Against the current Hengdao

The convoy led by Yan Xiaodao and his team drove into the village and went straight to his house.

The car drove past the asphalt road that Mr. Yan built for the villagers at his own expense.The road is now beyond recognition, with debris piled up on both sides and earthworks in a mess, and the narrow path left in the middle can't even fit a car.The asphalt pavement was overwhelmed and cracked by some giant machinery. The long and deep cracks were shocking, as if they had just experienced a terrible earthquake.

The roads are destroyed like this, can the house still exist?

Yan Xiaodao only glanced at it from a distance, and this glance made him tremble with fear, his breath solidified at the same time as the flying gravel in the air.

His house is really gone.

Yan Xiaodao strode over the gravel and rubble, and rushed through obstacles composed of copper walls and iron walls.The second-floor building and the small courtyard of his hometown have been dismantled into pieces, and only half of the wall is left standing on the pile of rocks in a lonely posture, and the wall is crumbling.

What about the Yan family?

How could this be? !

Yan Xiaodao was instantly hit by a bad premonition, and his complexion was like being poured with a pot of white paint, tending to the state of fragmentation before collapse.He stepped on the pile of rubble like crazy, looking for the original location of the living room and kitchen, trying to lift those heavy cement boards with his bare hands, trying to dig out if there were any living people buried underneath...

Behind him was a group of younger brothers, too stunned by the scene in front of them to shout.In silence, everyone hurriedly helped to pry the cement board.

Sure enough, if you care about it, you will be confused, and Mr. Yan's mind is confused.His climbing leg trembled slightly, almost spraining his freshly repaired ankle again.

Yan Xiaodao made the worst prediction at a certain moment, and fate will not reserve too much kindness for him.There have been too many ups and downs in these years, and fate has never hesitated to add bricks and tiles to the setbacks and hardships on the road of his life.Is it also because he is too hard on his own life, and he only wants to conquer the people close to him? ...

The lightly packed convoy led by Captain Mao also arrived in position after a few minutes.

Without delay, Ling He strode out of the car, staring in amazement at a group of men digging earth and rocks on the site of Yan's house crazily—how could this happen?

Ling He recognized at a glance that the remaining half of the standing wall was the bedroom where he and Xiaodao slept together. The two once intimately covered a quilt, looked up at the stars and talked about their family background.Downstairs from the bedroom is the living room, and he was still thinking about the delicacy of Yan's mother's table of stewed fish, roasted duck, pork elbow and corn tortillas.A lingering and sweet memory is now mercilessly dismantled into fragmented rubble.His nostrils were filled with gunpowder smoke from sand and soil, and he couldn't even smell the smell of memories.

He rushed up now, and even two extra hands couldn't help.

Ling He thought for a while: This is impossible, who has such a fat gall?After all, Yan Xiaodao is a well-known boss who has gone out in this village. If he is a Buddha, he will give three points. Even a kid knows how to worship a great god. Who would dare to demolish Yan's house casually without saying hello?

He looked around, looking for the target he wanted to care about, and quickly locked on to the huge monster made of steel and iron arms 50 meters away.He had seen that thing in the village a few months ago, wasn't it the excavator that Mr. Yan, who claimed to have a professional technical license, had brought him to play with!

Ling He left Yan Xiaodao at the excavation site where the group was working, and ran towards the crowd gathering place in the direction of the excavator.He didn't expect it at the time, he ran in the right direction and grabbed the right position.

There is a dense melon and vine vegetable field and a shack for free-range chickens to peck at the site of Yan's house. 50 meters away is the homestead of the uncle next door to Yan's house.The two have been neighbors for more than 20 years, and their friendship is very strong.

The excavator just shoveled Yan's house, and drove into the next house unstoppably.

The courtyard was surrounded by water, and the dust and fireworks mixed into an anxious smell that was about to ignite.The iron-armed giant shovel has reached under the eaves of the main entrance, and the ferocious face with sharp teeth is enough to cut through the wall and dig the foundation.

Yan anxiously grabbed the old neighbor's arm: "Old Yu, calm down, don't be impulsive, talk about what you have to say..."

The uncle next door is named Yu Zhonghai. "What are you talking about? They're going to demolish my house!" Yu Zhonghai's face was sweating wantonly, and his anger was deeply embedded in the vicissitudes of life. Leveled?...The 200-meter homestead is only counted as 100 meters for us, half of the compensation will be deducted, and it will be eaten by corrupt officials in the town! We can't agree!"

"That's right, the boss of the developer is said to be the mayor's brother-in-law, his wife is said to be the president of the bank, and his son is said to be the son-in-law of the leader of Linwan City... We have to go to the central government to appeal to the central government for our blood, sweat, land and house Those bosses and corrupt officials let those bad guys fill their pockets, let's drink the northwest wind, it won't work!"

The gossip from all walks of life was scattered into fragments and fragments, and then gathered together from the tortuous channels, and then passed through the family and added oil and vinegar in the middle, and finally turned into a flood of convincing public opinion, which washed away the road in Huima Town. Flood embankments in disrepair and vulnerable.

Yan's persuasive persuasion could not suppress the uproar of the two groups of people who turned against Yingtian. The two sides were at war with each other, and the accumulated resentment for a long time burned the originally clear and calm eyes. The lower arm of the mantis is the victim of the car.

The crowd was so excited that it became a large group of ants' nests.

The elegant and calm Mr. Ling pushed his way out of the crowd, and was caught on his head with a basket of vegetables by the aunt who was rolling up his sleeves and fighting with the demolition team.

Ling He tore off a few rapeseed leaves tangled in his hair.

When he was thrilled, he grabbed Yan Shi's elbow from behind and met Yan Shi who turned his head. "Auntie, come back quickly, you have scared your filial son!" Ling He showed the kindness and kindness that most aroused the love of mothers, and immediately reassured Yan.

In order to keep their house and land, Yu Zhonghai and his wife set up a ladder to climb up the wall and planted a dazzling red flag on the eaves.The bright red flag, against the gray sky, showed a dazzling blood color.

Yan, who was full of Buddhist thoughts, slapped the wall and shouted to his old neighbor: "Old Yu, come down with your wife, it's dangerous up there!"

Ling He has nothing else to do. He is too lazy to look up at Uncle Yu, a nail household who is climbing the wall and waving flags, and he is not interested in watching the women's anti-demolition team fighting with demolition team members with pots and pans. Those bustles are trivial to him. At the end, he was wondering which ghosts and snakes sent out this demolition team, who dared to break ground on Taisui?There seemed to be a lot of turmoil in front of him, but it was clear in his sight. He just needed to push away the thick fog of unknown truth, and first hold Mama Yan firmly in his palm.

He only cares about the person Xiaodao cares about, Xiaodao's adoptive mother.

Ling He turned his head at this moment.

In his field of vision, the excavator started suddenly, the crawler-type tires crushed the ground and made a deafening roar, and the steel and iron claws broke through the dust and gunpowder smoke and planed down towards the high wall. The momentum from top to bottom was enough to scrape the top of Mount Tai!

Thick yellow smoke rose as far as it could reach, and the wall collapsed angrily with a "boom" under the eyes of everyone...

In Yan's field of vision, amidst the strong tinnitus, she caught a glimpse of Ling He's mouth shape yelling at her.

Ling He's yelling could only be transformed into a small sharp sound that was absorbed into her eardrums.Ling He hastily pushed her away, causing her to stagger from the wall in danger and land on the safety island one step at a time.When she turned her head again, the pile of bricks and rubble hitting the gable wall made her barely see Ling He, the young man she liked very much after only seeing him once.

Yan Xiaodao dug for a while, distracted, and his hot impulse gradually cooled down. He raised his head from the high place of his ruined house, and this glance was like breaking his heart!

In Yan Xiaodao's field of vision, he saw that excavator stretched out its unstoppable iron arms, and dug down with a shovel. Under the crumbling gable below, a long-haired figure swayed past.

Yan Xiaodao roared, and jumped down from the ruins, the falling earth and rocks hit him mercilessly on his heart, splashing a spot of blood on the softest part of his heart.That was a heavy burden that should have been on him, but Ling He was forced to carry it for him.

Ling He held his breath amidst the smoke and dust, as if he was falling into an abyss, but he was very clear-headed and knew what he was doing.

The moment he rushed over to push Yan Shi away, the word "Mom" flashed in his mind.

It was completely involuntary, and even belonged to the self-indulgent sentimentality that came without saying hello and uninvited, and he was caught off guard when the thought flashed by.It's just that I haven't called "Mom" for a long time, and I was too timid to speak, so that at the critical moment, the word was choked in my throat and I didn't call it out, so that Yan Shi couldn't hear anything.

This word is too strange to him, since his mother died at the age of six, it has been deliberately avoided and discarded out of consciousness.People's subconscious minds know how to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages. Knowing that recalling it is a painful past, Mr. Ling has long armed himself into an invincible face that his relatives do not recognize, let the mask grow on his face with flesh and blood, and easily He didn't want to reveal to anyone that he was so easy to push himself and others.

However, the mother in his heart, with curly long hair hanging down her swan-like neck, has a beautiful, elegant and well-educated image deeply rooted in her, completely different from the plain and ordinary middle-aged village woman in front of her.These two women who are so different, but because of some subtle feelings and empathy, the two figures silently overlap in Ling He's heart and even reach the same goal by different routes. In the end, they both settle on the meaning of representing the warm embrace of a mother's love.Unknowingly, he seemed to be subtly taught by Mr. Yan, and jumped into the pit dug for him by the knife. He squatted at the bottom of the pit, and tasted the long-lost precious emotion...

On the top of his head were planed iron claws, and Ling He's long hair fell into the loess, willingly lying in the soft pit.

The noise in the ears disappeared temporarily, and the roar of the machinery turned into the hoarse and intermittent electric sound from the old record player, and fled lightly to the distance...

Thick smoke covered the sky and the sun, and the people present exclaimed "It's crushing people to death", and the crowd fell into a "buzzing" chaos like a poked beehive.

Yan Xiaodao got under the mechanical arm with a head of gunpowder smoke, facing Shang Linghe's eyes!

Ling He's eyelids were dotted with heavy loess, only a pair of light green pupils could move around nimbly, spit out a mouthful of mixed mud with a "poof".I didn't eat candied haws today, so he gnawed a mouthful of the earthy dregs.

Yan Xiaodao slammed his high-hanging heart on the diaphragm, and his heart ached: "Linghe, don't move!"

He turned back and rushed to the cab of the excavator, dragged the driver out of the seat, and cursed a three-character scripture.If he hadn't considered the appearance and identity, he would have cut this guy's skin, and his life was at stake, so he acted so recklessly and worked for a tiger.

Yan Xiaodao sat in the driver's seat by himself.

Ling He was harder than his life, and just rolled into a depression, judging from the flexibility of his eyeballs, he didn't seem to be injured.Yan Xiaodao's palms were wet with sweat. He thought for a long time whether the joystick should be up or down, but he didn't dare to do it.He lifted the joystick slightly with his hands, and raised the steel arm that can only crush the bones of the living!

Mr. Yan got back an excavator driver's license from the vocational high-tech school, and he didn't learn it in vain.Any skill can be used on an important occasion in life and carried forward.

A group of younger brothers from the Yan family supported Yan to stand on the slope, they were all stunned at that time, they forgot to help, and watched without saying a word.The articulate Yang Xiaodi and the loyal Kuanzi were concentrating their firepower on the fight against the big goblin and brainwashing their boss. The vixen surnamed Ling is a femme fatale and has no good intentions. He is digging a hole in front of him waiting to bury you Woolen cloth……

Yan Xiaodao quickly jumped out of the cab, and then dug out the half-buried Ling He from the pit with his bare hands, his heart skipped a beat.

Mr. Ling's whole body was covered with a layer of loess, and the thick soil was about to scab over this man, wrapping him into a rather funny terracotta warrior—a terracotta warrior with a handsome face.Yan Xiaodao boasted in a low voice: "You don't even need to put on makeup, you can act directly on the set, why is no director looking for you?"

Ling He laughed at himself and said, "What can I play? Can I play with you?"

Ling He's long hair was covered with twig debris and mud to form a fake bird's nest, but there was not a single drop of blood on his body, nor was his bone injured.Sure enough, this beautiful and poisonous demon surnamed Ling was the biggest in front of King Hades, and no one dared to provoke him.

Yan Xiaodao hugged the "yellow earth bird's nest" that he couldn't bear to look directly at, and kissed him at an angle that others couldn't see, feeling very distressed.

Cleanliness made Ling He itch all over, and coolly pushed the knife away: "It's too dirty, don't touch me."

Sure enough, Mr. Yan also kissed the soil, and his teeth were filled with dirt. At this moment, he missed the taste of candied haws very much.

Mao Zhixiu, who got in through the gap, took a look, covered his face and fell back: "Mr. Ling, don't ruin your dowry, which is so skinny and fleshy!"

Ling He only used two glances to turn aside Mao Xiangu, who was everywhere and specially tricked him.He shook his hair, supported Yan Shi who ran up to hug him: "Auntie, are you alright?"

"Son, you frightened me, how dangerous it was just now! I thought, thought, thought that the shovel went down just now, and I thought, thought, thought that your lower body and legs were scraped off!...Auntie was so scared that she shed tears..." Yan wiped it away The watery light bursting out of true affection between the lines at the corners of the eyes, and Ling He's figure was truly reflected in the black eyes, he really loved her, and hugged and rubbed her most rare handsome guy vigorously.This is the most handsome young man she has ever seen in ten miles and eight villages. What if he hurts some important place with a shovel?

"My child, your legs..." Yan's mother slipped her gaze down to Ling He's long, strong legs. Are your legs shoveled?!"

A simple and well-meaning person can't turn his head. Yan squatted down in surprise, stroked and stroked Ling He's knee and calf repeatedly: "Isn't your leg lame?"

Ling He didn't want to let Mrs. Yan know the truth, thinking that her heartfelt love had fed her heart and dog's lungs. At this time, she gave her filial son the wink for help, and kicked the ball to Mr. Yan.Yan Xiaodao didn't change his face: "Mom, his leg has been healed, I'll heal it!"

Yan Xiaodao really agrees with this sentence and feels a sense of accomplishment.Ling He's legs, together with Ling He's foul-smelling temper, were indeed cured by taking several doses of strong medicine and fighting poison with poison.This Mr. Ling just owed his men to take good care of him, and now he is cured very well.

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