the flat ground outside the river bank.

The river channel flows through the north of Lujia Village is a "S" shape that is hundreds of meters long. The impact of the water flow caused by several sharp bends has increased the pressure on the river embankment.

The collapsed one is the last sharp-bending river embankment.

The river embankment in the Lujia Village section is nearly three meters high above the ground. It can run light trucks in the wide area, and can also pass through agricultural three-wheeled wheels in the narrow area. It is made of three-combined earth and was built in the late 1950s, but Lu Dong has never maintained and repaired it since he was a child.

This is related to the fact that there has been no flood in Qingzhao County since the founding of the People's Republic of China. The whole country does not pay attention to it and lacks experience in dealing with it.

Before this flood, no one would associate Qingzhao River with flood control.

As speculation turned to reality, what Lu Dong had witnessed and heard of gradually converged in his mind: the surging river water rolled and roared, the soaked three-piece soil fell into pieces, constantly stirring up water splashes, and accompanied by a clamor, the river bank collapsed and huge gaps emerged, and turbid waves rushed out.

The flood peak plummeted thousands of miles, rushing into the village behind the gap, sweeping over large areas of farmland orchards.

Most of his home, his uncle's home, the apple orchard contracted by his family, and even all the homes in the entire Lujia Village were washed down by the flood!

This village that gave birth to him and raised him suffered the biggest disaster since the founding of the People's Republic of China!

The trance in Lu Dong's heart quickly dissipated, and he made the final confirmation: "Uncle Tie, what day is today? The Gregorian calendar!"

Many people in rural areas are the first habit of talking about the lunar calendar.

Uncle Tie seemed very surprised and shone the flashlight on Lu Dong: "Gregorian calendar ten!"

"In 1998?" Lu Dong asked.

Uncle Tie was surprised: "How about you still fail in 1999? You came back from the college entrance examination yesterday! You forgot now? Haven't asked you yet, how was your exam? Calculate, you didn't ask your grades."

If Lu Dong didn't care about the future, he just bought it in high school and was busy for three years, so he didn't mention his grades.

His mind is completely on the other side. Yesterday, the college entrance examination ended? Today is... July 10, 1998!

Lu Dong knew that he really returned to 1998!

But I don't have time to think about it.

The collapse of this river bank was at 3:30 tonight!

The turning point of Lujia Village’s fate!

Lu Dong didn't bother to say anything, stepped forward and snatched Uncle Tie's gong, ran towards the north.

Uncle Tie was caught off guard and shouted to Lu Dong: "It's eighteen, but still in trouble? Leave a gong!"

The person ran very fast, and he couldn't help but shouted again: "Dongzi, slow down! Don't fall into the river. This big water is so good that your water is not good!"

Lu Dong didn't look back, didn't have time to explain to others, nor did he think about anything else. The flashlight illuminated the river bank, stepped on the uneven hardened three-metal soil, and ran to the north.

Uncle Tie shook his head disappointed: "Jianjun is a hero, why did he give birth to a slut? He has the strength to be inconsistent with others, so he will become a slutty sooner or later..."

The river bank was not a straight line, but it was night again. Lu Dong was anxious. Even if he didn't care about other guards he met, he couldn't run very fast.

Holding a flashlight in his right hand and trying to open the sour jujube branches that poked out the outside of the river bank with his left hand. Lu Dong simply hung the rope of the gong tying his shoes around his neck.

On the left is a gong, which is larger than the ones commonly used by sesame oil vendors.

The cloth shoe on the right is full of dry and black mud. The smell of floating shows that this is the broken shoes that Uncle Tie wore in the chicken farm.

The cloth shoes grabbed the gong on the other side of the neck, and the dried layer of chicken manure was enough to be pounded.

Lu Dong didn't care about the smell and glanced at the turbid river water not far from the shore, hoping that it would be too late!

No one wants to be homeless!

From 1998 to 2019, 21 years, he has been living, tired, cried, and fought hard. Although he was not very successful, he even became a surplus in the world, but he also understood his hometown and responsibilities.

The three-fold lumps of soil under your feet and the sour jujube branches hanging on the outside of the river bank all told Lu Dong that this was not a dream!

More and more memories of Lu Dong emerged. There has been no rain in the central and northern parts of Qingzhao County since the college entrance examination, but heavy rains have occurred in the southern mountainous areas, and several large reservoirs cannot withstand the pressure and discharge floods downstream, resulting in a comprehensive emergency in the middle and lower reaches.

Lack of flood control experience and expectation of water conditions is seriously insufficient. Tonight, there were only a dozen people in Lujia Village who were scattered on duty on the river bank and once paid a heavy price.

Running along the river bank to the last sharp bend, Lu Dong saw Li Wenyue.

This delicate big boy was born with a lack of congenital deficiency. He was tall when he grew up, but he was very thin. He sat on the corner of the curved triangle dam near the river and asked in surprise: "Dongzi, why are you here?"

Lu Dong did not respond, crossed the triangular dam and continued to go north, and the flashlight fell under the river, searching for possible abnormalities.

Li Wenyue is strange. What are you doing when you are unreliable?

Before he could think clearly, Lu Dong had already gone nearly twenty meters away, and Li Wenyue hurriedly followed.

Plop—

It seemed that something fell into the water? Lu Dong stopped to check it out. In addition to the turbid river water, there were some water hyacinths mixed with various garbage.

"Dongzi, I seem to hear something?" Li Wenyue was also looking carefully.

The sound is not loud, and it cannot be heard even if it is far away.

Another faint sound came from below. Just where Li Wenyue's flashlight was illuminated, a piece of soaked three-dimensional soil shattered and fell into the water.
To be continued...