That terrifying face could definitely scare a child into crying at night, but those eyes were extremely gentle and peaceful, a calmness that came from having experienced many vicissitudes of life.
Yuan 녤's facial features are also neat and tidy: a square face with thick eyebrows, big eyes, a high nose and a wide mouth. When you see someone, you smile first, which makes them feel very friendly.
He also spoke fluent Mandarin, "Hello, PLA comrades, my name is Jiang Sheng, and I am a technician at the Hongqi Commune Machinery Factory."
"Engineer Jiang is too modest. His eyes are like flowers. Ten years ago, he was already the only eighth-level technician in the county!" The old branch secretary was very proud.
Those who can pass the eighth-level technician qualification certificate are rare and have solid real stories.
Jiang Sheng looked to be around 40 or 50 years old. He was able to achieve such an achievement ten years ago, and could be considered a genius in mechanics.
A few days ago, Huo Donglin heard the old master in the maintenance depot complain about the lack of manpower. After the disaster, he went to ask the old master about the specific requirements for recruitment, and perhaps he could help recommend Jiang Sheng.
It can not only provide talents for the base, but also repay the life-saving grace.
But the most important thing right now is the phone call. Huo Donglin's usually cold and steady voice rarely sounded anxious.
"My name is Huo Donglin. I was accidentally swept away by the waves during the typhoon rescue operation on the 28th. I need to get in touch with Ji as soon as possible."
After hearing the news of his disappearance, Ning Ning, who has always been weak, could bear it? Are Xia Xia and Man Man disappointed in him as a father again?
Thinking of this, he slowly clenched his hands that were hanging in his trouser seams, and the veins on the back of his hands began to bulge.
I have to call back quickly to report that I’m safe! !
When he almost died on the frontier several times before, Huo Donglin only thought about the pension so that his wife and children could live a worry-free life for the rest of their lives.
This time he had an unprecedented desire to survive.
The old Party Secretary frowned and said, "The commune called, but it was flooded, maybe the county town is gone."
"Can you please get me a boat?" Huo Donglin pursed his pale lips. "I have received professional training and can row a boat. I can row it myself."
"How can I do that? This is too dangerous!"
"I'll take Comrade Huo there."
Jiang Sheng volunteered, "Comrade Huo's leg injury will be treated with emergency ash for the time being, but he still needs to go to the county hospital for treatment and injection of penicillin. It just so happens that my boat is parked in front of the ancestral hall, so let's go quickly while the wind is low."
He pretended to come over to support Huo Donglin.
Huo Donglin shook his head, showing gratitude: "Don't bother, I can walk over by myself."
The wound on my right leg hurt my bone marrow with the slightest movement, but compared to the time when the bullet narrowly grazed my heart, it was nothing.
He walked steadily step by step. The arc and frequency of his steps were always standard and correct, and he did not bring any shame to the motherland and the foundation.
This is a soldier with an extremely strong will.
Jiang Sheng looked at Huo Donglin's stern face and couldn't help but stand in awe.
After getting on the boat, Jiang Sheng untied the rope tied to the shore, used the oars to push against the shore, and the small fishing boat successfully left the shore.
"Dad, where are you going?" A figure came out from behind the ancestral hall. It was the little girl who fed Huo Donglin rice soup.
Seeing his daughter, Jiang Sheng's eyes became more gentle, "Dad is taking the PLA uncle to the county hospital. He will be back in the afternoon, so don't worry. When I get home, I will find a way to bring you a piece of jasmine-scented soap."
The girl smiled happily. She waved at them with her tiger-like face, "Dad, please be careful on the way. Today is New Year's Eve. Come back early for the reunion dinner."
"Goodbye, Uncle PLA..."
Huo Donglin's expression slightly moved, "Does your daughter also like to use jasmine-scented soap? What a coincidence, my wife Ningning also likes to use jasmine-scented soap."
Jiang Sheng paddled the boat. Perhaps because they had something in common, he looked at her again with a sense of intimacy. "Yes, we are truly destined to be together! I only have one daughter in my life. Even if she wants the stars in the sky, I can pick them for her. Which Ning is your wife's name? Is it the Ning in An Ning?"
"That's right."
"Then her parents must love her very much and hope that she will live a peaceful life."
A flock of birds suddenly flew up from the treetops, flew over the sails and flew into the endless sky.
“Unfortunately, my father-in-law and mother-in-law both died in the flood relief work ten years ago. My father-in-law is also a level eight technician like you.
According to Ningning, my daughter Xia Xia must have inherited her grandfather's talent and is particularly interested in electronic devices.
I also visited my eldest son Manman. That kid is even better than me. He can outsmart human traffickers at the age of four..."
For some reason, perhaps because he had survived a calamity, perhaps because the atmosphere was particularly relaxed at the moment, or perhaps because... the pair of eyes in front of him that were as infinitely tolerant as his wife's, Huo Donglin inexplicably felt the urge to confide in someone.
In his life, apart from reporting missions, he had never spoken so much in private.
Mr. Jiang was a very good listener, occasionally throwing in a word or two about parenting, and we had a great conversation along the way.
Huo Donglin also took the opportunity to find out Jiang Sheng's entire life.
About nine years ago, Jiang Sheng followed the team going to the countryside to Hongqi Commune, and since then he has lived in Xiaowan Village, married and had children.
Apart from this, I have no other relatives.
Because before he went to the countryside, he was fished out of Dakou Bay. He could not remember anything about his past, and he had nothing on his body except the wrench on his lower back.
So it was named Jiang, which means rebirth.
Dakouwan is the largest seaport in Jiangcheng.
Ten years ago, the rescue conditions were even worse and countless people were displaced.
In a sense, the two were experiencing similar adventures. By the time we arrived at the county town, we had gone from being unfamiliar to being familiar.
The disaster situation in Jiang County was less severe than that in Xiaowan Village. The houses in the county were solidly built and the underground drainage facilities in the city were complete.
The water was about 60 centimeters deep, and a long queue formed in front of the supply and marketing cooperative.
Today is Chinese New Year's Eve. In order to have a good time, the residents stood in the water waiting to buy supplies, shivering with cold.
County hospital.
There were crowds of people and wailing everywhere.
Huo Donglin walked past the crowd and headed for the reception desk. He said to the overwhelmed nurse, "Sorry to bother you, comrade. I'm Huo Donglin from the 10th Naval Base. I fell into the sea during a rescue operation and drifted to Xiaowan Village by accident. Now I'm in a hurry to call the base to report."
The young nurse raised her head when she heard that, and when she met those cold black eyes, she couldn't help but shudder.
"The telephone lines are down. Not only the hospital, but all the telephones in the county can't contact the outside world. The electricity is also out. I'm worried that no one will go to the distribution station to repair it."
During a typhoon, the substation is the most dangerous place, prone to electric leakage accidents. The mechanics who can be contacted either suddenly break their legs or have a high fever.
“I’ll go!”
Huo Donglin had almost no hesitation, as basic electricity knowledge was part of the special forces training.
The noise in the hospital suddenly quieted down.
Everyone held their breath as they looked at the ragged and dirty green uniform and then at the leg still soaked with blood.
The revolutionary spirit of the Communists is to stand up straight and move forward even in the most difficult times.
"I'm going too!"
Another voice sounded from behind the crowd.
Jiang Sheng took out a wrench from his waist, and said with unwavering conviction, "I am the only eighth-level technician in Jiang County!"
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