Chapter 224: The storm is coming
The group left Guanyin Temple and continued to walk up the mountain.
"You used to go up the mountain?" Fan Wubing looked at Song Qing, who was walking lightly, and couldn't help but feel a little moved.
Among the girls she knows, Song Qing is probably the one with the most endurance? At this time, she was wearing a sportswear and Nike's sneakers under her feet. She swayed her butt when she walked, but her head was stable. Fan Wubing had reason to believe that if a jar was put on her head, it would not fall.
However, after leaving for so long, Song Qing also felt a little sweat on her cheeks.
Seeing this, Fan Wubing said, "Everyone take a break and replenish some water and nutrition first."
The bodyguards are physically strong, but climbing is different from their usual exercises. They have high requirements for breathing and posture. Although the seals claim to be a three-a-day battle and are on standby all day, they have been safe with Fan Wubing in recent years, and have enjoyed a lot of happiness and exercise less. After climbing the mountain road for two hours, they also feel a little tired.
After hearing Fan Wubing's order, everyone began to take off their backpacks on their shoulders, moved their bloodlines, and then sat together, drank some fresh water and replenished some energy.
Song Qing also consumed a lot of physical energy, but the girl had a stronger personality. Fan Wubing ordered a rest, but she solved a problem for her. She immediately got into the bushes next to her. After a few minutes, she returned to the team with a blushing face.
Fan Wubing knew that Song Qing must have let go and mingled with a large group of men. Nothing was convenient, but she was a little embarrassed.
"How long have you been the secretary for my dad?" Fan Wubing asked casually.
"It's been more than three months-" Song Qing brushed her hair with her hands, tied them together with rubber bands, forming a ponytail, and then said to Fan Wubing naturally, "At that time, I was openly selected cadres, and I passed the exam. Later, Secretary Fan's secretary Han Jin went to the government office to be the deputy director, and added me to the secretary. According to Secretary Fan, in recent years, I have been dealing with foreign businessmen more, so I, a graduate from the Foreign Languages ​​School, have benefited from it."
Fan Wubing nodded, then remembered something again, so he asked curiously, "You and your cousin are both students from the School of Foreign Languages, which makes me admire them very much. It is really not easy to have two such key university students in the mountainous areas. You must have a family background, right?"
"To be honest, there is still a little story in it." Song Qing, after asking Fan Wubing, thought of some things.
With nothing left and right, Fan Wubing encouraged Song Qing to tell him this story and take a break by the way.
It turned out that Song Qing's grandfather was a kind person, but he had no education. As for Song Qing's parents, they were just a little cultural and were far from being a cultural person.
During the Cultural Revolution, Song Qing's grandfather cooked for the canteen in the village. He was a simple person and was from three generations of poor peasants. He lived a leisurely life. Although he criticized this and that, no one would do anything to him.
On this day, the county party secretary was criticized and sent to their village for renovation.
Many people were not sure about the situation of criticism and disputes at that time. There was a stage in the village. When criticism and disputes, they took off the gate panel and put it up. Then the rebels shouted and posed a certain capitalist-roader. Immediately, two young and strong militiamen brought the capitalist-roader with high hats over and grabbed the shoulders of the capitalist-roader, and then got used to the stage and fell heavily there, then asked him to kneel there and started criticism and disputes.
Moreover, this kind of criticism and struggle was carried by one village every day. At that time, the county party secretary was already in his fifties, so his body naturally could not withstand this kind of destruction and could not hold on.
Song Qing's grandfather cooked for them at the time, and the capitalist roaders and rebels ate at the same stove.
When eating, we naturally served the rebels first. When it was the county party secretary's turn, Song Qing's grandfather scolded, "You capitalist-roader, go to the side and eat, don't sit with us revolutionary masses!"
The rebels naturally followed suit, and they all said that the master had a high level of ideological awareness.
The county party secretary held his job and tears fell down at that time. He worked in revolutionary work all his life, and he was criticized by the rebels and was wronged. The master who didn't even know a big word was rejected by himself. This feeling was so sad.
He walked to the side with the bowl, stretched out his chopsticks, picked up two bites of rice, and cried while eating, but when the chopsticks were inserted below, he found something was wrong. He looked closely and found that two poached eggs were buried under the noodles.
He suddenly realized that the old man who was cooking did not hate him as a capitalist roader, but could not stand his troubles and deliberately stuffed two poached eggs to replenish his body.
Don’t mention how moved the county party secretary is. At this time, eggs are also rare things. The old man takes a great risk to take care of him, a capitalist-roader, which can be said to be a great kindness.
Not long after, the Cultural Revolution ended, the county party secretary resumed his work, and was promoted to regional 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 any requirements, but the old man has no requirements. In this way, this favor is owed."
Later, the old man died of illness, and the county party secretary regretted that he had no chance to repay his kindness, so he told his son to 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 county party secretary. He was already the director of the regional education bureau at that time." Song Qing said to Fan Wubing, "With this relationship, we have more educational resources than ordinary people. This difference has led us to key universities."
After hearing this story, Fan Wubing also felt a little moved, "Good people will be rewarded, this is absolutely true!"
When Song Qing's grandfather was putting eggs for the county party secretary, she probably didn't leave for future repayment. She just saw the county party secretary being pitiful and felt compassion.
However, the county party secretary was grateful and thought about these two poached eggs for the rest of his life, which also shows that he was a humane cadre and did not forget the old man's grace for a meal.
After resting for a while, they continued to walk up the mountain, but after a while, they found that the weather was a little wrong.
It was just now that the sun was shining brightly, and now it was covered with clouds. You could see the wet mist on the treetops that was about to drip invading the green leaves, and dew could be seen almost on the edges of the leaves.
"The weather in the mountains is like a face change in Sichuan opera. This may happen 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 regretted it, but he didn't expect that the weather forecast would be accurate. However, if you want to turn around and go down the mountain at this time, it would be a wise choice.
If you continue to go up the mountain, you may encounter heavy rain and 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 lose your foot and regret it forever.
So Fan Wubing thought for a while and said, "Now it's a dilemma. Seeing that the rain is about to fall, we should find a flatter place and set up the tent first, at least we won't be soaked in a drool."
Song Qing also agreed with Fan Wubing's opinion, "The rain in the mountains comes and goes quickly. It's best to avoid it for a while. Maybe it will clear again in a few hours."
Everyone started to set up tents. The tents they used were all military tents, with a large space, which could accommodate two people lying down. After setting up the rack, they would inflate the mat with an air pump, and it would be completed in less than a few minutes.
After they were busy for a while, six tents were set up. In order to prevent them from being blown away by strong winds and rains, they specially connected all six tents together, so that people lie inside and pull the door curtains up, and no matter how heavy the rain is outside, there is no need to worry about safety issues.
That is, they had just finished it and the heavy rain came. Fan Wubing and Song Qing hid in the tent. Through the translucent tent, they could see the rain constantly hitting the top of the tent, smashing the semi-spherical tent into an ellipsoidal shape. It seemed that if you add another effort, you could overwhelm the tent.
"I didn't expect the rain to fall!" Fan Wubing said with some complaints, "It seems that I was a little too confident in the morning!"
If I had heard the news from the weather forecast in the morning and gave up this action, I would not have been in such an embarrassing situation now. But I don’t know how long the rain will last. If it doesn’t stop for a day, it will be very troublesome.
The mountain rains in summer are very strong. If it takes a little longer, it will easily cause mountain torrents and mudslides and other geological disasters. If that happens, the safety of our group will be worrying.
However, Song Qing comforted Fan Wubing and said, "The raindrops are very big, unlike the precipitation that lasts for a long time. I guess it will be over in only two hours at most."
"I hope so--" Fan Wubing had no idea at this time, but just prayed that God would fulfill his wish.
The raindrops kept beating on the tent. Fan Wubing and Song Qing were sitting in the tent, chatting randomly. Suddenly, there was no topic for a moment, and the tent became silent, and it seemed that each other's heartbeat could be heard.
Fan Wubing's mind was also hit, and it took him a long time to squeeze out a sentence, "Hey, your heartbeat seems to be very fast!"
Chapter completed!