Zhao Dashan, who was working outside, suddenly received an urgent letter from his family, saying that his son Xiaoshan was sick and told him to go back quickly. Zhao Dashan was confused when he heard that, and he couldn't care less. That night, he got on the train bound for his hometown. Along the way, his four-year-old son's cute figure always appeared in front of him that day. He only felt that the train was too slow and slow, and he couldn't wait to step into the house, because he knew that if his son was not seriously ill, the family would not be so anxious to call him back. Zhao Dashan, who has never been superstitious, couldn't help but pray to the gods and Buddhas to bless his son Xiaoshan.
The next day, when the anxious Zhao Dashan stepped into the house, he found that Xiaoshan was not sick, but missing. The evening before yesterday, Dashan's wife Cuihua was cooking at home, and Xiaoshan ran out to play as usual, but he never came back. The family has already called the police, and the people at the police station said that there is a high possibility of being abducted and sold.
Although the family had searched all the places they could find, Zhao Dashan still had a glimmer of hope and searched all over again. Almost every household in the village asked, but no one could provide valuable clues; the relatives in the surrounding area searched again, but there was no news of the hill; he searched along the river beach, it was spring, and the small river ditch was still dry; he searched all the mountain beams around, even though a four-year-old child could not climb such a big mountain… In the end, Zhao Dashan, who was almost desperate, had to pin all his hopes on the police. He ran to the police station every day like he went to work, but every day he went with hope and returned dejected.
Finally, one day, Zhao Dashan received a notice from the police station asking him to go out of town to identify his son.
A few days later, Zhao Dashan returned with his son, not the lively 4-year-old, but the ashes of his son — the son was indeed abducted, because he saw the police on the way, Xiaoshan suddenly cried out, and was forced into the river by human traffickers and drowned.
The human trafficker was none other than Yu Zhanshui, a gambler from the same village. Heartbroken cries came from the Zhao family, and the villagers were heartbroken, but Zhao Dashan didn't have a single tear - his tears had dried up on the road, and now his eyes were full of despair and hatred.
A few days later, Zhao Dashan left home. He couldn't wait for the police to act, so he wanted to catch Yu Zhanshui himself and cut him to pieces. His son, Xiaoshan, had been Zhao Dashan's greatest hope.
Zhao Dashan was searching for traces of his enemies in rural cities. He hoped to find Yu Zhanshui before the police and kill him with his own hands. But one day, Zhao Dashan called the village chief's house and found out that Yu Zhanshui was dead and hit the car while evading the police. The village chief said that it was evil and bad, and he told Zhao Dashan to go home quickly.
But when he put down the phone, Zhao Dashan was at a loss, not knowing what he should do. It was said that Yu Zhanshui died, but Yu Zhanshui was not killed by him, and even if he killed his enemy with his own hands, Xiaoshan would not be able to come back! Without his son, Zhao Dashan's future life seemed meaningless.
He broke my roots in Zhanshui, and I also removed his back - this sudden vicious thought scared Zhao Dashan. But together, these vicious thoughts could no longer be covered like weeds in spring… Two days later, Zhao Dashan, who was returning to Wangjiazhuang, broke into Yu Zhanshui's house, but Yu Zhanshui's wife Jinzhu had already heard the wind and took her son Long Long to hide. This angered Zhao Dashan even more. He searched everywhere in the village during the day and waited in front of the house at night, but the mother and son disappeared without a trace like Xiaoshan.
Zhao Dashan began to look for the village. When the villagers of Dangzhuang, whose families and relatives lived in which village and village were all in everyone's heart, Zhao Dashan searched village by village, and finally got the news of Jinzhu and Longlong – they hid in Yangshugou Jinzhu's cousin's house. In order not to alarm Jinzhu, Zhao Dashan pretended to be a rag collector, he was wearing torn and dirty clothes, covered half of his face with a broken straw hat on his head, and grew a beard, no one would associate him with the shrewd and capable Zhao Dashan before.
After entering the Yangshugou, Zhao Dashan quietly inquired about the location of Jinzhu's cousin's house from the children, and knew from their mouths that a mother and son had indeed come to Yangshugou a few days ago. However, the child told him that the mother and son had already left here today. Zhao Dashan did not give up. He pretended to find water to drink and went around Jinzhu's cousin's house, but there were indeed no Jinzhu and her. He went again every two days, but there was still no one.
Not only did he fail to quell the wildfire of hatred in Zhao Dashan's heart, but it burned more and more vigorously. He swore not to stop until he found dragon and the dragon. Yu Zhanshui's family and Jinzhu's family had no relatives in the city, and Zhao Dashan estimated that their orphans and widows would not go to a strange city. They should still be in the countryside, and they should be within a hundred miles of the surrounding area. So Zhao Dashan used collecting rubbish as a cover, and went through the great village at a time. The hard work paid off, and finally one day, Zhao Dashan found the hiding place of Jinzhu's mother and son.
This is a small mountain village hidden in the ditch, with only more than 30 households. This time Zhao Dashan saw Jinzhu with his own eyes. She lived in an old house, and it seemed that she planned to live here for a long time. But where did Longlong go, why is there no trace of him? Zhao Dashan waited patiently. Near night, I saw Jinzhu walking out of the ditch. Zhao Dashan was far behind, and I saw that she came to the small bridge outside the ditch, and a group of primary school students with school bags were running over the small bridge.
Zhao Dashan understood. Longlong went to school, and the school was in Hedong outside the ditch. It seemed that Jin Zhu would come to pick him up every day.
When Jin Zhu led Longlong back to the village, Zhao Dashan looked at the river and made up his mind. Yu Zhanshui drowned his son, and he would also take revenge in the water.
Zhao Dashan no longer entered the village, and he lurked in the crops by the river every day to find opportunities. Although Jin Zhu was very vigilant, picking up and dropping the children three times a day, Zhao Dashan knew that tigers would also nap. It was half overcast and very hot that day, and it was noon. Zhao Dashan hid in the crop field and was a little dizzy. Because of the heat stroke, he still had a fever and was weak, and it was not the belief in revenge that supported him. He didn't want to get up when he lay down.
The children were out of school, and Long Long followed a few children over. But they did not go to the small bridge, but came not far upstream from the bridge, wiped off their clothes and went down to the river to take a shower, but there was no sign of Jinzhu at that time. Ah, the opportunity has finally come. Zhao Dashan's face was flushed, he suddenly stood up, drilled out of the crop field, and rushed to the river. But just as they reached the river, there was a sudden rumbling sound from above, and Zhao Dashan turned his head and saw water several feet high roaring and rushing over.
Small rivers in the mountains are seasonal, and the rocks at the bottom of the river were exposed to dry eggs earlier, but once the water is raised, it is feral, and the stones that are the size of a wheel can be washed away for several miles. Today, it must be a place with heavy rain upstream, so there is a flood. The children cried "water" and rushed to the shore, but Long Long cried in horror: "Wait, I want to go out too, I want to go out too..." He just cried in horror but couldn't move his nest, either scared silly or his legs cramped.
"Long Long, my child..." There was a piercing cry from the other side. Jin Zhu rushed to the river like a madman, but she came too late, and the flood was about to take away her child.
Seeing that the big water head had come to his eyes, Zhao Dashan jumped into the water and ran towards the dragon. At the moment when the violent water head like the demon dragon roared and smashed over, the dragon was thrown onto the river bank, but Zhao Dashan was swallowed by the torrent in an instant.
After reporting to the relevant departments at higher levels for approval, Zhao Dashan was awarded the title of martyr who sacrificed himself to save others.
At Zhao Dashan's grand memorial service, Jin Zhu held Long Long and knelt in front of Zhao Dashan's coffin, crying bitterly — perhaps only she knew best that the man who saved Long Long with his life had originally come to kill the child for revenge.