The Beijing-flavored tea master and the rich and powerful boss are HE

Song Zhi turned on the phone and saw that it was true.

Windy weather warnings and rainstorm warning reminders, one after another, all popped up.

With the bowl still in his hand, he poked his head out of the window to look out.The top of his head was covered in darkness, thick dark clouds covered the sky and the moon, as if something was brewing and rolling in a place he couldn't see, and it was about to roar towards this remote town.

Walk through a cramped corridor with dim lights, and walk to the door of Zheng Haizhong's house.

The old man was sitting with his back to the door, in the middle of the crowded furniture in the living room, facing an old TV.

Song Zhilian called him a few times.

"I heard it, I heard it, what's the matter?"

"It's said that it will rain tonight."

Zheng Haizhong didn't respond: "It's early, it only started in May last year."

Song Zhi asked again: "It's scary, why do you still say that you need to stockpile grain for ten days and a half a month?"

"Is this a big deal? When I was young, I would go to the river to carry sandbags to fight floods every two or three years."

"Don't panic."

The old man was fascinated by the opera, so give him a perfunctory meal.Song Zhi left, wondering what to do with the newly planted tea seedlings if it rained for ten days...

A gust of wind blew across the front, making Song Zhi's face flushed with sand, and he slipped into the house through the back door.In just a few seconds, rustling sounds came from the end of the street, and the heavy rain fell in an instant.

The town was full of shouts, and people rushed to their homes.

On the bluestone bricks, dense water droplets move forward at a fast speed.Not long after, the whole town was engulfed in the rain of heaven and earth.

this weather.

Song Zhi leaned against the back door, constantly worrying about the few fragile tea seedlings in the field.He looked towards the tea fields in the sky, still wanting to take precautions, but just before he took two steps, heavy raindrops swished down, causing his head to hurt, so he could only come back in a state of embarrassment.As for what the village party secretary was still shouting heartbreakingly on the radio, he couldn't hear a word.

The power supply is interrupted, and no entertainment activities can be arranged, or maybe white noise is too suitable for sleep.This night, Song Zhi went to bed very early.

When I opened my eyes again——

The world has changed.

The heavy rain stopped, and the sun was shining outside, as if it was an unprecedented sunny day.

"Isn't it all right..." Song Zhi muttered, got up and opened the window.

Four or five neighbors were standing under his attic and in front of Uncle Zheng's house, chatting about something unknown.Uncle Zheng's daughter holds a long and thin bamboo stick in her hand, and while talking to people, she pokes it hard on the ground.

The stick was submerged in half, and then I struggled to pull it out.When she came out, it seemed like she was dredging the sewer... she couldn't see anything... because the water had already overflowed her thighs and was as deep as her buttocks.

Song Zhi woke up instantly.

Falling so high overnight?

As if being shocked by an electric shock, his body tensed up for a moment.He didn't even wear clothes, and ran to the corner of the stairs barefoot.

It was found that the entire hall was soaked in dirty water.

Stepping on the water, he walked towards the warehouse step by step.really--

The tea leaves in it floated all over the place.

There are [-] bags of fresh tea leaves in total. When carrying them back to the tea farm, the owner of the wholesale plastic bags at the tea market specially pierced holes for ventilation to prevent the water vapor from the freshly picked leaves from condensing on the inner wall of the plastic and drowning.

But now, the bags are filled with rainwater, and there are a few lighter bags leaning in the water.Green leaves float on the water, everywhere around you.

"..."

All wasted.

Song Zhi counted it, let alone losing thousands of dollars.

Someone passed by the door and called him in: "Brother Song, are you just waking up?"

The latter wore only a pair of shorts all over his body, Tian Jiamu glanced at his body lightly, and looked away again.

"It's so big?"

Tian Jiamu nodded.

Song Zhi: "I went to bed early, and it's so serious..."

Seeing him at the door of the warehouse, the village official asked, "Have you flooded your tea?"

"Yes……"

Tian Jiamu wanted to walk towards him, he raised his legs alternately, cut through the water, and made a lingling sound.The linen trousers cling to the thighs, making them look even thinner.

He straightened the tea plastic bag, grabbed a handful inside, picked and picked, and found that it was really bad.

"...the tea field is the same, the roots of the tea trees are not soaked properly."

Song Zhi nunuzui, the tea trees are not good.He also knew that his own tea seedlings were more choking.

"You stay at home, I will go to rescue first."

"You haven't rested yet?"

"Oh." Tian Jiamu said as he walked out, "I just informed the elementary school that there would be no classes last night, but I got up early today and went to the reservoir to play with children, and I couldn't find anyone..."

Song Zhi stopped him: "Want to help?"

"Business can't be done today, and I'm still idle if I'm idle."

"No, I've contacted the downstream dam, and I'll search there later... I have to explain to their parents anyway."

"..."

Song Zhi watched the little village official leave, put on his clothes, and came out of the tea house.Dirty water flowed all the way, and the further you walked towards the tea fields, the deeper the water became.The sediment carried by the water climbed up from the hem of his jacket little by little.

The scene of the tea fields was miserable, the bushes were knocked down by the heavy rain, many leaves were bent, some were bent, and the tips hung down on the ground, a touch of tender green was muddy in the mud.

And his tea seedlings were even worse. Forty or fifty plants were all buried by sand and plastic sheets were stuck to the ground, rotten.

Song Zhi picked out two that seemed to be able to save lives, pulled them up, and stood still.

"Damn it," he muttered.

For nothing.

There was no one around, Song Zhi stood silently and helplessly for a while, then walked to the river in the town, looking for Tian Jiamu, but he was not there, only a few familiar leaders of the town government were there to receive the surveyors from their superiors.

The other party saw him and ignored him.Song Zhi stood aside alone, not intending to talk to them.

The trees on both sides of the river were swayed by the wind. Looking upstream, the flood rushing down was like a wild horse galloping past.The piers of the bridge were slapped fiercely by the water waves, and the splashing water vapor slapped everyone's faces.

Look around again.

The appearance of the small town that came into view on the high slope yesterday evening was completely changed overnight.

The flood is still rising, raging ferociously, roaring eastward.

Song Zhi was at a loss when he saw it. When he returned home, he passed by the supermarket and bought a bunch of convenience food, planning to spend the next ten days like this.

He also wanted to eat pancakes and noodles that the village party secretary yelled through the loudspeaker.But... I finally found a bag of white flour after rummaging through boxes and cabinets at home. When I opened it, the puffy white flour flour had already been damp and formed into big lumps, which flowed down sticky fingers.

"..."

By the end of the night, the water had gradually flooded to half the height of the stairs, and it wouldn't be long before the stairs would become a dead end.

Uncle Zheng's house was lower than the attic of the tea house. After dinner, his bed, the family's black soil pine dog, two rabbits and a cage of chickens were carried to the roof by his daughter.

It happened to be facing Song Zhi's window, and he could still stare at Song Zhi.

The two chatted.

The little tea master sat on the window frame with his legs fluttering outside, watching Zheng Haizhong uncork the green thermos bottle and make himself a cup of hot tea calmly.

"You don't forget Huang. Bingtang?"

Zheng Haizhong: "It's too bitter, it's delicious like this."

Song Zhi: "No, you can come and live with me. My sister-in-law's room is still empty. If you really spend the night blowing on the roof tonight, you will have crooked eyes and drooling tomorrow morning."

Zheng Haizhong paused and glared at him: "Thank you, you can really talk."

"I have a tent, but I didn't set it up." The uncle took a sip of the hot tea, satisfied, and suddenly looked back at the cage: "Hiss, I forgot to feed the leftovers to the dog..."

Hearing this, Song Zhi reached out to tear down the cat food on the table.

Mao Jian'er was curled up in a ball at the corner of the bed, but when he heard the sound of opening the package, he jumped up the window lightly, half-lyed to Song Zhi's side, and reached for his hand with two small paws, as if he didn't want him to be eaten by the dog.

The pure black soil pine hair is glossy and smooth, and it is kept in an iron cage without a roof, and it does not bark indiscriminately.Song Zhi threw out a handful of cat food, and Heitusong jumped up from the cage to catch it, jumping higher and higher.

Song Zhi teased it a few times, and after feeding it, he sent Mao Jianer to play with it.Mao Jianer struggled and "meowed" a few times, Uncle Zheng took it, opened the small door of the cage and threw it in.

Yide was so happy that he stomped his front legs on the spot and wagged his tail.

Song Zhi asked again: "Can't we move later? You have to suffer this crime at your age?"

"Sooner or later." Zheng Haizhong glanced at the land where he was born, took off the plastic bag tied to the handle of the green thermos bottle, and handed Song Zhi a big hot pancake.

There wasn't even any bran-swallowed vegetables around, and even so, Song Zhi ate them all with relish.

The cake is made of dead noodles, and the stomach will be blocked if you eat too much.I want to drink water, but under the current conditions, there is no clean water...

One of them sat on the window sill, and the other sat by the dog cage. After chatting, the sky changed again.Uncle Zheng set up his tent and went in.

Early in the morning on the second day of heavy rain, Tian Jiamu's voice sounded outside:

"Every family is optimistic about their own children! Don't come out at home!"

"The emergency rescue team will come soon! Don't worry! We are already contacting the downstream to open the reservoir!"

As he said, at three o'clock in the afternoon, the rescue team sent by the provincial capital finally arrived in the town.

A group of people rowed a lifeboat and said that they would go door to door to report the number of people, and let the elderly, women and children go first.Counting from Qianjie where Song Zhi was located, Uncle Zheng was the first rescue target.

Zheng Haizhong was very stubborn, and said to the rescuers: "I have been a soldier and can help, you first pull others!"

Song Zhi followed closely in the window and said leisurely: "Don't make trouble, help someone? How can I help? Sing Changbanpo seven in and seven out?"

Uncle Zheng pointed at him without cursing, and was quickly put on an orange life jacket by several young people.

Before leaving, he gave all the cakes to Song Zhi: "There are thousands of people queuing up for evacuation, but it will take you several days to queue up."

"I'm gone!"

Song Zhi waved casually.

Towards evening, the rain stopped again.

Tian Jiamu was directing hard on a kayak under the attic.The glasses lenses were covered with water stains, so he simply took them off, and he didn't know if he had fallen into the water. His clothes were completely soaked, stuck to his body, and standing in the cold wind, one can imagine the coldness.

"Jiamu, put on my clothes first!" Song Zhi threw a white T-shirt for him from the window: "Don't catch a cold!"

As soon as Tian Jiamu caught it, he looked up at Song Zhishi on the second floor, his green face soaked up the rain from the sky: "Thank you, Brother Song."

Tian Jiamu yelled all day, his throat hoarse: "Do you still have food at home? Is it enough?"

"Have."

"Has the uncle arrived at the evacuation point?"

"Here we are. It is said that the boat capsized halfway, and he fell ill again after falling into the water."

Song Zhi asked worriedly, "Is it okay?"

"It's okay. Just sit and talk to yourself, don't hurt anyone."

The rain kept hitting the village official's face. When he opened his mouth to speak, water would flow into his mouth: "I have to leave later, and I have to go to the provincial capital to transport supplies for the next week! Be careful!"

"It's you who should pay attention to safety." Song Zhi frowned, "Go..."

The surroundings gradually became quiet, the sun was about to set, and the setting sun cast a piece of golden light on the gray water.

He was sitting on the edge of the window with one leg hanging outside, staring at the scenery outside in a daze.

I was bored playing with my mobile phone to pass the time, and didn't stop until there was only one third of the battery left.On the mobile phone, all the pages are overwhelmingly pushing information about cheering for Qingyuan from all over the country. After replying to the concerned messages sent by his family and friends, he glanced at the battery with concern, and then pressed the power off button.

I thought it was okay to live alone, but in the middle of the third night, Song Zhi's state was a little bit wrong...

It's raining again...

As soon as the window is opened, water is poured in from the outside.The sky was covered with dark clouds, thunder followed one after another, Mao Jian'er was so frightened that he arched his back and burrowed into his arms.

Song Zhi touched the tip of the hair to show comfort, and looked up to see that the black soil pine dog on the opposite roof was being drenched pitifully.

He and it stared at each other for a few seconds in the rain.

Yide whimpered twice in the cage, seeing that the other party was still watching, he clawed at the iron cage desperately with his claws.

Song Zhi was also depressed.

The chickens and rabbits are fine, with a shed and a roof, but the dog cage is open to the air, and the rain is heavy. When will it be drenched?

Song Zhi put Mao Jianer on the bed, opened the window, and cast a glance down.Although the second floor is not high from the ground, the water level has submerged the first floor, and there is a little more than one meter between his window and Zheng Haizhong's roof. But I can't step on it...

Seeing that he was coming, Yide pawed even more urgently.Song Zhi gritted his teeth and stretched out a leg from the window frame.The world outside the window was unbearably cold, and the icy cold rain was crackling down, making him unable to open his eyes.

Stretch your legs and climb over carefully.

Fairly smooth.

The road back from carrying the dog was even more difficult. Song Zhi held a [-]-pound native dog in one hand, stretched his legs until he reached the frame in embarrassment, and grabbed the top of the window with one arm, keeping the mid-air split. Dacha panted for a while, then grabbed the door frame and swung himself in with great effort.

"call……"

He was so tired that he put the soil pine on the ground:

"Zheng Haizhong raised you so fat and strong!"

Wiping off the water from his face, Song Zhigang walked a little further away and took off his wet clothes while he was still breathing, afraid of getting the bed wet.

Looking again, the black soil pine was frantically shaking its hair beside his bed.In an instant, water droplets splashed in all directions, causing the hair tips on the side to bounce off.

"Fuck!" Song Zhi hurriedly pulled it aside: "Come over here!"

"I wet my grandpa's bed, where the hell am I going to make a living for the night?"

The bed ended up getting wet anyway.

It's so damp, I lie on it, it's extremely uncomfortable.In the middle of the night, when I touched the wet place outside from under the quilt, it was so cold that my hands were cold.

The body is also cold, and there is no electricity or water, so there is no possibility of taking a hot bath.

Song Zhi endured it uncomfortably, and finally fell asleep staring dazedly, only to wake up from the dream with a loud bang in the middle of the night.

Under the pale moonlight, he saw with his own eyes a house located on a high slope on the street obliquely behind the tea house. ...

In the night, a panicked voice came from an unknown direction:

"The embankment is broken!"

"The embankment is broken!!!"

"..."

With such a roar, every household is busy.Originally it was hoped that the dam would be strong enough, but the water level was getting tighter and the warning line couldn't be higher, and everyone was panicking.The huge Han River system can't tolerate such a heavy rainfall!

Tian Jiamu contacted the downstream in order to finally discharge the water into the Yangtze River, but now the Yangtze River is still pouring back!

Cataclysm.

In the season when spring tea is on the market, it can be called a disaster for the economic development of this small town.

At one o'clock in the middle of the night, the government sent heavy trucks to press down on the bridge over the river to prevent it from being washed away.The road on the land has long been swallowed up, and this is the last communication channel between Qingyuan Town and the outside world... The entire town is severely flooded, and all facilities have been shut down.

Song Zhi never fell asleep again. After all, the scene at night was too thrilling. The flood was so rampant that it could collapse the house... He didn't want to sit still. In the early hours of the morning, he tried to go downstairs countless times, but the most successful one was It was just that he had just arrived at the gate of the tea house, and was almost washed away by the strong current.

When dawn broke, Song Zhi hadn't gone out yet.

Sickly, he stuffed a mouthful of pancakes indiscriminately, his nose was stuffy and he had a headache, and after eating the cold pancakes, his stomach throbbed.

The whole person can't help becoming anxious, how can a person be reduced to this point while alive?

The sky was getting bright, and another family's house was connected to the foundation and neatly brought into the water...

People and volunteers from all over started to carry out the rescue.

The lifeboats run every 10 minutes, and there are a total of [-] boats.The torrential rain was sometimes fierce and sometimes slow, the water flow on the road was fast, and the rescue speed was very slow. I don't know when it will be discharged to him.

Even the vulnerable are not yet done with the evacuation.

He is a young man, and he is really embarrassed to ask when he will be able to line up.So Song Zhi decided to help.

When the rain stopped, he called a lifeguard, borrowed a rope, tied it around his waist, and came down from the second floor.

The water level was higher than a person's, and his feet slipped. He fell into it and didn't get up for a long time. He supported the wall in a crisis, and barely exposed his nose and mouth to the water.

"Come up!" Someone grabbed him.

Song Zhi was still in shock: "Thank you."

Afterwards, he put on the life jacket given by the other party and got off the lifeboat on the high slope.The sand flowed away from around his neck at high speed. At this speed, he had to avoid branches and any floating objects that might hurt people.Looking around, he went to the place where he needed help. He carried Liu Tutu and Liu Mingming down from the stairs, and lifted them onto someone else's boat without touching any water. Later, he carried a breastfeeding woman on his back. After picking up three people, his arms began to tremble uncontrollably.

Seeing that Song Zhi was working hard, some rescuers gave him a wooden plank, so that he could use the buoyancy of water to transport people without using his arms to lift him up.So like a ox, after receiving someone, he put the rope at the front end of the plank on his shoulder and leaned forward.

In an instant, the rough rope slammed into his shoulders, Song Zhi's eyes widened, he almost vomited blood, and cursed in a low voice.

Next to him, a boy of the same age also passed by with a board carrying people, and with a dark face, he asked him with concern: "What's wrong?"

Song Zhi held his breath and said it was all right.

He sailed up the river, took the women to the crossing, and carried them to the lifeboats.The deep water was turbid, and there were branches rolling in the water, scratching his clothes, but he didn't notice it.

Back and forth for a while, sent about dozens of times.

Song Zhi hadn't had much appetite for the past few days, but at noon this day, for the first time, he cooked three bowls of rice next to the rescue team's cauldron.

Sitting there and eating ruthlessly, it seems that I am not eating for eating, but just to repeat a chewing action to give my head a little feeling of intake.

After working so hard for two days in a row, Song Zhi was paralyzed from exhaustion.Finally, when the evacuation was about to end, the team leader said that he didn't need to help anymore, and told Song Zhian to wait in the small attic until they came to pick them up.

Song Zhi was relieved, walked up and down the second floor, fed cats and dogs, chickens and rabbits, bored, and finally stayed until the afternoon...

He simply brought his daily necessities and packed everything in the house, but he heard the world outside was quiet, and Mao Jianer curled up in a corner to sleep, sleeping soundly.

Song Zhi suddenly felt that something was wrong.

Look out again.

But he saw the last wave of lifeboats that had gone thousands of meters away.

He panicked.Leaning most of his body out of the window, he shouted to the departing lifeboat: "Hey!"

"Hey!!!"

What's going on here?

"Hey! Don't go! There's one more!!!"

While shouting, he waved vigorously, but his body lost his balance for a moment, his feet kicked empty, and he fell headfirst!

The water flowed quickly, and after falling into the water, the body rolled over like a dumpling. Song Zhi's heart and lungs stopped suddenly, and he wished he could grow a few more legs to fix it, but the water forcefully pulled him, and he was about to take him away with him.

The flood quickly flowed towards the back street, and Song Zhi was caught in it, leaving no room for struggle.He flopped a few times, trying to stand firm, but the mud and sand under his feet were even slippery, and he couldn't stand at all!

Seeing that he was gradually being washed away, he once grabbed trees and electric poles halfway, but his hands slipped and slipped, and each time the result made him feel helpless and hopeless.It is unknown whether he will rush to the deep water area. This is the first time he encountered a flood so personally, Song Zhi only felt a wave of terror from head to toe...

During the most panic-stricken 10-[-] minutes in his life, Song Zhi finally grabbed a big tree, vowed not to let go, braced himself forcefully, and got up with a low growl.

He climbed to the warehouse of someone else's house. The water in the house was not rushing, and it was much stronger than outside... Song Zhi grabbed the stair column and went upstairs, and finally sat down in the place where there was no water. long time.

It took three hours for the water to calm down slightly.

He gathered enough energy, found a plank he could grasp, and paddled tentatively all the way back home.

The little tea master who was pampered in the past has never been more embarrassed than this moment——

His face was pale, and water was dripping from his body. The dripping water dripped all the way to the second floor. There were holes in his white T-shirt, and there were a few mud marks on the ropes.

Both Mao Jian'er and Yide were frightened by the way he came in, and then Yide came over and licked his leg lightly.Song Zhi took off his clothes, pulled off the sheet exhaustedly, and dried himself.

He was sitting by the bed, exhaling hot air, feeling cold all over, speechless and dazed.

What now?

What to do?

Seeing that it was surrounded by floods and turned into a dead city, his cries for help fell silent.From afternoon to midnight, Song Zhi didn't wait for anyone to come.

He didn't want to understand how things would turn out like this...

An hour later, Song Zhi could no longer resist the physical and mental exhaustion.

He developed a high fever.

……

A natural disaster like the trumpet of doom seems to be willing to announce an end, and the torrent no longer rolls and surges, filling all the low-lying places.

Drowsy, with the sun rising and the moon setting, Song Zhi stayed up in the small attic for eight days, as if a long century had passed.

It's hard to imagine how people survive in the absence of water and food.

The pancakes that Zheng Haizhong left for him had already grown a layer of gray-green mold due to moisture and bacterial growth.

Song Zhi hugged his knees against the corner of the wall, feeling the burning sensation and pain in his internal organs.

His cheeks were hot, he was very thirsty, his head seemed to be roasted, as long as his head was not on his knees, the world would spin, the horizon would continue to rise and fall, and the mud-colored water would turn into the sky... His body was so dehydrated that he even No sweating... because there's nothing to sweat.

He lost the concept of time, facing the water every day, all thoughts were lost.

Maybe people are going to burn here.

……

In the chaotic consciousness, someone seemed to be talking in a hurry outside.

Hei Tu Song was starving, biting his tail madly in the house, suddenly scratching the ground with all four feet, staring out the window, and then barking loudly.

The moment someone opens the window, the goal is such a scene——

Song Zhi, whose body was hidden in a dark corner, quietly buried his head in his knees, and there was a flood that could not fade away from the height of his ankles. A raccoon cat with a sad expression, its front paws were picking at his hair, and its back legs were kicking. on his shoulders.

"..."

Song Zhi was about to faint from fever, so he tried his best to look up.

"You're here?"

The other party stood in the purple-gold sunset, behind the tall figure was a round of the sun that was about to set, and the contours of his resolute face were vaguely revealed in this beautiful evening mist.

Song Zhi was so weak that he spoke in an extremely low voice: "I thought I would never see you again in this life..."

"..."

The visitor's eyes dimmed slightly, and his thin lips opened and closed:

"I thought so too."

Song Zhi didn't have the strength to speak again, and lowered his head dumbly.

Someone shouted outside: "Mr. Fang, is anyone in there? When are we going to leave? It's running out of time!"

Fang Chengyan jumped over the small window, carried the man on his back, and lifted the tip of the hair with one hand.

"And..." Song Zhi whispered on the man's back.

and also.

They were on a lifeboat with cats, dogs, rabbits and chickens.

Song Zhi rested his head on the man's broad right shoulder, dimly, he could feel the world around him begin to move.There was cool wind and rain on his face, and he wanted to open his mouth to catch it.

Fang Chengyan covered his head with his suit, turned around and asked, "Is there any water?"

The secretary handed over the mineral water.

As soon as Fang Chengyan unscrewed it, Song Zhi eagerly held both hands, moved them to his mouth, and swallowed with his head raised.Cool and sweet water left from the corners of his lips, along his white neck, and penetrated into his collar.

The sunlight outside was a little dizzying.

A bottle of water bottomed out in an instant.

Song Zhi fell into a coma completely since then, the world no longer turned upside down, and the sound of water splashing could not be heard.

Seems like yes, back—

The feeling of peace in the world.

……

"Wake up."

"Get off the boat." Secretary Han shook his shoulder.

Song Zhi opened his eyes and found that they had arrived at the evacuation site.

It was dinner time, and the residents of Qingyuan Town were busy, some were turning on the water, some were cooking group meals.But when they saw Song Zhi, all their movements stopped, and they exclaimed one after another: "Little tea master!?"

"You just came out???"

Everyone looked at each other in surprise for a moment: "The evacuation was too hasty, we actually forgot about you!"

Song Zhi swayed, looking like he might fall down at any moment, but he just said, "...it's okay."

The two sisters ran over, surrounded him from left to right, and asked him how he was: "I'll give you something to eat."

They looked at the handsome man in front of Song Zhi whom they hadn't seen for a long time, saw the two walking one after the other, and knew that they were from the same township, and he probably brought them out from there.

Fang Chengyan paused, and glanced at the faces of the people surrounded by sisters:

"Follow."

Hotels nearby.

Song Zhi stood under the shower and took a shower, and suddenly felt that he had come alive.When he put on dry clothes and went out, the doctor who came to the door was already waiting for him, giving him an injection, taking medicine, and then telling him to sleep.

During this period, Secretary Han had already urged Fang Chengyan several times, as if he was in a hurry to leave.

"It's too late, President!"

"Everyone has arrived, and you are the only one missing."

Song Zhi raised his eyelids and looked at the secretary, not daring to look at him.

Fang Chengyan was finally willing to give the secretary a response: "Leave later."

Secretary Han asked, "What about your clothes?"

I used my suit to keep out the rain just now, and it was completely soaked.

"I'll change it right away."

The man walked into the inner room, and left after the doctor gave his orders, leaving only the secretary and Song Zhi.

Secretary Han walked back and forth anxiously, as if he couldn't wait for a second.

"Are you in a hurry?" He heard the young man... who hadn't been around the boss for a long time ask.

Secretary Han said: "Don't worry, you can rest."

"My number is here. If you need anything, just send a text message. I will send it after the meeting."

"No..." Song Zhi's lips were pale, and he said, "Thank you. But I... My relationship with your boss is not very... Not very... It shouldn't be like this, why don't you tell him, I'd better go out to live ..."

Secretary Han showed an impatient look: "Where are you going?"

"...Go to the extraction station."

Secretary Han sneered, he glanced at the end of the corridor, the president hadn't come out yet.

"Please tell him when the time comes..."

"After his meeting is over, he can meet with me again. I don't want to bother him to take care of him."

"because I……"

"Why are you going to the evacuation station?" Time was pressing and anxious, and Secretary Han's tone was also very serious: "Young master! Don't make trouble!"

"..."

"You're clearly in your 20s, why are you always so ignorant!?"

He suddenly yelled, and Song Zhi's face immediately showed a trace of embarrassment and embarrassment.

"We just arrived in the city early this morning, and the water was so heavy that we couldn't walk! You don't know how difficult our journey is!"

"As a result, you are not found at the evacuation station, and you are not on the government's inventory list, so we have to delay our business to find you!"

He lowered his tone and asked Song Zhi, "Do you know why you were left behind?"

The latter was momentarily dumbfounded.

"Because every household is only responsible for finding all their wives and children, the government has counted the heads, reported the list twice, and double-checked it three times!"

"It's been a week."

He emphasized his tone: "No one thinks of you!"

"Usually you are their talking point, but at a critical moment, who cares about you, an outsider!"

"If our boss didn't think about you, and asked, he insisted on coming to confirm, would you be able to stay here for a lifetime!?"

"I really want to ask."

"He treats you well, will he kill you?!"

"He is the scourge in your eyes? Will you be kicked away so impatiently!?"

Song Zhi's face lost all color, his lips moved, and he wanted to say something, but he couldn't say a word.

Secretary Han gradually calmed down and went out to wait.

……

At seven o'clock in the evening, Fang Chengyan hurried back to the hotel.

The room was pitch black, the lights were not turned on, and only a person could be vaguely seen sitting by the bed.

"Snapped".

He turned on the light.

Song Zhi didn't sleep, leaning against the head of the bed, not knowing what he was thinking alone.

"woke up?"

"Ah."

"..."

Song Zhi said, "Are you coming to Qingyuan to inspect the project?"

"Ah."

The conversation froze.

Fang Chengyan asked politely: "How are you doing recently?"

The other party responded: "It has been fine."

"...I heard from your secretary, thank you for coming to see me...I'm so sorry, sometimes I often regret that you took such good care of me, I shouldn't have told you when I left."

"After all, we met once."

"Yes."

Song Zhi said in a hoarse voice, "I... I was out of breath at that time, I'm sorry."

"Ah."

Fang Chengyan went to the balcony and lit a cigarette.

The smoke was lingering, and he spit it out skillfully, before he spoke calmly: "Then what now?"

"Have you calmed down?"

He looked towards the black curtain in the sky, and the profile of his face was stern and profound: "...Do you want to come back to me?"

"..."

This question made the air completely quiet.

Song Zhi opened his mouth slightly, stunned and at a loss.

The man waited for a few seconds before he heard him spit out a word slowly: "You..."

Fang Chengyan looked away, and his voice was instantly icy cold:

"When I didn't say it."

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