bdsm-fiction Chapter 34 Everyone's Wish
Chapter 34 Everyone's Wish
Finally, after queuing for an hour, Chen Dahe arrived at the registration table.
The registrar asked, "Name, age, special skills."
"Chen Dahe, forty-eight."
"High-pressure pipeline welder with 15 years of experience. Skilled in oxy-acetylene cutting, arc welding, and operating thermal de-icing equipment."
The registrar scrutinized him: "You're too old. Are you aware of the risks?"
"Know."
Why did you sign up?
Chen Dahe touched the oilcloth bag on his chest, remained silent for two seconds, and then said:
"My daughter and wife are waiting for me back home. I need to deliver electricity and heating to them!"
The registrar's hand holding the pen stopped.
He put a big checkmark on the form and said, "Go get a medical check-up, uncle. If you pass, we'll meet tomorrow."
The medical examination site was located in a temporarily converted warehouse.
Chen Dahe passed the first few stages smoothly, but when the last stage ended, the doctor frowned.
This gave him a bad feeling.
"Your lung function is a bit weak; have you had respiratory problems before?"
Chen Dahe quickly explained:
"It's a minor problem, a small ailment I had while working in a factory before. It doesn't affect my life or work!"
Doctor, please let me go! I need to help my family, please!
The doctor looked at him, then at the line on the form that read "15 years of experience as a high-pressure welder," and finally signed in the "qualified" column.
"Go collect your equipment."
"Thank you, doctor!"
"Why are you thanking me? Going to the front lines of the railway repair project, do you think it's some kind of safe job...?"
"But someone always needs to sacrifice themselves, to do it, and I want to be that person!"
Chen Dahe spoke earnestly.
The doctor silently looked at the somewhat ordinary middle-aged man in front of him, and finally stood up and respectfully nodded to him in thanks.
After half an hour.
Chen Dahe received a set of gray-green polar work clothes, a cold-proof face mask, and a pair of thick military boots from the equipment distribution point.
In addition, there is a multi-functional entrenching tool and a personal first aid kit.
But according to the staff who distributed the equipment, the most important thing was a metal nameplate with his name and number engraved on it.
You must always carry this nameplate with you, just in case...
Chen Dahe touched the oilcloth bag containing his family's photos to his chest, silently praying for their protection.
Just then, Li Rui, the college student who had been at the front of the line, came over.
He was already on the thin side, and now he looked even thinner in the oversized winter work clothes.
"Master Chen, I heard you're a veteran welder? And your family is from the Northwest?"
"Um."
"We're from the same hometown! When you go to the front lines to repair the railway, could you take me with you?"
Looking at the passionate young man in front of him, Chen Dahe couldn't help but think of his own youth.
He smiled憨厚ly and said:
"No problem. If you want to learn, just follow me closely. You're a college student, so you learn quickly and should be able to master the skills soon."
"Thank you, Master Chen!"
Li Rui thanked Chen Dahe excitedly.
Just then, a middle-aged woman walked over.
She distributed paper and pens to everyone and said:
"Dear colleagues, I am from the publicity team."
If you have any messages you'd like to leave for your family, you can write them down here, and we'll help pass them on.
Everyone put down their paper and pens and began writing in silence.
"To my wife: There are two bottles of wine hidden under the cabinet. Take a sip when it's cold. —Wang Tiezhu."
"Son, study hard. When the railway is completed, Dad will take you to the shelter in the south to find your grandfather, Li Jianguo."
"Mom, don't skimp on food, wait for me to come back—Liu Xiaobing."
Chen Dahe held the pen, his hand hovering above it.
He had so much to say, he wanted to eat his wife's cooking, he wanted to hear his daughter's soft voice singing, he wanted to go back to their riverside picnic last spring...
In the end, he only wrote one sentence:
"Wife, Beibei, when the railway is completed and you see the electricity, that means I've arrived."
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That night, the Xishan City Third Shelter held a grand celebration banquet for all the workers who participated in the frontline railway repair mission.
The workers gathered together, singing and dancing, enjoying the last moment of peace and joy before setting off.
After a night of revelry, the next day at noon, the support workers at the first and second shelters in Xishan City were taken away by railway transport vehicles.
The third shelter had a total of more than two thousand, even nearly three thousand, support workers who gathered outside the shelter, ready to set off.
Chen Dahe and Li Rui stood at the very end of the line, looking up and seeing the crowd surging before them like a torrent of steel.
Chen Dahe and his colleagues never expected that so many workers would respond to the call for emergency railway repairs at the front lines.
Their shelter alone housed three thousand heroes.
How many workers can be gathered in the hundreds or thousands of shelters across the country?
When these workers come together, what immense power they must unleash!
Even the most arduous tasks will be swept away by the torrent of their combined strength!
When Chen Dahe thought about how many fellow workers would be going with him, his previously restless heart finally calmed down.
Finally, after waiting for a while...
One after another, tracked trucks, modified to travel on frozen ground, came to pick up the group and head to the front line of the railway repair.
Chen Dahe and Li Rui got into the car together.
The two were squeezed in the crowd, initially silent.
Perhaps out of boredom, someone suddenly started singing halfway through the truck's journey.
At first, it was just a low humming, but later the sound grew louder, as if more people were joining in.
It was an old song, one that Chen Dahe's father's generation would sing, a song about builders and the wasteland.
"We march on the main road—full of vigor and high spirits—"
Gradually, Chen Dahe started singing along, and the whole truckload of people joined in.
Even though young people like Li Rui couldn't sing, they could still feel the power in the lyrics. He stood up straight, his face glowing, and began to learn.
The song ended, but the wind and snow continued to howl.
In the silent carriage, someone said something:
"Once this railway is completed, the country's energy transport trains will be able to reach the Northwest, and even further afield, so it will be warmer for my parents back home."
"I heard that in addition to heating and electricity, more supplies and medicines can be sent over during this time, so my wife's asthma medication is now secured!"
Fragmented words, simple wishes.
At this moment, it wasn't just the truck Chen Dahe was in.
Across the country, on tens of thousands of trucks heading towards the bitter cold and blizzards, countless workers have made up their minds.
They must repair the railway as soon as possible so that the country's trains can run smoothly!