Putting on Major Miao’s military uniform, Yang Can was smoking a cigarette in the small tent next to him. The soldiers around had already regarded him as the head that could be here. Whenever he encountered any problems, he jogged to him for instructions. Major Miao took it for granted.
This seemingly carefree man kept pointing and pointing in the heavy rain. There was a well organized and stable posture on the dyke, but it was so, Yang Can looked at the river that was constantly beating on the dyke, and he knew in his heart that this flood peak came, and here it is. It can't be held.
Due to the piping just now, most of the soldiers were covered with mud, and they looked like a group of clay figures in the heavy rain.
The logistics staff sent a second set of supplies, sand and gravel belts, plastic woven bags, and some equipment. The last few hours before the peak of the flood were the most critical period, and nothing went wrong.
After the panicked reporters heard that the piping crisis had been resolved, they all turned back and filmed these soldiers with a camera. After shooting these soldiers for a long time, they quickly noticed that there was no guy behind them who was wearing a major uniform but acting as a smoker. Nervous look.
I started shooting with great interest. Other people were covered with mud. Only this person’s clothes were brand new. Except that the back was a little wet from the rain, the other parts, especially the sleeves, were not even found. It's any stain that is very conspicuous when sitting in a crowd, and it's hard not to notice him.
The most excited reporters of Nancheng Satellite TV kept shooting at Yang Can, and at the small diesel generator roaring next to them, together with the soldiers fighting the flood, Tian Guoli organized hissing for a long time. Finally couldn't stand it any longer, and sat beside Yang Can with a difficult body, and Yang Can handed over a cigarette.
"Panda tg22? Are you really good? Being a reporter is so beautiful? Much better than my secretary." Tian Guoli sighed, smoking a cigarette.
"Red envelopes, you know." Yang Can said it, but it made Tian Guoli feel more and more unable to figure out him. At the beginning, he felt that he was courageous in young people, but now these few things look at it. After coming down, he understood that there were not many things, as if there were thousands of secrets hidden in him.
At this time, the two Nancheng TV reporters next to him hurriedly protested: "Secretary Tian, please don't smoke. This will destroy our broadcast screen and affect your image."
Tian Guoli smiled dumbly, and asked Yang Can to pin it to his ears. At the same time, he muttered disdainfully: "My old Tian almost lives here today. If I'm not happy, I will take a couple of mouthfuls, or go with "Mao". The "chairman" reported that he didn't even smoke a panda cigarette. That was not because his old man laughed to death..."
The reporters looked at each other helplessly and had to focus the camera on other places. They wanted to film Yang Can, a military officer in the military uniform of a major, and report on the bureaucratic ideas of the flood relief team. It's all right now, and the secretary of the municipal party committee has also gotten along with this fellow, and this matter is definitely out of the question.
Tian Guoli spit out eye circles, looking very comfortable: "How many people we saved by blocking the piping just now, let's roughly calculate it, if the embankment just broke, at least eight thousand people will die in the cofferdam township and be a party member for a lifetime. , I don’t know until today what a cut-and-flash is. I am ashamed and ashamed. I used to do face-saving projects. Every day, I felt that my first half of my life was a waste of life.
Yang Can didn't sigh as much as he did, and indifferently pinched out the cigarette butts. Now is not the time to relax. After a while, he won't have the mind to sigh for his achievements.
After finishing a sentence, he found that Tian Guoli had tilted his head and almost fell asleep. Yang Can also smiled. Secretary Tian had heard that he hadn't closed his eyes for two days and two nights before.
As the reporters finished the interview, there were also a few volunteers who volunteered to help with the soldiers. Yang Can's thoughts also drifted to a place of nothingness in an instant. War and disaster are the two natural enemies of mankind, but the two are quite utterly definite to people's hearts. With different influences, war may make people lose their minds, but disasters can awaken the soul of the nation.
Tian Guoli shook his head and dozed for less than five minutes, then woke up and wanted to stand up again, but as soon as he sat back hard, he cracked his mouth and cried out, "It's over, my legs don't listen to me, cramps." After all, he is not old. When I am young, I am used to being served again.
Major Miao came over to help Tian Guoli up, and said with relief: "Secretary Tian is tired, right? You should rest more in such bad weather. I can organize it."
Hearing these words, Tian Guoli felt uncomfortable when he saw Yang Can shook his head and said: "How do I feel that Lao Tian has lived for so many years, but I have nothing to do? Comrade Xiao Yang just tossed for a long time, just like a okay person. Why am I so useless?"
Major Miao smiled bitterly: "Secary Tian, please don't say that. How can we compare to Reporter Yang? I can tell that this man is not an individual. He is just a machine and does not need to be oiled. "
Seeing Tian Guoli's body crooked for a few moments, he didn't stand up, Yang Can went up and smiled and lifted him, pulled his foot over, and gave him a live massage. Yang Can is not a doctor, so he learned. They were all first aid tricks. Regardless of the effect, regardless of the feelings of the parties, Secretary Tian Da called out like a pig: "Oh, Comrade Xiao Yang, you are suspected of public revenge, I will almost fall apart."
Xia Meng snickered along her mouth. It’s also an optimistic attitude to have fun in hardship. In such a difficult situation, it’s better to smile, but everyone’s smiles looked so tired and a little bit tired. Bitter.
Seeing Tian Guoli slowly standing up, moving his steps, and walking a few steps in surprise, even Wang Chuanjun, who was not far away, gave Yang Can a thumbs-up, and he was able to press the Secretary of Tian Tian to death to see the effect. It's really rare.
Just when Yang Can was smoking a cigarette and rested carelessly, Xia Meng approached her, her delicate face was covered with rain, and her pure eyes were full of worried expressions. She couldn't help but smile and ask. "What's the matter, little girl, you also have cramps in your feet. I want me to press it for you... The trotters stretch out..."
As soon as he stretched out his hand, Xia Meng rushed behind him, putting her tender little hand on Yang Can's shoulder.
"You. It was so hard today. Take a good rest."
Seeing a few enviable little soldiers passing by, I thought that if I could serve this beauty once, I would be willing to lose ten years of life.
Yang Can turned around and smiled at Xia Meng: "Not bad, it seems that I have practiced."
Xia Meng Qingxiu's face was a bit "colorful", she pressed her face over, and flaunted it in his ear in that unique Taiwanese accent: "Of course... I'm a little worse than you in running the news, but the horse kills the chicken. My strength... Every time my dad gets tired, once I squeeze him twice, he will be alive and well."
This Taiwanese beauty was sighing like blue in her ears, and Yang Can felt very comfortable in this difficult environment. She couldn't help but look back at Xia Meng's face as her bangs were wet on her forehead by the rain.
Xia Meng was a little embarrassed when he saw it like this, and said with a blushing cheek: "What are you looking at... Then you have to pay..."
He held his face with both hands and turned to the front, and continued to help him "knead" his shoulders. In the pouring rain, although the two of them didn't say anything, they both enjoyed the rare leisure and comfort atmosphere, which seemed to be for a while. Forget the roaring billowing river around you.
Just before Yang Can, the great hero, hadn't fully enjoyed this rare and cozy atmosphere, suddenly a soldier ran up in the rain not far away, panting, and ran to Tian Guoli to report: "Tian. Secretary Tian. It's not good." We evacuated. The evacuation work encountered difficulties, and the villagers were unwilling to evacuate!"