Xiaoduo and her friends played for several days before finally returning home, thoroughly enjoying themselves.
When I returned to China, I brought back many gifts and photos.
Zhao Qinglan looked through the children's group photos, feeling as happy as if she herself had been there.
Li Huai coughed lightly. "I'll go with you after I retire."
Zhao Qinglan glanced at her husband. "Then I'll have to wait a while. Next time I'll go with the kids."
Li Huai reluctantly shut up.
People were having a good time, but starting from the end of June, the news kept reporting that the water level in various parts of the Yangtze River basin had exceeded the warning line, and even people who were not nearby began to worry.
In early July, Zhao Qinglan received a phone call from her daughter-in-law, Ji Rou.
As soon as the call connected, Ji Rou became a little anxious.
"Mom, Yan Sen, he went to the front lines for disaster relief."
Zhao Qinglan felt a lump in her throat.
When did you go?
“Just last night, Mom. He had discussed it with me before. I was worried about him and was still hesitant. I didn’t want him to just leave.”
She knew that she and her husband were both soldiers, and that she shouldn't hesitate at this time. But when she thought of her young daughter, she couldn't bear to let her husband take the risk. However, her husband still left.
"Ji Rou, he's a soldier. Please take good care of Jin'er." After a long silence, Zhao Qinglan sighed.
Ji Rou sobbed as she agreed.
When Li Huai got home, he saw his wife sitting there in a daze.
After learning what had happened, he said gravely, "This is his responsibility."
"I know, but how can we parents not worry?"
Not only Da Wa, but also Li Huai's side, soon began to mobilize troops to provide support due to the increasingly severe floods in the Yangtze River basin.
Zhao Qinglan couldn't go to the front lines for flood relief, but she could help from other sources.
She gave the order to get her charity foundation up and running, purchasing tents, drinking water, food and other supplies to support the flood relief efforts.
Lanxin has also distributed a large number of employees and supplies to all its branches and supermarkets in the disaster area.
Furthermore, Zhao Qinglan organized a charity donation drive, calling on many colleagues to contribute to flood relief efforts.
Her family members were the first to respond. Xiao Duo and Erwa both donated money, and Madam Sun, Yi Ningxiang and others followed suit.
After seeing the floods in China while he was abroad, Sanwa immediately withdrew some money from his stock account and sent it back to his mother to buy relief supplies.
Although they are not on the front lines, countless people are concerned about the disaster area.
Every time Zhao Qinglan sees news reports of disaster victims and soldiers covered in mud while carrying out rescue operations, she can't help but shed tears.
In the face of major disasters, we can always see the Chinese people united as one.
There were hardships, but there were also many touching stories and scenes.
Sanwa returned to China quickly after his summer vacation started, spending every day at home with his worried mother.
"Mom, how long do you think this flood will last?" Sanwa asked tentatively.
Zhao Qinglan didn't realize her son's intention and just sighed, "There's still a long way to go."
She doesn't remember the exact time the floods ended, but she does remember it lasting for two or three months.
Even knowing this would happen, she, an ordinary person, couldn't fight against nature.
Knowing about their mother's strangeness, the three children all sighed, it seemed they still had a long way to go.
Aside from donating money and effort, there was nothing else he could do to help with the floods; all he could do was try his best to make his mother happy at home.
Besides these, the whole family was also worried about their eldest child, who was always on the front lines of disaster relief.
Da Wa volunteered to go to the front line of flood control from the very beginning.
As the floods affected multiple provinces, he traveled to various regions, always fighting on the front lines.
While worrying about her husband, Ji Rou could only play the role of a strong and proud mother in front of her daughter.
Little Jin didn't understand much. When she was in kindergarten, some of the other children mentioned the floods.
Jin'er said proudly, "My dad is a People's Liberation Army soldier, and he's helping out there. My mom says my dad is very capable."
Children generally admire soldiers, and they all envied Jin'er upon hearing this.
Even the kindergarten teachers, knowing that Jin'er's father was on the front lines fighting floods, told the other children that Jin'er's father was a hero.
Of course, the teachers also felt some pity for Jin'er.
Children are innocent and don't know how dangerous it is to fight floods and provide disaster relief on the front lines. They are only proud that they have a great father.
Because of this, the teachers treated Jin'er even better.
When Jin'er got home, she mentioned how her classmates envied her and how her teacher praised her. Ji Rou praised her in front of her daughter, saying how great she was.
After the child falls asleep, I feel heartbroken and shed tears.
During the days her husband was on the front lines, she ate little and often woke up in the middle of the night, and she visibly lost weight.
Zhao Qinglan knew that her daughter-in-law was worried about her son, so she would call often and send various things.
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Da Wa now holds a high-ranking officer position and could have stayed inside the tent to command, but he, like the other soldiers, spends his days outside carrying sandbags and blocking the dikes.
Sometimes, they would even row lifeboats with their comrades to rescue trapped people.
Ji Rou lost weight at home, and he also lost a lot of weight.
Moreover, because he had very little rest time every day and was always running around and working hard, he became rough and dark-skinned, and his hands were covered with cracks and scars.
Occasionally, when he leans against the wall to rest, he likes to take out photos of his wife and daughter and look at them.
Looking at the people in the photos, he told himself to hold on and make it up to his family when he got back.
Communication was difficult at the front lines, and he could only find an opportunity to call home and let his family know he was safe every few days.
Every time Ji Rou heard his voice on the phone, she felt at ease for several days.
The eldest child also made a phone call to his parents.
On the phone, Da Wa sounded very guilty. "I'm sorry, I made you worry."
Zhao Qinglan's eyes reddened, and Li Huai said directly, "Take care, remember you still have family, Dad is proud of you."
The older child choked up. "Mmm."
Li Huai appeared calm in his tone, but his heart was anything but calm.
As a fellow soldier, he was even more aware of how many soldiers had lost their lives in the flood relief efforts since the disaster began.
However, as a soldier, he would not hold his son back and had to encourage him to persevere.
This is the responsibility and duty of a soldier.
When the country and the people need you, you must immediately step forward and shoulder the heavy responsibility.
The floods have been a source of concern and attention for people across the country.
After overcoming difficulties together time and time again, everyone finally saw the dawn of victory.
If Zhao Qinglan remembered correctly, the floods in various places did not show signs of receding until the end of August.
Upon learning that their eldest child would soon be withdrawing to the rear, the family finally breathed a sigh of relief.
However, the grim situation is not completely over yet; after the disaster, there is still epidemic prevention and reconstruction.
Fortunately, the most difficult time has passed, and smiles have returned to everyone's faces.
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