Three years ago, Xia Zhiting and Gu Huai were the most tacit flood control partners on the river embankment. During the flood season that year, when Xia Zhiting was reinforcing the slope protection, she pressed the ground nails too tightly and tore the fibers of the coconut mat. After the flood, the embankment slope collapsed. He didn't dare to say anything, and he didn't dare to stay. He applied for transfer to the river section of the neighboring county alone.
Three years later, the coconut shred mat entered the degradation cycle, and a full-line maintenance task transferred him back to his original position. Gu Huai was already the leader of the flood control duty team, and the two of them bumped into each other at the door of the work shed. Xia Zhiting lowered his head and walked around her, even the words "Long time no see" were stuck in his throat.
The river is still flowing and the embankment is still there, but the ground nails buried in the sand, the fibers corroded by temperature and humidity, the fixing parts washed loose by floods, and the piles all remind him that there are some cracks that will not grow well in three years. What collapsed earlier than the slope protection was the string between him and Gu Huai that had been stretched for three years.
A super-alert flood hit, and the old wounds on the embankment finally couldn't be healed. Xia Zhiting jumped into the waist-deep river. This time, he didn't run away.
