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Looking ahead, I could see a long row of steep steps leading to the mountain peak. I gasped, estimating the slope to be about forty or fifty degrees. I couldn't help but silently lament my situation and quickly picked up a thicker branch to continue chasing after the children. Just a few steps in, I heard the rumble of thunder—oh no! Almost immediately, I felt raindrops falling on my head. I hurriedly took out a simple raincoat from my backpack and put it on the kids, then donned one myself. The two children had already started running, and I could only muster all my strength to keep up with them. The rain grew heavier, and I began to regret agreeing to Hua Yiduo. What was I thinking? I really was a fool! But with no turning back now, I gritted my teeth and quickened my pace.
Finally reaching the summit, we rushed into a small pavilion to take shelter from the rain and catch our breath. Standing at the edge of the pavilion, I noticed a large stone beside it with the mountain's height inscribed on it: an elevation of 153.66 meters. Hmph! Is that all? Hua Yiduo clearly underestimated me; one should never be humiliated! I even proudly lifted my head high, feeling as if I could look down upon all the mountains—too bad the "many mountains" were nowhere in sight.
The children pointed excitedly at a dense forest below, shouting, "Mommy! Mommy!" Sure enough, it was where that stretch of railway was located. But with this dreadful weather, would Hua Yiduo really come? What kind of trick was she trying to pull? I was determined to find out.
The rain seemed to be easing up a bit, so I urged Dou Dou and Ya Ya to quickly eat something and drink some water, preparing to continue our descent while the rain was lighter. Suddenly, Ya Ya waved her little hands excitedly, mumbling urgently. I turned around and froze—there stood a robust wild boar, glaring at us with ill intent as it approached.
"Oh my God!" My heart raced; this was exactly what the newspapers mentioned about being common in the Ecological Protection Zone. I quickly grabbed a stick nearby, trying to use it to drive away this uninvited guest. Swinging the stick, I shouted loudly in hopes that the wild boar would take the hint and leave. But clearly, it paid no heed to my warnings and instead quickened its pace towards me.
I was startled; the bread slipped from my hand as I turned and ran without thinking. "Run! Dou Dou! Ya Ya! Quick!" My voice echoed in the rain, mingling with the children's panicked cries.
Suddenly, something tripped me up, causing me to lose my balance and fall hard onto the slippery ground. My body rolled uncontrollably down the slope, mud and leaves flying everywhere. I instinctively hugged my head—that was all I could think of for protection. It felt like I rolled for quite a distance until with a splash, I realized I'd tumbled into a drainage ditch.
I knew this ditch had been specifically constructed by the government to cope with frequent heavy rains in our area. In certain parts of the city where drainage systems were clogged, streets often flooded and submerged vehicles. Here, due to the railway, the ditch was designed to be both wide and deep—two layers in fact—with a narrow strip about one meter wide on each side for maintenance workers when rainfall was low enough for just the middle layer to handle drainage. The supporting walls were made of solid concrete; very sturdy indeed—but now its sturdiness became a significant obstacle in my struggle for survival.
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