It rained like the sky was leaking.
Huan Daogu twisted the soaked take-out clothes, and the electric wheels rolled over the puddles, splashing Lao Gao. The phone vibrated in my pocket, and I knew it was a timeout warning without even looking at it. He spat, what the hell is that even adding two yuan to an order in this damn weather?
"Damn, I'm still eight hundred short of this month's rent..."
He muttered and turned into the narrow road beside the river in the old city. The water rose so much that it almost reached the embankment. Under the bridge in the distance, the sound of a few children playing broke through the rain curtain.
"Dance! Wang Xiaoming, do you dare!"
"Who dares not to dare!"
Huan Daogu glanced at it. A group of half-grown children were booing around the riverside. The thin, monkey-like boy in the middle was shivering as he climbed up the railing.
"Death." He withdrew his gaze and turned the accelerator to the bottom.
Suddenly there was a scream behind him.
"Falled! People fell!"
Stop suddenly. The tires screeched on the slippery road.
Huan Daogu turned around. There are only circles of chaotic lines left on the river surface, and there are no human figures anywhere. The group of children on the shore were all stupid and stood there like wooden piles.
"Fuck!"
He jumped out of the car without taking off his coat and jumped into the river.
The water was bone-chillingly cold. The turbid river water is filled with garbage and poured into the nose. He squinted and touched around, and his fingers suddenly touched something soft - clothes!
Hold on and push up as hard as you can.
