At dawn, it suddenly rained heavily. Like a splash. Like upside down. The torrents, roaring like a flock of frightened wild horses, came galloping down from the valley with overwhelming force. The village awoke with a start. People rolled out of bed, but a foot into the water. Who shouted in panic, more than a hundred people you crowded me to run south. The flood waters nearly a meter high have been dancing on the road. People came back like crazy. There is no road to the east or west. Only to the north was a narrow wooden bridge. Death approached with the laughter of the flood. People stumbled towards the wooden bridge. In the legless water in front of the wooden bridge stood their party secretary, an old man whom the whole village adored. Rain ran down the old man's thin face. He didn't speak, staring at the noisy crowd. He is like a mountain. People stopped and looked at the old man. The old man shouted hoarsely, "The bridge is narrow!"! Form a line, don't push! Party members are in the back!" Someone shouted, "Party members are human beings too." The old man said coldly, "You can quit the party and sign up with me." No one shouted again. More than a hundred people quickly formed a line and ran up the wooden bridge from the old man's side. The water gradually rushed up, licking people's waists recklessly. The old man suddenly rushed forward and pulled out a young man from the line. He roared, "Are you still a party member? Go to the back of the line!" The old man was as fierce as a leopard. The young man glared at the old man and stood back. The wooden bridge began to shake and Groan in pain. The water climbed up the old man's chest. In the end, it was just him and the boy. The young man gave the old man a push and said, "You go first."The old man roared, "Cut the crap and go." He pushed the young man up the wooden bridge. Suddenly, the wooden bridge collapsed with a bang. The young man was swallowed up by the flood. The old man seemed to shout something, and suddenly a wave engulfed him. A world of white. Five days later, the flood receded. An old lady, supported by someone, came here to pay her respects. She came to pay her respects to two people. Her husband and her son.