After Xu Xingchen said this, he added a wry smile of "embarrassment", which can be said to be full of details.

Even Aunt Pang didn't know what to say. Xu Xiaoniang's ex-husband's life and death were unknown, and she was in a hurry to find her a second husband. It was not wrong for her to refuse. After thinking it through, Aunt Pang stopped pestering her.

After expressing his apologies to Xu Xingchen, he took Li Yunxiao away. Li Yunxiao was reluctant to leave at first, and looked at Xu Xingchen eagerly, hoping that he would change his mind and look at him, but was pulled away by Aunt Pang.

Xu Xingchen stood there in a trance. Everything that had happened since he woke up was too dramatic. No, maybe it had started since last night...

"Are you sober?"

A clear and elegant voice brought her back to her senses. She uttered an 'ah' in confusion, then came to her senses. She touched her nose and muffledly replied, "Yeah... I'm awake."

Jun Haoyue had a smile in his eyes and just looked at her without saying a word.

Xu Xingchen felt embarrassed and shy because of his direct gaze, and walked to the flower bed as if to escape, watering the flowers with a gourd ladle.

"Pfft—Stardust, are you shy?"

Xu Xingchen was furious when his cover was seen through, and he scooped up a bucket of water to throw at him.

Jun Haoyue smiled and begged for mercy, "No, no, no, I was wrong."

But then he teased: "Xingchen, do you remember you were drunk last night? You..."

"Shut up, you're not wrong, I'm wrong." Xingchen interrupted him and raised the gourd ladle in her hand. This man said he was wrong, but he also brought up the embarrassing incident of her getting drunk last night!

The two were chasing each other in the yard. Jun Haoyue was tall and had long legs, and Xu Xingchen was out of breath after chasing him for two rounds. She had just gotten up with disheveled hair, and at this moment she looked like Mei Chaofeng.

She angrily dropped the gourd and turned back to the house.

Jun Haoyue stood in the yard and laughed freely.

......

After a few days, the sky was gray. When Xu Xingchen got up, he just muttered about the horrible weather and went back to the house without paying too much attention to it.

Someone outside yelled, "The locusts are coming! Everyone, get inside and close the doors and windows!"

She was preparing lunch in the kitchen when she heard shouting outside. She was so frightened that she almost cut her finger and hurried out of the yard.

On the road, villagers were fleeing in panic with clothes wrapped around their heads. The sky was dark and a buzzing sound was coming towards this side.

Xu Xingchen was stunned by this scene. Jun Haoyue hurriedly chased her out, took off his coat and covered her up, shouting at her, "It's a locust plague! Xingchen, quickly go inside and hide!"

The villagers fleeing on the road wailed and roared, and children from unknown families were crying for their mothers in the panicked crowd.

Jun Haoyue looked at the dark sky, his eyes showing undisguised seriousness and anxiety, but the person in his arms broke free.

"I'm going to save the child!"

Jun Haoyue didn't react in time to grab her. Xu Xingchen's clothes brushed past his hand as she rushed into the crowd. "Xingchen!" He was so frightened for the first time in his life. Without a second's hesitation, he rushed after her into the crowd.

In the crowd, Xu Xingchen, holding the frightened and crying child, was staggered like a fallen leaf in the wind.

In the face of disaster, everyone is in danger and no one can care about the crisis in front of them or others.

Xu Xingchen struggled to get out of the crowd. The dust was flying as the crowd ran, and the scene in front of him was all dusty and he couldn't see the direction clearly.

Suddenly, a force from behind knocked her away. She lost her balance and fell to the ground. Her body instinctively wanted to reach out to cushion the impact, but she realized that there was a child in her arms, so she gave up the defensive action, closed her eyes and left everything to fate.

At the critical moment, she felt a tightness around her waist, and Jun Haoyue grabbed her waist and pulled her back.

He hugged the person tightly, his thin lips trembling, and the veins on his neck bulged, but when he saw Xu Xingchen's frightened expression, he swallowed back the words of blame that were about to burst out of his mouth.

He took the child from her arms into his own, holding the child in one hand and still holding her waist tightly with the other hand, and took her home.

The crowd collided, and Jun Haoyue walked out of the turbulence step by step. After he came out, his hair was disheveled and his clothes were torn. Xu Xingchen, who was protected by him, was not affected at all.

He brought the people back into the house, closed the doors and windows, and waited for the locust plague to pass.

The room was dark. In the corner, Xu Xingchen listened anxiously to the deafening buzzing sound outside. The child she rescued was sobbing softly in her arms.

Xu Xingchen had only heard of the locust plague in class. She remembered her teacher saying, "There will be locusts after a long drought." Although it was already summer, it was far from being a drought. How could a locust plague suddenly occur... Xu Xingchen couldn't understand.

But what she didn't know was that natural disasters and man-made disasters were not inevitable and could not be explained by chance.

The door panel was hit by the locusts flying past, making a "bang bang" sound. The child hugged Xu Xingchen's neck tightly in fear and kept calling for his mother.

Xu Xingchen suppressed her trembling and comforted the child in her arms. Jun Haoyue walked to her side, stretched out his long arms and hugged her in his arms, and said softly in a gentle voice: "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

These four simple words made her nose sore and she buried her face in his chest.

The room was filled with a constant mix of buzzing and clamoring sounds, making people feel uneasy. Perhaps it was because Jun Haoyue made them feel extremely safe, Xu Xingchen, who had been on edge, slowly relaxed and fell asleep in his arms.

After an unknown amount of time, Xu Xingchen woke up. The room was pitch black, and the humming noise outside was barely audible. The child in her arms was still asleep. She gently placed the child on the bed.

"Jun Haoyue..." she called softly.

In the darkness, Jun Haoyue's dark eyes reflected the light, "I'm here."

"Outside..."

"It's night time now and the locusts have dispersed. Don't go out yet. Wait until tomorrow to check again." She had just said two words when Jun Haoyue understood what she wanted to ask.

"kindness..."

Just in case they didn't light a lamp, they sat in the dark until dawn.

Fortunately, there was no deafening buzzing sound from outside like the day before.

Jun Haoyue moved the tables and chairs that were blocking the door and slowly opened it. The floor in front of the door was covered with locusts that had died after hitting the door, which made people feel extremely uncomfortable.

He turned around and swept the locust corpses into the corner with a broom without blinking, covered them with a bamboo basket, and cleaned them up later.

The two walked into the yard, and found that Xu Xingchen's experimental field was just a pile of scorched earth, without even a leaf left.

Many villagers started walking along the road, all with sad faces as they headed towards the fields. They still held onto hope, thinking, what if the fields were not completely destroyed?

When they got to the fields, they felt as much pain in their hearts as the reality was cruel.

When the locusts fly by, no grass grows.

This proverb that has been passed down through the ages is truly true.

The fields were barren, and the wheat that was growing well was reduced to broken stalks. The fertile red-brown soil was covered with broken wings, which was very creepy.

Some villagers with weak psychological defenses, some strong farm men, actually covered their faces and cried bitterly. The crying sounds came one after another. Even the strong ones looked miserable and could not even cry.