Wen Qinghe hesitated for a moment, but decided not to move for the time being.

The busy farming season is approaching, and the village head has been calling on the whole village to prepare for the corn harvest these past two days.

She planned to wait until everyone was done with their work before bringing it up with the team leader.

But soon, she had no choice but to move.

…

Wen Qinghe was awakened from her sleep by a series of thunderclaps, but she was too sleepy to open her eyes. She only knew that it must be going to rain, so she covered her head with the quilt and continued to sleep.

In her dazed state, she seemed to hear a knock on her door.

At first she thought she was still dreaming, but the knocking sound still rang in her ears.

At midnight, when all should have been quiet, thunder rumbled outside, the wind howled, and the room was faintly illuminated by flashes of lightning.

The knocking on the door continued urgently, instantly waking Wen Qinghe. It's no wonder she was overthinking things; she had watched a suspense movie about a midnight murder yesterday afternoon.

Adding to the fact that a perverted exhibitionist appeared in their youth housing compound a couple of days ago, she is now starting to regret not listening to Yan Xiao yesterday and moving out in time.

Her private space was her trump card, and she didn't want to expose it to others unless absolutely necessary.

She could hear the rain pouring down outside, and the knocking on her door never stopped.

Despite her fear, she tried to get out of bed to find a suitable weapon, but when she put her foot down, she touched cold liquid.

"Aaaaaah!!!"

Hearing the noise, the person outside knocked even more urgently.

"Qingqing! Qingqing! Don't be afraid! I am Yan Xiao!"

Hearing the familiar voice outside the door, Wen Qinghe felt a little calmer, but then she remembered the unknown liquid she had just touched.

The fear in her heart amplified infinitely: "Waaaaah... Yan Xiao!! There's something in my room!"

Upon hearing this, Yan Xiao disregarded everything else and gently told her to stay away.

He kicked open the door and saw the little girl wrapped in a blanket, huddled in the corner of the bed, shivering. The water in the room was about to overflow the bed.

Overwhelmed with heartache, he carefully waded over, afraid that the water would splash onto her bed.

I spoke very softly, afraid of startling her.

“My darling? It’s me… Yan Xiao…”

Upon hearing this, Wen Qinghe cautiously peeked out from under the covers. She hadn't had time to grab a flashlight yet, as the room was pitch black and there was thunder and the sound of rain outside.

She hesitated, wondering if she hadn't heard clearly, her voice choked with emotion yet filled with uncertainty:

"Yan...Xiao?"

"It's me, Qingqing! Don't be afraid!"

When Yan Xiao saw the girl with disheveled hair and tear-streaked face peeking out from under the covers, he regretted not having come sooner.

Noticing that she was dressed in thin clothes, he quickly unfolded his raincoat, went forward, wrapped her up with the blanket, and held her in his arms.

"Waaaaah, Yan Xiao~ How scary! There's something under my bed!!!"

"Sweetie, don't be afraid, there's nothing there. It's just that your room is leaking. Shall I take you out?"

Upon hearing this, Wen Qinghe lifted her head from Yan Xiao's chest, looking surprised and uncertain, and asked, "Isn't it...blood?"

Yan Xiao was full of surprise. He looked down again at the water, which was almost up to his knees.

She chuckled to herself; no wonder she was so frightened by her strange and wonderful little brain.

"No, it's raining. The water is already above my knees. If you're scared, you can close your eyes."

Knowing it wasn't something bloody, she felt a sense of security and relaxed, watching as she approached the door.

Remembering that the original owner's things were still in the closet, she tugged at the man's shirt with her small hand.

"Brother Yan, there's a handbag in the drawer of the cabinet that you should take with you."

Yan Xiao turned around as instructed, opened the drawer with one hand, and took out the military green satchel inside.

Looking at the heavy rain outside, he carefully placed the little girl on the bed, gave her his handbag to hold, and then put his raincoat on her.

The raincoat was so big that it could wrap her up from head to toe.

He picked her up, making sure she wouldn't get wet in the rain, before going outside.

…

The other educated youths were also awakened by Yan Xiao's earlier knocking. Seeing that the water in the house was about to submerge the bed, they hurriedly and frantically checked their valuables.

For a moment, no one paid attention to the fact that Yan Xiao had taken away the beautiful female educated youth in their courtyard.

Tang Lingling was originally worried about Wen Qinghe, but then she remembered hearing Yan Xiao's voice earlier, and realized that the other person must be even more concerned than she was.

Then I felt relieved...

…

Although Yan Xiao's house is located at the foot of the mountain, it is the highest point in Fengjia Village of the entire Hongxing Brigade.

Therefore, there is no need to worry about being flooded.

After carrying Wen Qinghe all the way home, he placed her on the large bed that had been made earlier, covered her with a blanket, and then went to boil water to make ginger tea.

He had been very careful to wrap her up tightly to keep her dry on the way here, but when he put her down just now, he noticed that her little hands were still ice-cold.

Yan Xiao entered the kitchen with a worried expression, secretly thinking that she should go to town tomorrow to buy a stove and put it in the room where she sleeps.

He used to be unafraid of the cold, but now it's only late autumn in October and her hands are already so cold. How will she be able to withstand the cold in winter?

…

After Yan Xiao left, Wen Qinghe began to observe the room with curiosity.

By the dim light of a kerosene lamp, it could be seen that the room was about twenty or thirty square meters, and the walls and floor were covered with cement.

The room contained only a large wardrobe, a bed, and a desk.

Is this his room?

Just then, I saw him come in carrying an enamel cup in one hand and a wooden basin in the other.

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