Excellent beauty's personal security guard

What Zhao Jianhui checked was the township where the wasteland was located when he came from Nangang city to Shangjiang county. Only when he didn't come, it was the provincial road from south to north. This time it was a mountain path from north to south. If the two cars were not Mitsubishi with good off-road performance, I'm afraid Zhao Jianhui wouldn't be able to get to Jinping village at all.

Since the last time I saw that the road directly inserted into the wasteland can be straightened and smoothed along Nangang road. It not only saves mileage, but also can build a flat road to facilitate the passage of trucks. Zhao Jianhui had an idea in his mind. However, if you want to connect the road to the outside world, the place where the martyrs are buried must be moved seven inches.

It is said that most of the martyrs were from the village at the foot of the mountain. Although knowing that mobilizing the village to relocate was an impossible task, Zhao Jianhui was unwilling to go there.

However, Zhao Jianhui did not expect that this village was the Jinping village where man Xin's family was located.

As he was thinking and walking forward, a girl's exclamation suddenly came from the distance. Zhao Jianhui looked forward and saw a girl floating down the stone bridge not far in front.

Zhao Jianhui shouted: "no, someone fell into the water!" He ran as he shouted. Behind him, Lin Yan also strode to follow up.

Zhao Jianhui took off his coat and shoes while running. A fierce son plunged into the water. The drowning girl struggled in the water and scratched desperately, almost dragging him to the bottom.

Save the drowning man. Don't let the drowning man catch him. Because people in times of crisis, the desire to survive is very strong. Not to mention a person, even if a grass floats in front of his face, he will cling to it. If so, you will not only fail to come up, but will drag the rescuer down.

Zhao Jianhui has learned first aid in water. After seeing the situation clearly, it is difficult for the drowning girl to catch him again. Zhao Jianhui grabbed the girl's hair floating in the water. The girl's hands grabbed back and wrapped around Zhao Jianhui's hand. Zhao Jianhui pushed down and told her to drink first until she didn't know what was going on, and then dragged her ashore.

Although Shangjiang County, like Nangang City, has four seasons like spring, it is a mountainous area after all. In addition, it is now November, and you can't feel cold wearing skirts and sandals on the shore, but the temperature of the river has begun to become very low. Zhao Jianhui, who was wet all over, was busy saving people in the water. He didn't feel anything, but he felt cold as soon as he got ashore. Lin Yan quickly put his coat on him.

Zhao Jianhui pointed to the girl lying on the ground and said, "leave me alone and look at her first."

This is a young girl of seventeen or eighteen years old. She lies flat on the Bank of the river. Her dark hair covers her face wet. The firm peak on her slim body is tightly wrapped in a wet white shirt. Her skirt is washed away by the water. She only wears a white cotton briefs, and a wisp of green water grass is wrapped between her legs.

Lin Yan gently lifted up her hair to reveal the girl's white face. Zhao Jianhui also stretched his head and looked at it. The willow eyebrow on the girl's melon seed face obediently fell on her closed eyes. The long eyelashes trembled slightly with a little drops of water. The skin on her face was as white and smooth as jade without any defects, but the lips that should have been purplish red had turned pale at this time, It's pathetic to see.

"Director Xu, hurry to the village and call someone. Lin Yan, you hurry to give her artificial respiration. " As Zhao Jianhui dressed himself, he commanded Xu Jinhong and Lin Yan to save people.

"Secretary Zhao, i... I can't..." Lin Yan looked at the girl's pale face and was stunned. He looked up at Zhao Jianhui and said embarrassed.

Zhao Jianhui snorted heavily: "what do you think this is about? Now we are saving people. If you don't, you go to my side."

As he spoke, he first turned the girl over on his knee to control the water, then laid the girl down, held her small nose with his hands, broke his mouth and began artificial respiration. I dare say that I filled her with too much water. It took a long time for the girl to reflect. While Zhao Jianhui continued to do artificial respiration, he squeezed his heart in front of her chest with his elbow. Through the girl's thin clothes wet by the water, he could clearly feel that her strong towering rebounded under his own extrusion, and there was no evil thought in his heart.

The girl under him began to breathe smoothly. Zhao Jianhui said, "well, Lin Yan, hold her and get him warm..." at this time, there was a sound of hurried footsteps running behind him. Zhao Jianhui just took off his clothes and covered the girl. He was about to stand up and was suddenly kicked on his ass, He rushed forward and pressed on the girl again.

Lin Yan's voice then came: "what are you doing?"

"Kill him, you rotten rascal!" A strong guy of 17 or 18 said viciously and kicked Zhao Jianhui on the ass. Zhao Jianhui resisted his attack and shouted, "what are you doing? I was saving people just now. Don't make trouble out of nothing. "

But the young man continued to beat him. Zhao Jianhui's fire rose in his heart, grabbed the wrist, turned and fell him to the ground, locked his throat with his hand and pressed his knee on his back, so that he could not resist at all“ I told you, I'm saving people. Why are you still fighting? "

"Secretary Zhao, let him... Let him go first." panting Xu Jinhong ran over, followed by a young woman in her 30s and 40s.

"Oh, after running for a while, i... i... I'm tired to death. Secretary Zhao, this is Yang Yalan, village head Yang. This is secretary Zhao from the city... "Xu Jinhong said, squatting on the ground and gasping for breath.

"Hello, Secretary Zhao." the middle-aged strong woman said hello to Zhao Jianhui.

"Hello, village head Yalan. Is this girl from your village? "

The female village head bent down to see the girl's situation, turned around and scolded the young man in the local dialect. Then she went to Zhao Jianhui and bent down deeply: "thank Secretary Zhao for saving my daughter. This young man is not sensible. Please forgive him."

Zhao Jianhui asked a little stunned, "it doesn't matter. It doesn't matter. Is this girl your daughter? Is this guy her boyfriend? " Zhao Jianhui said that if it weren't for his boyfriend, how could he be so angry with himself? Yang Yalan said, "no, he is my sister's son. My daughter doesn't have a boyfriend yet."

Although Yang Yalan is in her forties, the years have left traces of vicissitudes on her face, but she still can't hide her beauty in the past. When she looks carefully, she is indeed very similar to the woman who fell into the water, but her waist is thicker and her skin is a little dark. Other places are very similar to the girl.

"No wonder birds chirp all morning. It turned out that it was a distinguished guest. Secretary Zhao came by a coincidence. The evening is our Shenhuo Festival. " As soon as he heard the word "fire", Zhao Jianhui couldn't help but fight a cold war and subconsciously hugged his shoulder. If there were not two women - Oh, no, it should be said that there were three women around. Zhao Jianhui really wanted to pick off the two ribbed vest he was wearing and throw it away. He was wet and put it on his body. The mountain wind rushed over, and the coolness was straight to the bottom of his heart. He might as well not wear it.

"Let's talk about it later. Go to the village to bake." Lin Yan took off his coat and put it on him. Zhao Jianhui quickly took it down and threw it to him: "forget it, I'm wet. I'll be soaked in a while."

The young man held the drowning girl. Yang Yalan led the way in front. Lin Yan was in the limelight and walked back to the village in a strange formation for Zhao Jianhui.

Zhao Jianhui beside the fire talked warmly with the female village head. Yang Yalan briefly introduced the situation of the village to him. This is a minority village. Although Yang Yalan is the village head, she is actually the leader of the tribe.

Zhao Jianhui said that women are tribal leaders. Is this still a matriarchal society? However, since Yang Yalan didn't say it, he was embarrassed to ask more.

"Secretary Zhao, a toast to you. If it weren't for you today, my daughter would be gone. You are my great benefactor." Yang Yalan raised her glass to Zhao Jianhui. The woman can drink very well. The small wine basin in front of her is almost bottomed out.

"If you don't know where, village head Yang is too polite." Zhao Jianhui responded warmly. He was uncertain that the mobilization for the relocation of the village would fall on her. This relationship must be used well.

Under the influence of alcohol, Yang Yalan's eyes flushed and said, "call me Yalan, Secretary Zhao. All those who come to our stockade are guests. Since we are together, we are all brothers and sisters according to our rules. "

"Hehe, good!" Although the woman is in her forties, her body is not as rich as that of middle-aged women in the city. There is a smell of black peony.

"Sister Yalan, why are there few young men in the village except women and the elderly?" Zhao Jianhui looked. Most of the people singing and dancing by the huge flame were old women. After swallowing a mouthful of wine, Zhao Jianhui asked.

"Hey, our traffic is bad, our economy is backward, and the temptation of the colorful world outside is so great that many people go out to work," Yang Yalan sighed.

"Why do you object to building roads in the county?" Zhao Jianhui took the opportunity to bring up the matter of road construction.

"It's not that I haven't thought about it. Alas, it's hard to say. The father of the boy who beat you today is the mage in our stockade. He did Dharma several times, and grandpa Shanshen opposed it. Who dares to mention it again? " Yang Yalan shook her head as if she wanted to stop talking.

Practice? Mountain God? What's the time? How can anyone believe this now? Zhao Jianhui asked curiously, "how did grandpa Shanshen object?"