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Chapter 7
The rain is really heavy.
The water in the open space overflowed Song Ran's shoes. Li Zan held the big black umbrella. The wind was strong, but his hand held the umbrella very steadily.
She kept a polite distance from him. The umbrella was wide, but the rain still hit half of Song Ran's shoulders. She didn't mind.
He walked her to the passenger side of a military off-road vehicle and she got in the car.
He walked around to the driver's seat and got into the car, collected the big black umbrella and put it on the back seat.
A string of water stains dripped from the tip of the umbrella.
Only then did Song Ran realize that his left shoulder was also completely wet. The navy blue police uniform now turned black.
Li Zan started the car and reminded: "Fasten your seat belt."
"Yeah." Song Ran obeyed obediently.
The windshield was covered with rainwater, as if a row of faucets had been turned on. The wipers swung wildly. There was a thick rain curtain hanging on the side window glass, making it difficult to see the outside scene clearly.
Song Ran felt like they were sitting in a glass box under water, quiet and quiet, with only the endless sound of wind and rain outside the box.
After driving out of the compound, he remembered and asked: "Where is Beimen Street?"
Song Ran replied: "Qingzhixiang."
"Hmm." He tapped the steering wheel with his index finger and said nothing else.
After all, it was midsummer. After walking for a short distance with the windows closed, there was a hint of sultry and warming warmth in the car. Song Ran touched the sweat on her lips, and Li Zan looked at her through the car mirror:
"Do you want to turn on the air conditioner?"
"No need." She waved her hand, "I'll get dizzy if I ride in an air-conditioned car."
"Motion sickness?" He smiled lightly, "Reporters have to be on duty frequently, so what should I do?"
"I always try to sleep through it." She spoke quickly.
"Then you close your eyes and rest. I'll call you when we get there."
Song Ran: ""
She doesn¡¯t want to sleep. But she couldn't figure out what to say next.
The carriage fell into silence again.
She looked out the window and bit her lip, feeling slightly depressed.
Li Zan was right. Her little car definitely drifted into the water halfway back.
The security area is on Luoyu Mountain in the southeast of Liangcheng. The walk went smoothly at first. After the terrain dropped a little, we saw that the streets were full of water, the sewers were full, and the water had nowhere to flow. There was a lot of water and beasts. They were looting everywhere in the city. There were still people pushing carts in the water in the morning, but now they are letting things go, not even taking the bus.
The city is empty and desolate, with only water.
Military vehicles drove through the waterlogged streets, splashing water as high as a ship breaking waves. Several times it even seemed like the entire car was being submerged.
Song Ran originally wanted to give directions, but Li Zan seemed to know the terrain very well, and he knew which avenues and alleys were clear without turning on the navigation.
After walking for a while, she found that he seemed to have a topographic map of Liangcheng in his mind. He avoided low-lying areas and walked as high as possible.
Song Ran asked: "Are you from Liangcheng?"
"No. From Jiangcheng."
"Oh. You don't even need a navigation system to drive."
¡°You spend a lot of time here.¡±
¡°How long has it been?¡±
He thought about it: "Three or four years ago."
As soon as I finished speaking, a red light appeared in front of me.
He stopped the car.
One minute and thirty seconds. Infinitely long red light.
There are no vehicles passing through the intersection. Neither did pedestrians.
It was quiet inside the car, and his fingers tapped silently on the steering wheel.
Song Ran brushed the hair beside her ears and turned to look out the window. There was only the rain curtain close at hand on the glass.
She looked forward, the wiper swept by, and the red countdown was flowing.
She suddenly remembered the last countdown and turned around to see that he was also staring at the red light counter.
She suddenly whispered: "You saved me. Do you remember?"
The traffic light just turned green. He turned the steering wheel, turned to look at her and said, "I remember."
Song Ran said: "I forgot to say thank you to you at that timeso I always wanted to find you and say thank you."
Li Zan said: "You're welcome. It should be."
His tone was ordinary and casual, not worth mentioning, and he did not regard it as a life-saving favor. In his view, that is just his duty and mission, just like reporters reporting news and traffic police directing traffic - as it should be.
What else did Song Ran originally have??
"I heard that your mother went to Dongguo some time ago?"
"Um."
"It's amazing." Deputy Director Wu praised.
Song Ran smiled, knowing that those were polite words. Many of their young people are sent to more dangerous places around the world as soon as they join the job. It's not unusual for her to be like this. However, Deputy Director Wu was her mother's old subordinate. He had watched her grow up, and there was some sincerity in his words.
"Have you ever thought about coming to Imperial City for development?"
"Not yet."
"I don't think Liangcheng's pond is too small."
Song Ran smiled and said, "I'm just a little fish."
Ran Yuwei didn¡¯t get off work until after six o¡¯clock. On his way home, he hit the evening rush hour and the Second Ring Road was jammed with traffic.
In early July, it was midsummer in the Imperial City, with the temperature reaching as high as 41 degrees. The setting sun scorched the tin cars on the cement road.
The car windows were closed, the air conditioner was on, and there was a smell of burnt leather in the interior.
Song Ran had severe chest tightness.
Ran Yuwei was sitting in the driver's seat, wearing a white skirt, stockings, high heels, and her hair neatly tied up. With pearl earrings and white Bluetooth headsets hanging on her ears, she was talking on the phone and making various arrangements at work.
The car stopped and stopped in the long traffic jam. Song Ran was dizzy from the sunset. The smell in the car was mixed with Ran Yuwei's perfume, making it overpowering. Just as she was about to lower the window, Ran Yuwei silenced her phone for a second and said, "PM2.5 is worth 280 today."
Song Ran clicked her fingers, and the window went up again and closed tightly.
Ran Yuwei continued to call.
After finishing speaking in about ten minutes, the Second Ring Road was still blocked by a parking lot.
Ran Yuwei turned on the radio to listen to the traffic conditions, but heard an interruption. The water level in the Liangcheng section of the Yangtze River exceeded the historical warning line. There was another heavy rain in Liangcheng yesterday, causing serious waterlogging in the city and reaching a critical state.
Ran Yuwei said calmly: "It's like this every year. The people in that place just sit around and don't do anything serious. Even after twenty years, the city's infrastructure has not been improved."
There was a huge flood in Liangcheng in 1998. It was also that year that Yang Huilun's rural hometown was completely flooded due to the breach of embankments to drain floodwaters to protect Liangcheng. She was desperate and came to the door with her infant Song Yang.
When the flood receded that year, Ran Yuwei went to the Imperial City alone.
Song Ran argued for his hometown and said, "It's not what you said."
Ran Yuwei has already developed her skills at work, and she is too lazy to waste time on unimportant topics even if they are against her will. She gets back to the point and says, "I read your "Before the War - Eastern Kingdom"."
Song Ran turned to look at her, waiting for her to give some positive comments.
Ran Yuwei said: "It's too rough. The content is sloppy, the theme is unclear, and it's pretentious and fresh. It's still new in Liangcheng, but it can't be mentioned nationwide."
Song Ran remained silent, her face flushed by the sunset.
Ran Yuwei said: "Don't be blinded by the glory of a small place. If you don't jump out of that circle, you're afraid you'll never be able to see your true self. Whether it's real gold or scrap iron, come to the Imperial City to test it."
Song Ran felt uncomfortable. Just when she was about to say something, her nose felt itchy.
She immediately raised her head, her nose bleeding.
"The Imperial City is too dry. I can't bear it." She vented, "The air is also bad!"
Summer is hot and sunny, and there is haze, making it look gray. Like the city of Ararat in the desert. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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