Xiaobing Fang Heng

Yang Yi paused for a moment, and continued: "It's fine to sleep with clothes on, I've got goosebumps from being squeezed with you two..." The next sentence was squeezed back by Fang Heng's winking smile, and Yang Yi's eyebrows frowned. I turned back and said, "Anyway, I have to persevere tonight."

Yue Zitong nodded not very energetic, his body was sticky and uncomfortable in this weather, but it was still terribly cold, he felt like being wrapped in plastic wrap, and he was so stuffy.He looked at Fang Heng who was sitting next to him. He was afraid of sweating if he hugged him, but he was afraid of the cold if he didn't hug him. After struggling for a while, he simply got up and wandered around the room.

This time, Fang Heng was lying alone on the bed. Fang Heng turned over a few times and stretched comfortably. How about a leg massage?"

Yang Yi looked at him calmly, waiting for his next words.

Sure enough, Fang Heng then said, "Then you can press it for me too."

"Bring the hooves." Yang Yi said angrily, changed his direction and sat down, grabbed Fang Heng's ankle and put it on his thigh, pinched it twice, glanced over, glanced at him, and slowly moved his eyes. He narrowed his eyes, bent down like a crescent moon, and smiled dimpledly.

Fang Heng blinked, a little shocked, Yang Yi's brows in front of him were soft and messed up, his eyes seemed to contain something deeper, tolerant and doting, let Fang Heng have a kind of back to the two When he was alone, he behaved so intimately that he still felt a little attached to him amidst the uneasiness.

Yue Zitong paused slightly in waving his arms, and his gaze swiveled around the figures of the two people, feeling inexplicably unable to get in, so he simply turned around and opened the door to go out to solve his personal problems.

It's just that when he turned around, he didn't see the interaction between the two on the bed.

The legs that were placed on Yang Yi's body were bent, Fang Heng pursed his lips and smiled, stepped on the middle of Yang Yi's legs with his heel, and rubbed them ambiguously a few times.

Yang Yi raised his eyebrows to look at him, paying attention to Yue Zitong's movements from the corner of his eyes, he lifted his ankle hard, pressed it, pulled it, and pressed it back.

Fang Heng struggled twice but did not break free, smiled strangely, licked the corner of his lips with the tip of his tongue, and his eyes fell on Yang Yi's lips.

Yang Yi only felt that most of the aura on his body disappeared, and he was speechless in embarrassment. Fang Heng must know what he just did.

Over there, Yue Zitong pulled the trouser chain, and the temperature here immediately returned to normal. Fang Heng stared at the ceiling in a daze, while Yang Yi lowered his head and continued to press it, hiding the embarrassment on his face.Yue Zitong stroked the back of his head and glanced back and forth, sat on the chair, stared blankly at the fire, and gradually began to nod and doze off under the gaze of the two people. Finally, he couldn't bear it anymore, and simply lay down on the table.

When Fang Heng saw it, his eyes flashed instantly, and he raised his leg to tease Yang Yi.

Yang Yi glared at him viciously, got up and pushed the man inside, then called Yue Zitong over, let the two sleep on the bed with their arms around each other, and lay down on the table for half the night.

The next day, the sky was bright and the rain was much lighter. Yang Yi got in touch with the rear headquarters again. It is said that after the field scouts arrived, the rear dispatched a lot of supplies, and the injured victims were well received. After the resettlement and safety of life were resolved, Lei Lian temporarily served as the deputy captain of the Tanjia Village Flood Relief Brigade and began to excavate the property of the local victims.

All in all, Yamashita's work is proceeding in an orderly manner.

At the same time, the landslide repair project under the charge of their company commander Jizhu Karma has entered a difficult stage. Last night, a section of the road rolled down boulders, the road surface was completely destroyed, and large equipment vehicles could not go up the mountain. The local government sent many construction workers In addition to repairs by the team, in order to prevent possible dangers, Jizhu Karma and the others are discussing whether they can build a simple road and let the vehicles blocked on the road go down the mountain first.

The flood fighting brigade at the foot of the mountain has temporarily won the initial victory, the blocked river has been cleared, and it is heading north along the river.

All of a sudden, the officers and soldiers of the 13th Army in Chongqing were dispatched one after another to fight on the front line of disaster relief, while Yang Yi and the others took advantage of the light rain to leave the hut and head for higher mountains.

Yang Yi didn't choose the most difficult route when drawing up the road map, so they only have two places today, which are said to be the residences of forest rangers.

Different from the situation in Tanjia Village, the trees on this mountain are very luxuriant, and each tree is almost 30 years old. Yang Yi led the people to climb up the higher mountain along the muddy and steep path, occasionally listening to Listening to the chat between the two behind, occasionally thinking about the person he will meet next.

He confirmed that this person must be able to see, or that he very much hopes to see the old man.

Halfway through the journey, Yang Yi turned around and looked at the two soldiers behind him, "Do you think you can live alone for 30 years?"

"What?" Fang Heng looked up at him in confusion.

"Do you think the trees next to it are beautiful?"

"?"

"Actually, it's hard for me to imagine that someone would sacrifice their entire life for the trees in the mountains."

"?"

Seeing Fang Heng's blank face as if reading a book, Yang Yi turned his eyes to Yue Zitong, "The place we are going to next is the home of a forest ranger. His name is Zhao Wang. He is 72 years old this year. According to the locals, He lived on the mountain with his wife and children for more than 30 years."

Yue Zitong didn't react, and habitually asked his own question, "Does his child go to school?"

"..." Yang Yi froze for a moment and shook his head, "I don't know. Forget it, you just need to know that this family has planted more than 30 trees in the past 6000 years on the mountain."

"More than 6000?" Yue Zitong was speechless, looking back and forth, "How much does it cost?"

"..." This is the generation gap, Yang Yi sighed, turned and continued walking.

"How much can these trees sell for?" Fang Heng became interested and asked Yue Zitong.

Yue Zitong shook his head, "The species and age of the trees are different, so the selling price is different. Anyway, there are more than 6000 trees... there must be a million."

"Damn!" Fang Heng's eyes widened, "When you plant a tree, you will grow hair."

"Millions for decades, is it necessary? Shut yourself up in the mountains." Yue Zitong shrugged, feeling that this deal would not be worthwhile, and he would be suffocated if he left the group.

"Does it need to be locked up in the mountains? Work hard in the first few years, and when the tree is alive, come to see it once a month and it's over."

"It's also..." Yue Zitong looked up and his eyes started to shine, "It's all money..."

Fang Heng also shook his head in admiration, replacing these trees with RMB in his eyes, "I'm leaving the army later, let's plant trees together."

Yang Yi raised his eyebrows when he heard this, and the corners of his mouth curled up. Is it only necessary for Yue Zitong's relationship to plant trees?The roads are basically paved, and walking along is much easier than planting trees.

I laughed secretly for a while, and then simply said, "These trees should have been planted in the commune's time. At that time, there was no private contracting system. To be clear, these trees are not personal, but state property."

"Eh!?" Fang Heng and Yue Zitong were stunned at the same time.

"But the old man Zhao Wang has been planting these years."

"The one planted later is his own?" Yue Zitong asked.

"...I don't know." Yang Yi sighed, "You can ask when you see someone later."

"To be honest, planting trees for other people is a blessing." Yue Zitong pursed her lips and complained.

Yang Yi pursed his lips and chuckled, and sighed, the age is really different, the older generation’s selfless dedication, the new generation’s expenditure and income are equal, the age and education have caused their values ​​to be different, even myself is the same, there is no benefit I don't have that interest in doing things like pictures.Thinking of this, Yang Yi frowned slightly, a little confused about what he was trying to achieve by doing so much for Fang Heng.

Along the way to the middle of the mountain, I turned on a mountain path paved with stones. After walking about 300 meters, I saw an obviously artificially excavated platform. Three finished brick houses were built on the platform.

"Wow!" A big yellow dog rushed out from the door of one of the brick houses.

Yang Yi bent down as if to pick up something and throw it away, but the big yellow dog was frightened and stopped moving forward, standing where it was roaring. Fang Heng and the others saw that Yang Yi's action was effective, but they were afraid that the dog would pounce on them, so they hurriedly followed suit and bent down. Waisted.

The two sides held each other for a few seconds, and an elderly voice shouted, "Mangzi! Huh!"

The big yellow dog turned his head and took a look, his eyes became more fierce, and he was about to pounce on him again. A short and dark old man rushed out from the house, grabbed the dog, and watched them laugh excitedly. Shut up, "Baby soldier?"

Yang Yi nodded, and his eyebrows spoke kindly, "Excuse me, is this Uncle Zhao Wang?"

"No. Come, come." The old man couldn't wait to rush over, grabbed Yang Yi's hand and shook it, so strong that Yang Yi frowned slightly, noticing the eagerness and excitement in the old man's brows.The old man grabbed Yang Yi and walked into the house, saying incoherently as he walked, "I am his son. The old man is sick in bed. I just want to take him down the mountain. You came too timely. The rain has been falling. We A man can't do it, you guys came too soon, I...I..."

Yang Yi nodded, "No problem, this is what we should do, how is Uncle sick?"

While talking, Yang Yi had been brought into the house, Fang Heng and Yue Zitong glanced at each other, and instantly understood the meaning in each other's eyes, and then they seemed to be busy.

When Yang Yi entered the room, he saw an old man lying on the bed, with gray hair, a sluggish expression, and a layer of gray on his wrinkled face. There was an old woman taking care of him. He looked like a visitor in military uniform. , as if the tense nerves were relaxed, tears fell directly, and wept while covering my mouth.

Zhao Youcai and Yang Yi, the sons of Uncle Zhao Wang, never let go of their hands. When they saw their father, their eyes turned red, and they sucked their noses and said, "I've had a high fever for a week, and it subsided last night. I thought there was nothing wrong with it." Something happened, who knows, the situation is even worse today, this expression... this expression..."

Yang Yi patted his arm, "It's okay, the situation is urgent now, do you think you should memorize it directly or...?"

"I can only memorize it, there is no other way." After finishing speaking, Zhao Youcai bent down and whispered in Zhao Wang's ear, "Father, which one do you see coming? The People's Liberation Army, can you see the uniform? Just hold on a little longer. We'll send you down the mountain right away, hold on."

The old man rolled his eyes, looked at the three people at the door, gasped, and nodded weakly.

Without Yang Yi's instructions, Fang Heng knew that the situation was urgent. He once heard from his grandma that most of the old people would have gray complexions before they died, as if they hadn't washed for a few days, and their noses would collapse. After comparing the characteristics one by one, If what his grandma said is true, the old man is basically exhausted.

He was a little nervous and didn't know what to do. He could only stare blankly at Yang Yi squatting beside the bed, carrying the old man on his back. The old man's son took the raincoat and covered the old man. He got up and hurried out of the house.

Fang Heng walked fast all the way behind him, his head was a little confused, it took half a day to go down the mountain, I don't know if it will be too late, if halfway...

The speed of descending the mountain was very fast. Yang Yi was walking like flying with the person on his back, and the son of the old man Zhao Wang followed closely to protect him, talking to the old man, distracting the old man.

The atmosphere was very tense. Fang Heng and Yue Zitong found it very hard to chase them empty-handed, but they were more worried about Yang Yi slipping and falling. It is easy to go up the mountain and difficult to go down. This weather is even more difficult. In this case, the old man is slightly injured. no.

After changing hands twice in the middle, Yang Yi and Zhao Wang's son were exhausted. Yang Yi insisted on reaching an easy path, then stopped and called out, "Fang Heng."

Fang Heng was so entangled by this atmosphere, he replied "Yes!", and hurriedly squatted on the ground, and after two seconds, the old man moved to his back.

It was very light, and the hand on the lap could feel the old man's thinness, and he could clearly hear the old man's uncomfortable 'humming' sound in his ears. Rescuing people was like putting out a fire. Fang Heng lowered his head and was about to rush forward.

"Be careful." Yang Yi panted heavily.

"En." Fang Heng nodded, holding on to the old man's leg.

In fact, up to now, Fang Heng's head is still a little confused, and he never thought that he would suddenly encounter such an urgent situation.

The family environment of his family is not to say it is very good, but it is not too bad. He is also a child in the city. He always knows that if there is anything, he can just call him. He never thought that one day he would be in the mountains. Carrying a critically ill old man on his back, he ran thousands of miles in the rain. The situation was so urgent that it seemed that even breathing was such a luxury.

Yes, breathing, he could clearly hear the sound of the old man's longing to live, uninterrupted, rapid, and nostalgic, wanting to hold on to life.

"Uh...it's pretty..." Amidst the sound of breathing, the old man said a word with difficulty.

"What?" Fang Heng answered absently, only he could hear such a low voice.

"Trees...green..."

"Well, it looks good." Fang Heng nodded.

"Three...years ago...the tree was...stolen...stolen...cut down...14 trees..."

"..."

"Suddenly...suddenly it rained...the seedlings that were just planted...the seedlings...came down..."

"..."

"Distressed..."

"..." Fang Heng didn't know why, his eyes became hot all of a sudden, and he nodded heavily, "Mmm", "Don't worry, the rain will stop soon."

"It looks good... I like it..."

Fang Heng sniffed and listened to the old man's muttering in his ear repeatedly. It looks good, it looks good, I like it... He slowed down so that the old man could see clearly. , he turned his head to look at Yang Yi, and wept silently.

……

The road down the mountain became infinitely long and heavy, and everyone's faces were stained with mourning. Fang Heng shed tears again as he listened to the old man's son talking intermittently about the old man's life.

The old man has no education, but he is very stubborn. I heard that 40 years ago, this mountain was still a wasteland, and mudslides of various sizes would occur every year in the rainy season. The tree controls the water, so he went up the mountain with a few saplings on his shoulders, planted dozens of them every year, and only a few survived every year. In such repeated failures, the old man gradually figured out the tricks of planting trees. As time went by, more and more trees grew on this barren mountain, and the floods gradually disappeared.

Later, the old man knew that this mountain was not his, and these trees were not his, but he continued to plant without hesitation, and became a forest ranger here with the little subsidy from the state. Silently, doing what you like and love.

Perhaps, this is a very ordinary and stubborn story of an ordinary person who is destined to be buried in the vast crowd. Such actions are even a bit silly. The words of the old man echoed in Fang Heng's head over and over again. I like it. I like it, I like it...

Such enthusiasm, such persistence, and such devotion are only because of two words, I like it.

……

Give everything for liking, firm, eager, and consistent.

Where are my favorites?

Where is my future?

For the first time, Fang Heng thought deeply about himself...