Chapter 224 Mountain Rain Is Coming

Pedestrians left the Guanyin Temple and continued to walk up the mountain.

"You used to go up the mountain often?" Fan Wubing glanced at Song Qing, who was walking lightly, and couldn't help feeling a little emotional.

Among the girls I know, Song Qing is probably the one with the most endurance, right? At this time, she was wearing sportswear, and her feet were also Nike sneakers. When she walked, her small buttocks swayed back and forth, but her head remained steady. Fan Wubing had reason to believe that, given her A jar on top of your head won't fall off.

But after walking for so long, Song Qing's cheeks were slightly sweaty.

Seeing this, Fan Wubing said, "Everyone, take a break, let's add some water and nutrition first."

The physical strength of the bodyguards is good, but mountain climbing is different from normal exercise, and the requirements for breathing and posture are relatively high. Although the seals are known as amphibious operations and are armed around the clock, they have been with Fan Wubing for the past few years without any danger. I enjoyed a lot of leisure time and exercised less. After climbing the mountain road for two hours, I felt a little tired.

After hearing Fan Wubing's order, everyone began to unload the backpacks on their shoulders, activate their blood vessels, and then sit together, drink some fresh water, and replenish some energy.

Song Qing also consumed a lot of physical energy, but this girl has a stronger personality. Fan Wubing told her to rest, but he solved a problem for her. She immediately got into the nearby bushes, and after a few minutes Some blushed and returned to the team.

Fan Wubing knew without asking, that Song Qing must have let the water go, and mixed with a large group of old men, it was inconvenient to do anything, but it was a bit embarrassing for her.

"How long have you been my dad's secretary?" Fan Wubing asked casually.

"It's been more than three months—" Song Qing brushed her sweat-soaked hair with her hands, tied them together with rubber bands to form a ponytail, and then said to Fan Wubing naturally, "At that time I passed the exam to select cadres. Later, Secretary Fan’s secretary Han entered the government office as the deputy director, so he added me to the secretary. According to Secretary Fan, in recent years, I have dealt more with foreign businessmen, so I The graduates from this foreign language institute will be rewarded."

Fan Wubing nodded. Then another thing came to mind. So he asked curiously. "You and your cousin are both students of the School of Foreign Languages. This makes me feel very admirable. It is really not easy to have two such key university students in the mountainous area. Your family must have a family background, right?"

"Speaking of it, there is still a story in it." Song Qing asked Fan Wubing. Instead, I remembered something.

Nothing to do left and right.

Fan Wubing encouraged Song Qing to tell this story to herself. By the way, we took a break.

It turned out that Song Qing's grandfather was a kind person. But there is no culture. As for Song Qing's parents. It's just a little cultural. Far from being a man of culture.

Song Qing's grandfather was during the Cultural Revolution. It is for the canteen in the village to cook. He is relatively simple. Another three generations of poor peasants. It's more leisurely. Even criticize this and criticize that. But no one will do anything to him.

this day. But the secretary of the county party committee was criticized. Send them down to their villages for transformation.

Many people were not very clear about the criticism at that time. There were theaters in the village. During the criticism, the door panels were removed and put up. Immediately, two young and strong militiamen brought the capitalist-roader wearing a high hat by the shoulders, and then used it on the stage, threw him there heavily, and then made him kneel there and start criticizing.

Moreover, this kind of criticism went from village to village every day. At that time, the secretary of the county party committee was already in his fifties. Naturally, his bones couldn't bear this kind of torture.

Song Qing's grandfather cooked for them at that time, and the capitalist roaders and the rebels ate on the same stove.

When it was time to eat, of course, the rebels were served first, and when it was the county party secretary's turn at the end, Song Qing's grandfather scolded, "You capitalist roader, go to the side and eat, don't sit with us revolutionary masses. Together!"

The rebels naturally followed suit, saying that the master's ideological consciousness was high.

The secretary of the county party committee was holding his job, and tears were streaming down his face at that time. He had done revolutionary work all his life, and it was fine to be criticized and wronged by the rebels. It felt so sad.

Holding the rice bowl, he walked to the side, stretched out his chopsticks, took two mouthfuls of rice, and wept while eating, but when the chopsticks were inserted into the bottom, he realized that something was wrong. Ordered two poached eggs.

He suddenly came to his senses, the old cook didn't dislike him for being a capitalist roader, but he couldn't see him being tormented, so he secretly stuffed two poached eggs for his body.

Don't mention how touched the county party secretary's mood is. At this time, eggs are also rare things, and the old man took a big risk.

It can be said that it is a great kindness for him, a capitalist roader, to take care of him.

It didn't take long for the Cultural Revolution to end, and the county party secretary resumed her job and was promoted to district commissioner.

The next day he drove back to Song Qing's grandfather's village, and told the old man, I will try my best to help you meet whatever request you have, but the old man doesn't have any request, so this favor is considered a debt. down.

Later, the old man died of illness, and the secretary of the county party committee also regretted that he had no chance to repay his kindness, so he confessed that his son must take care of the old man's descendants.

"Later, when my cousin and I were in school, we were taken care of by the son of the secretary of the county party committee. He was already the director of the district education bureau at that time." Song Qing said to Fan Wubing, "With this relationship , we all get more and better educational resources than ordinary people, and this difference allows us to go to key universities.”

After hearing this story, Fan Wubing felt a little emotional, "A good man is rewarded with a reward, this is not false at all!"

At that time, when Song Qing's grandfather laid eggs for the secretary of the county party committee, he probably didn't intend to go there for any future repayment.

But the secretary of the county party committee knew how to repay his kindness, and he remembered the matter of these two poached eggs all his life, which also showed that he was a humane cadre and had not forgotten the old man's kindness.

After resting for a while, they continued to walk up the mountain, but after a while they found that the weather was not right.

The sun was still shining brightly just now, but now it is cloudy, and above the treetops, we can see the wet mist that seems to be dripping, infecting the emerald green leaves, and dew can be seen almost on the edges of the leaves.

"The weather in the mountains is like Changing Face in Sichuan Opera. You may encounter such a situation at any time." Song Qing frowned and said to everyone, "It seems that we have to find a place to shelter from the rain."

Fan Wubing also had some regrets, but he didn't expect that the weather forecast would be accurate, but it would be an unwise choice if he wanted to turn around and go down the mountain at this time.

If you continue to go up the mountain, you may encounter heavy rain and many difficulties. Turning around and going down the mountain is also difficult. Once the rain falls, the mud on the mountain road is unpredictable. If you are not careful, you will regret it forever.

So Fan Wubing thought for a while and said, "Now we are in a dilemma. Seeing that the rain is about to fall, let's find a flat place and put up the tent first, at least we won't be caught. Drenched into chicken."

Song Qing also agreed with Fan Wubing's opinion, "The rain in the mountains comes and goes quickly, it's best to avoid it temporarily, maybe it will clear up again in a few hours."

The crowd started to set up tents. The tents they used were military tents. The space was quite large and could accommodate two people to lie down. After setting up the shelves, they used an air pump to inflate the cushions, and the work could be completed in a few minutes.

After they had been busy for a while, the six tents were set up. In order to prevent them from being blown away by the strong wind and heavy rain, the six tents were specially connected together, so that people could lie down inside, draw the curtains, and let the outside No matter how much rain there is, there is no need to worry about safety issues.

That is to say, just after they finished the work, the heavy rain poured down. Fan Wubing and Song Qing hid in the tent. Through the translucent tent, one could see the rain continuously hitting the top of the tent, smashing the hemispherical tent. It has become an ellipsoid, and it seems that with a little more effort, the tent can be overwhelmed.

"I didn't expect it to rain like this!" Fan Wubing said with some complaints, "It seems that I was a little overconfident in the morning!"

If I had listened to the news on the weather forecast in the morning and given up on this operation, I wouldn't be in such an embarrassing situation now, but I don't know how long the rain will last. If it doesn't stop all day, it will be very troublesome .

The mountain rain in summer is very strong, and if it lasts longer, it will easily cause geological disasters such as mountain torrents and mudslides. If that happens, the safety of my group will be a concern.

But Song Qing comforted Fan Wubing and said, "The raindrops are heavy, not like the kind of long-lasting precipitation. I guess it will end in two hours at most."

"I hope so—" Fan Wubing had no idea at this time, he just prayed for heaven to fulfill his wishes.

The raindrops kept beating on the tent. Fan Wubing and Song Qing were sitting in the tent, chatting nonchalantly without saying a word. Suddenly, there was no topic to talk about, and the tent became completely silent, as if everyone could listen to it. Get each other's heartbeats.

Fan Wubing's brain also froze, and it took him a long time to squeeze out a word, "Hey, your heartbeat seems to be very fast!"

When Song Qing heard this, her face flushed as red as if she was drunk, and she complained in her heart, why are you so honest?

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