Li Zhenzhen insisted on doing what she wanted. She took out a raincoat from the closet, put it on, and said:
"You can only get rich through risk. Haven't you heard of this?"
"Look ahead and behind. That's a bag of food and three fat fish. You don't want them, but I still want to eat them."
After putting on her raincoat, she immediately opened the door, rushed into the rain, and disappeared.
Sun Fangfang also wanted to do the same as her and stepped forward to open the door, but was stopped by Zhu Qinghan.
"Fangfang, please believe me, okay?"
"It's too dangerous to build a dam. Look how heavy the rain is outside. If we get washed away by the flood, we'll really die!"
After all, Sun Fangfang and Zhu Qinghan were quite familiar with each other in this room.
With her earnest persuasion, Sun Fangfang finally gave up the idea.
"Forget it, forget it. I won't do it anymore, okay."
Zhu Qinghan finally breathed a sigh of relief.
…
Deng Zhilan stayed quietly in the room all afternoon.
Following Qin Ping's example, she began to weave a rough outline with the wool in her hand.
She planned to knit a small hat for the baby in her belly.
At this time, the door of the yard was knocked again.
Deng Zhilan's heart skipped a beat. Could it be Wei Yanzhen? Why did he come so soon?
She got up in a hurry and opened the door immediately.
"It's me. I'm Mrs. Luo next door."
Old Mrs. Luo was standing at the door, holding a tattered umbrella in her hand, half of her hair was gray, and there were layers of wrinkles at the corners of her eyes.
Deng Zhilan was a little surprised.
I'm not sure why she came here.
"Aunt, what do you want?"
"I just wanted to chat with you guys. It's raining so hard that I feel uneasy."
Deng Zhilan made room at the door and Old Lady Luo stepped into the yard.
I saw that the originally deserted and dilapidated house was tidied up by this family, and the furniture was also wiped clean.
Old Mrs. Luo found a stool and sat down, sighing deeply.
"My eldest son, Luo Yisen, also repaired the dam."
"You just came here and don't know. The dams in the brigade often break down. There are always people to repair them, but people die from time to time."
"If it rains hard, it will cause a flood, which can really drown people!"
Qin Ping, who was sitting in the main room, was of the same generation as Old Lady Luo and was also a relative, so she understood each other's thoughts best.
Then he comforted her, "Our Yan Zhen was a soldier in the army before. He has been on many important missions, such as disaster relief and flood relief. Don't worry, he has also repaired the dam, so he won't have any problems."
Old Mrs. Luo had no choice but to clench the Buddhist beads in her hands.
I tried to put on a smile and chatted with Deng Zhilan and Qin Ping about other things.
Stop talking about such heavy topics.
…
Deng Zhilan slept for an afternoon.
When I got up again, it was already dark.
She walked into the main room and felt that the atmosphere in the room was a little depressing.
"Mom and Dad, is Yan Zhen here?"
The rain outside had not stopped yet, and a dark atmosphere was blowing in.
Qin Ping and Wei Xiaotian's expressions were somewhat complicated and difficult to read. It was Qin Ping who was the first to come to her senses. She stepped forward and grabbed Deng Zhilan's hand.
"Lanlan, you have to be mentally prepared."
Deng Zhilan's heart tightened.
"Everyone in the brigade said that the educated youth camp was flooded."
"Yan Zhen hasn't come back yet. Something might have happened."
How could Deng Zhilan possibly believe this news!
Wei Yanzhen is the male protagonist of the book. Even if everyone else died, it is impossible for him to have an accident.
"Mom, I don't believe it. I want to find him!"
Deng Zhilan could no longer sit still.
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