Chapter 381

Chapter 381

"Is this okay, Fengzi?"

"No, you have to bury it deeper and expose a little bit of your head."

Dou Sprout pressed down again.

"Okay, pile it tightly with sand."

I raised my head and looked at the big sun: "Speed ​​up, it's already half past noon and it's not ready yet."

In this way, we walked about one kilometer and buried a white flag along the southwest direction. We were lucky enough that there was no strong wind in Alxa that day.

We finished this quickly and slowly. By the time we returned to the mine hut, it was already past 8 pm. We were sweating all over. Dou Sprout drank two bottles of water and burped while shirtless.

"Do you think Liao Sanding can come over? Fengzi."

"I don't know, but the small flag with red letters on the white background looks conspicuous at night. As long as he can see the flag we buried, he should be able to find it along the road."

We covered it with wooden boards when we came down. Now we are waiting and no one dares to sleep.

11 o'clock, 12 o'clock, 1 o'clock, I take out my mobile phone to check the time from time to time.

"Don't sleep!" I saw Dou Sprout's eyelids fighting.

Xiaoxuan yawned and shrank.

I was also very sleepy, so I forced myself to cheer myself up.

It was late at night, 3:30 in the morning.

"Ta! Ta-ta!"

Suddenly there was a knock on the plank over the pit.

Late at night, the tapping sound was particularly harsh.

I remember Sister Yu’s instructions, no matter who is above, there will be no reply until I knock ten times.

eight.

Nine.

I don’t know if this person remembered it wrong, but he paused for a moment when he reached the ninth stroke.

My nervous palms were sweating.

"despair."

No more, no less, exactly ten times.

I immediately stood up and shouted: "Are you just visiting?"

Soon, hoarse words came.

"yes."

"Uncle Liao!" My face lit up, it was right!

The wooden board slowly moved away, and a flashlight shined right on me.

The person who came had gray hair and a face full of travel dust. He was none other than Liao Sanding and Liao Bo, who I had met once before.

With our help, Liao Sanding slowly slid down the rope with a big bag on his back.

"Is there water?" he asked first when he came down.

"Yes, yes," I hurriedly gave him a bottle of water.

Uncle Liao had chapped lips and sand on his head. He unscrewed the bottle cap and drank a whole bottle of water.