novelraw Chapter 39 A little soldier (recommendation ticket requested)
Chapter 39 A little soldier (recommendation ticket requested)
Chapter 39 A Little Soldier (Please recommend a ticket)
Not far away, a team of dozens of people walked in this direction.
Officers and soldiers carried the masses on their backs, young people carried the elderly on their backs, men supported women, and parents sat on their shoulders with children.
They were drenched, their faces were tired, and some of them had injured legs, so they had to be carried on stretchers.The most important thing is that most people look ashamed.
Ren Ming thought of a word, refugee.
It's not quite right, but it's relevant.
Refugees, a word he has only come into contact with in books and on TV, appeared vividly before his eyes today.
He felt a little heavy in his heart. In this team of dozens of people, none of them had luggage.
This means that the situation ahead is already quite serious, and there is no time for the masses to pack up their belongings.
As the team approached, Ren Ming heard an old voice shouting.
"Let me down! I won't go! I don't believe that such a big embankment can really collapse! My pig is still locked in the yard, let me down! I want to go back!"
He struggled violently, and at the same time slapped the soldier under him vigorously. The beaten soldier continued to carry him forward without realizing it.
Ren Ming looked over and found that the soldier under the old man had a childish look on his face, and he looked like he had just grown up.
It may be because the old man struggled too much, he suddenly lost his balance, and even himself and the old man fell into the water.He stood up quickly, and while apologizing to the old man, he continued to forcibly carry the old man on his back.
Yu Fei recorded this scene sensitively.
The team passed by Ren Ming, and the old man noticed Yu Fei, who was carrying the camera, as if he had grasped a life-saving straw. He waved wildly at the two of them and shouted: "Comrade reporter, look at it, comrade soldier! people!"
Ren Ming made no effort to hide the disgust on his face, and Yu Fei also turned the camera elsewhere.
Seeing that the two ignored him so much, the old man continued to shout: "Okay, so you are all in the same group! Together to bully me, a widowed old man, I want to sue you!"
The team walks over.
Ren Ming said to Yu Fei: "Brother Yu, let's follow behind them."
"Aren't you going to the front?"
Ren Ming asked back, "Don't you want to meet that little soldier?"
He can go to the front, find a leader to interview, and then get a bunch of official data and standard answers. Such interviews will be easier, but this is not what he wants. He thinks such news is not warm.
Compared with cold numbers, he prefers real people.
Yu Fei smiled, and the two followed behind the team tacitly.
After sending the old man to a safe place to ride, the little soldier kept walking and went back.
"Hello comrade, I'm a reporter from Nanjiang Satellite TV, can I interview you?" Ren Ming stopped him and revealed his identity to him.
Wu Yaqing, who was stopped, was stunned for a moment, blushing, he quickly wiped his face with his hands, and straightened his hat again, "Yes, but can you talk while walking? There are still many people waiting for me to recite."
Still a shy child, Ren Ming smiled and said, "Of course."
Seeing the camera on Yu Fei's shoulder facing him, Wu Yaqing blushed and said, "Can you stop taking pictures of my face?"
"Okay." Ren Ming thought that his identity was sensitive, so he quickly signaled Yu Fei to turn the camera elsewhere.
Seeing that Ren Ming seemed to have misunderstood, the little soldier explained: "Everyone says I don't go on camera, I'm afraid the filming won't look good and affect your ratings."
The two who said this couldn't laugh or cry.
Ren Ming smiled and said, "Don't worry, no one is more handsome than you today."
The three walked forward, and Ren Ming asked, "What's your name, please?"
"Wu Yaqing."
"Yaqing, the old man you were carrying on your back just now, he has been beating you, but you have never complained all the way, and you are still carrying him on your back, aren't you angry?"
Wu Yaqing said bluntly: "Of course I was angry, and even wanted to throw him down."
"Then why didn't you do that?"
Wu Yaqing smiled brightly, "The platoon leader often told us that if we don't wear this suit, we represent ourselves, but if we wear this suit, we represent the country. Wu Yaqing can leave him behind, but Xia Guo soldiers can't .”
His words made Ren Ming and Yu Fei who was carrying the camera stand in awe.
"Yaqing, why did you choose to be a soldier?"
When he thought that Wu Yaqing would say that he yearned for the army since he was a child, wanted to defend his family and the country, and thought military uniforms were handsome, Wu Yaqing scratched his head in embarrassment.
"I've lost my head about all the knowledge in school. It just so happened that our village recruited soldiers, so I signed up without telling my family..." Halfway through the speech, he suddenly remained silent. After more than ten seconds, he said with a troubled expression: " That, comrade reporter, can you cut this paragraph, I am afraid that the platoon leader will say that I tarnish the image of the army."
"Haha." Ren Ming smiled happily, "Not at all, your answer is very straightforward and cute."
The two were chatting, and after a while, they arrived under a levee.
"Comrade journalists, I'm going to continue carrying people. You should go and interview our platoon leader."
He said so, of course Ren Ming can't continue to drag others to accept interviews, and also wanted to see what kind of platoon leader can bring out Wu Yaqing, so he asked, "Who is your platoon leader?"
"The tallest one over there."
Following the direction he pointed, Ren Ming saw a tall figure who was busy moving sandbags, turned his head and said to Wu Yaqing: "I saw it, thank you for accepting our interview."
"Hey, goodbye then." Wu Yaqing showed two small canine teeth, waved at them, and trotted forward.
Under the Mujiang embankment, Xiao Junhu, who was carrying sandbags, slipped his hands and felt that the sandbags on his shoulders were about to fall off, "Come and push someone!"
After shouting, the sandbag suddenly lightened, and Xiao Junhu quickly fixed the sandbag with both hands, without looking back, he said "thank you brother" and walked up the embankment.
When he turned back, he found a guy with short sleeves and shorts mixed in with his team. The guy had his head down and was carrying a sandbag on his shoulders and was walking towards the embankment, and there was a person carrying a camera beside him.
He quickly stopped the two of them, and after asking, he found out that they were reporters from Nanjiang Satellite TV. He hurried forward to hold the sandbag on Ren Ming's shoulder, "It turns out that you are a reporter, comrade, how can I let you do this job, put it down, put it down quickly. "
Ren Ming continued to walk up, "Comrade platoon leader, I also want to do my part for everyone. If it is convenient, please accept my interview when you are resting later."
When he said this, Xiao Junhu understood what he meant, "Isn't it just an interview, comrade reporter, put it down and collect whatever you want."
Ren Ming didn't speak, and continued to carry sandbags to the embankment.
After he came up, he realized that the water on this side of the embankment was almost full.
He leaned on the soldier next to him and threw down the sandbag on his shoulder.
On the way back, he said to Xiao Junhu: "Comrade platoon leader, the most important thing now is not my interview, but your task. If there are serious consequences because I delay a labor force, I can't afford it." , so let’s wait until you rest.”
Xiao Junhu looked at him appreciatively, stopped talking, and stopped him from carrying the sandbags, and re-entered the work of carrying the sandbags himself.
(End of this chapter)