"No, you have to bury it deeper and expose a little bit of your head."
Dou Sprout pressed down again.
"That's it. Pile it tightly with sand."
I looked up at the bright sun and said, "Speed up, it's already half past noon and we haven't finished yet."
In this way, we walked about one kilometer before burying a white flag, and buried it all the way to the southwest. We were lucky enough that there was no strong wind in Alxa that day.
We finished this quickly and slowly. By the time we returned to the mine hut, it was already past 8 pm. We were sweating all over. Dou Sprout drank two bottles of water with no shirt and burped.
"Do you think Liao Sanding can come over? Fengzi."
"I don't know, but the small flag with red letters on the white background looks conspicuous at night. As long as he can see the flag we buried, he should be able to find it along the road."
We covered it with wooden boards when we came down. Now we are waiting and no one dares to sleep.
At 11 o'clock, 12 o'clock, and 1 o'clock, I take out my mobile phone and check the time from time to time.
"Don't sleep!" I saw Dou Sprout's eyelids fighting.
Xiaoxuan yawned and shrank.
I was also very sleepy, so I forced myself to cheer myself up.
It was late at night, 3:30 in the morning.
"Ta! Ta-ta!"
Suddenly, someone knocked on the wooden board in the pit.
Late at night, the tapping sound was particularly harsh.
I remember Sister Yu’s instructions, no matter who is above, there will be no reply until I knock ten times.
eight.
Nine.
I don’t know if this person remembered it wrong, but he paused for a moment when he hit the ninth time.
My nervous palms were sweating.
"despair."
No more, no less, exactly ten times.
I immediately stood up and shouted: "Are you just visiting?"
Soon, a hoarse voice came.
"yes."
"Uncle Liao!" I said with joy, it was right!
The wooden board slowly moved away, and a flashlight shone right on me.
The person who came had gray hair and a face full of dust. He was none other than Liao Sanding and Liao Bo, who I had met once before.
With our help, Liao Sanding slowly slid down the rope with a big bag on his back.
"Is there water?" he asked first when he came down.
"Yes, yes," I hurriedly handed him a bottle of water.
Uncle Liao had chapped lips and sand on his head. He unscrewed the bottle cap and drank a whole bottle of water.
