Chapter 119 The Downpour Is About to Begin

On the second day of the holiday, Cong Chun helped his grandmother husk corn in the main room. The two sat near the door, where the light was good and they didn't need to turn on the lights during the day.

The weather is exceptionally good today, with bright sunshine. Previously, the sky above this land was always hazy. Some people have mentioned that it was because of the brick kiln in the town, which caused the air quality in the neighboring villages to be poor.

However, no one expected that a sudden downpour would begin in the middle of the night. The sound of rain falling on the tiles and raindrops on the window was dense, urgent, and noisy, directly waking Cong Chun from his sleep.

Cong Chun groggily opened his eyes, rubbed them, and looked out the window at the blurry rain.

Immediately afterwards, Cong Chun turned on his phone's flashlight and prepared to go to his grandmother's room to see if she was awake.

The next second, Cong Chun arrived at the hall and saw a dark figure on the ground. The boy's pupils contracted sharply, and a piercing sound came to his ears.

Cong Chun's tone was somewhat urgent.

"Grandma, where did you fall..."

It turned out that the tiles on the roof of the old man's room couldn't hold up, and water kept leaking down when the rain came. The old man thought he would turn on the light in the dark and go to the kitchen to get a basin to catch the water.

Unexpectedly, I tripped over a bench while passing through the hall.

Cong Chun immediately turned on the light, quickly stepped forward, squatted down, and hugged the old man in his arms.

Observing the old woman's injuries, Cong Chun's gaze fell on her bruised and swollen calves. A hint of heartache flashed in his drooping dog eyes, and his eyes reddened.

"Grandma, I'm taking you to see a doctor now."

As soon as he finished speaking, Cong Chun was about to carry the old man on his back.

The old man waved his hand, stopping Cong Chun's actions.

"Baochun, Grandma is fine. We'll just put the plaster from the drawer on later."

"It's raining too hard now, and it's very late. The health clinic has been closed for a long time. Let's go tomorrow when the rain stops."

Cong Chun ignored his grandmother's advice and insisted on taking her to the hospital.

The boy went forward and pushed the door open, but only opened it a crack.

Cong Chun's wrist was suddenly gripped by a rough palm from behind.

"Baochun, be good."

"Otherwise, Grandma will get angry."

Through the crack in the door, Cong Chun saw a dark, boundless road and fine raindrops that, carried by the wind, slipped through the crack and landed on his face, feeling cool.

There was not a single ray of light.

Cong Chun turned his head and saw his grandmother looking tired. He nodded silently.

He helped the person to his bed.

"Grandma, I'll take you to see the doctor as soon as the rain stops tomorrow."

He then returned to his grandmother's room, where Cong Chun picked up an unused, broken pot and used it to catch water from the leak.

Cong Chun looked up at the rubble and fragments on the ground and secretly resolved to repair the place.

On the other side, the Duan family's house was brightly lit.

Ji Ruhui came to find Duan Mingxiao, but the young master dragged her to play games all night. She lost nine out of ten games, and the only game she won was when Duan Mingxiao deliberately "committed suicide." This was a blatant humiliation for Ji Ruhui.

The boy was wearing a floral shirt jacket, his beautiful, upturned fox-like eyes were squinting, and he was so sleepy that he could barely keep them open. Ji Ruhui yawned several times.

He stared at the energetic Duan Mingxiao beside him, his tone tinged with resentment. "He's about to die suddenly, and A-Can doesn't even have a shred of pity for him."

He originally thought Ah-Can had invited him over for drinks, but when he arrived, he found out he was there to play racing games, and Ji Ru-hui was just his practice partner! Outrageous!

But Ji Ruhui didn't dare to utter a single word; he could only silently complain in his heart.

When his sister-in-law was still around, Young Master Duan would go a whole month without sending him a single message, and last time he inexplicably blocked him.

Now that his sister-in-law has gone home for the holiday, Young Master Duan has suddenly remembered his brother, who's been sitting in this corner of the world practically rotting away.

Ji Ruhui pursed her lips, glanced at Duan Mingxiao, and said in a gossipy tone.

"Ah Can, what's going on between your sister-in-law and Lu Tinglan?"

As expected, Duan Mingxiao immediately frowned, a hint of melancholy flashing in his eyes, and his tone became sinister. Anyone who didn't know better would think that the young master was about to transform into a vengeful ghost.

"The man surnamed Lu is shameless, eagerly throwing himself at people, without even looking in the mirror to see if he's good enough for them."

Seeing Duan Mingxiao's indignant expression, as if he wanted to tear Lu Tinglan apart, Ji Ruhui raised an eyebrow, fully understanding the situation.

I understand. From now on, I'll tell everyone that you, the eldest son of the Duan family, and your sister-in-law are a match made in heaven.

"By the way, why did you ask Lao Dong, who develops the navigation app, to upgrade the software the other day?"

"I heard that when Old Dong went back, he had his people upgrade the software overnight."

Duan Mingxiao pursed his lips and remained silent, unusually quiet.

The young master was thinking to himself, "Who told that idiot Chun Chun to say that they couldn't find their village on the navigation?"

With that in mind, the young master downloaded a navigation app and searched for the three words "Huaishui Village". Sure enough, it appeared on the navigation app.

The young master glanced at the terrain surrounding Huai Shui Village. It was indeed a "mountain" village, surrounded by mountains on all sides.

Immediately afterwards, Duan Mingxiao glanced at it and saw the latest comment.

It's news about the torrential rain in Huai Shui Village.

Cong Chun slept in her grandmother's room last night, but woke up before dawn.

Actually, the boy didn't sleep very well last night. When he woke up early this morning, it was raining heavily, even more so than last night. The strong wind was hitting the windows, making a crisp sound.

I originally planned to wait until the rain subsided before taking Grandma to see a doctor in town, but unfortunately the rain hasn't stopped.

Before they knew it, it was evening. Cong Chun was anxious, but his grandmother comforted him, saying that everything was alright, it wasn't a serious injury, and she could still walk.

Seeing his grandmother's limping figure, Cong Chun felt uneasy.

No, he has to take Grandma to see a doctor.

So, Cong Chun took advantage of his grandmother's nap time when she wasn't paying attention.

Cong Chun braved the heavy rain, wearing a straw hat and a thin raincoat made of plastic film, and ran to the town to invite the doctor from the clinic.

Three hours later, the boy returned.

Cong Chun pushed open the door, his clothes soaked by the rain, his wet hair clinging to his ears, looking like a disheveled drowned rat, but his tone was lighthearted.

"Grandma, the doctor is seeing patients in the village right now."

"I'll go and ask him to come and take a look at you."

However, Cong Chun pushed open the door.

Instead of her grandmother, she saw Duan Mingxiao, the young master who should have been in Jinghai City. The boy's tone was somewhat puzzled. Cong Chun looked up at him and couldn't help but sniff.

"Young Master, what brings you here?"