Chapter 321 Heavy Rain

"Extra Story, Not Part of the Main Text"

Wonju.

The sky was clear one moment, and the next moment there was a violent storm and heavy rain fell in an instant.

Bai Ling is now rushing to take back the books that were hung outside to dry.

It was rare for her to be in a hurry; usually she was quick and methodical.

However, the books she collects now are all the ones that her elder sister loved to read when she was alive.

How sad she would be if it was damaged.

My sister didn’t have much stuff to begin with. Apart from a few pieces of clothing, these were the only books she held in her hands every day.

There were only a few security guards and a few old ladies who came to help with the harvest.

After much difficulty they were all collected and piled up in the hall in a disorderly manner.

Bailing looked through the papers. Some of the ink had melted, the words were blurred and stuck together wetly. She didn't dare to separate them easily. She just took a dry cloth and wiped them gently, then wiped her tears.

"Sister, Bai Ling is useless. He couldn't even protect your books."

Bo Yuan braved the heavy rain, holding an oil-paper umbrella, his clothes stained with moisture. He quickly walked across the corridor in the courtyard, ran to the hall, put away the umbrella, and patted the water droplets dripping on his body.

"It's raining so hard."

He placed the umbrella on the porch, stepped over the threshold and entered the house.

The classroom was filled with books, many of which were soaked through.

What a pity!

He imitated Bai Ling and wiped the rain water one by one with a dry towel.

"Bai Ling, some of them are too soaked. I'm afraid I'll have to ask a book repairman to repair them..."

After Bo Yuan finished speaking, he waited for a long time, but did not hear Bai Ling's reply.

He raised his head in confusion and turned to look at Bai Ling.

Normally, the lark's loud voice would have been roaring long ago, so why is it so quiet today?

He put down his work and slowly approached the lark.

"Bai Ling, what's wrong?"

Hearing Bo Yuan's voice, Bai Ling suddenly burst into tears.

"Bo Yuan, I miss my sister."

When Bo Yuan heard this, tears immediately welled up in his eyes.

He raised his hand, held Bai Ling's crying and trembling shoulders, and tightened his palms.

"Bai Ling, don't cry. The boss just went to another place. She is such a good person, God will take care of her."

Bai Ling nodded.

"Then I will burn more paper money for my sister so that she won't suffer in poverty in the underworld."

Bo Yuan blinked.

"good."

He released his hand from Bai Ling's shoulder.

Bai Ling said again.

"Paper money alone is not enough. The money I used last time is probably all used up. Yes, I will buy her another house. The study in the house must be good, with big windows. She loves to read by the window. I will also buy her two maids to sweep the floor every day and call her for meals, otherwise she always forgets. I will also buy her two guards to prevent others from disturbing her peace. Oh, and..."

"Lark..."

Bo Yuan shouted, and Bai Ling asked in confusion.

"Did I miss something?"

Bo Yuan was silent for a long time.

"Bai Ling, don't be like this. The boss has been gone for more than a year. The dead are gone, and the living are gone. You should think about yourself occasionally, or look at the people around you."

Bai Ling shook his head.

"I don't know. I have been with my sister all my life, and now she is gone. I don't know what to do. It's like I have no one to rely on."

Bo Yuan's eyes lit up with stars.

"Bai Ling, there will be, there will definitely be in the future."

The heavy rain outside is still falling and there seems to be no sign of stopping.

After Fu Da came back, his brows were furrowed.

"The wind is so strong that it can blow people away. I'll wait until the wind dies down tomorrow and go out to take a look. I think the roofs of many houses have been blown off."

Bo Yuan said.

"I don't know what's going on at the Huang family either. Let's go there together tomorrow."

Fu Da glanced at Bo Yuan.

"Don't go. Stay at home. Bai Ling is still here. If anything happens, there will be someone to take care of you."

Bai Ling said hurriedly.

"I can take care of myself, Boyuan, it's okay, you go ahead and do your work."

The next day when I went out, there was a violent storm. The Wonju city, which was bustling yesterday, was now in ruins.

Fu Da and Bo Yuan did not bring umbrellas with them, as they could not support themselves. They wore straw raincoats, but the wind was too strong and they could hardly move.

When I arrived at Huang's house, I heard Yuan Shu's anxious calls.

"What happened?"

"My two naughty kids left the house this morning without my knowledge. The servants didn't notice them either, and now they are missing."

Fu Da and Bo Yuan looked at each other, thinking that something was not good.

"Gather your servants and search as quickly as possible. Make sure nothing happens."

Fu Da and Bo Yuan, each with a few people, went around looking for Yuan Shu's child.

In the city, all the streets were filled with water, making it difficult to move.

Bo Yuan took people to look everywhere and shouted everywhere, but there was no trace of him.

Fuda also searched along the streets of the city and even went to the bullfighting arena that the two children loved the most.

When I was halfway there, I unexpectedly ran into Bai Ling on the street.

Fu Da asked with a frown.

"Why did you come out?"

Bailing replied quickly.

"The children are at our house. These two, fearing that their parents would scold them, hid in the yard for a long time before coming out."

Great blessing.

"It's good that everything is alright. Let's go back first. The road is too chaotic. If a house collapses or something happens, it will be troublesome."

They were fine, but Bo Yuan was in trouble.

When it was time for dinner, Bo Yuan had not returned yet, but the few people who followed him returned earlier.

"Why didn't you come back with him?"

"We all searched separately, not with the steward."

This time, it really turned from an oolong into an accident.

Fortunately, the strong wind outside had stopped, but the flood had not yet receded.

Fu Da and Bai Ling went to the place where Bo Yuan had left. They saw collapsed houses and shops everywhere. The streets were full of people, shouting and crying...

"Bo Yuan, Bo Yuan..."

Bailing was very worried, and Fuda's eyes unconsciously revealed a trace of worry.

"Is he going to be alright?"

"No, nothing will happen to him."

Fu Da said this in a decisive tone.

The lark waded through the water, searching house by house.

Finally, at a corner, I heard Bo Yuan's voice.

Bai Ling hurriedly followed the sound and found that Bo Yuan was trapped under the wall of a house. Fortunately, there was a beam across the middle, otherwise, Bo Yuan would not see the sun tomorrow.

"Fu Da, Bo Yuan is here."

The lark roared loudly.

In a moment, Fu Da's figure appeared before him.

"How are you? Are you hurt anywhere?"

Bo Yuan's face was pale and his eyes were a little confused, as if he had been holding on for a long time.

“I can’t move my legs.”

Bai Ling had already been removing the stones and soil that were pressing on Bo Yuan piece by piece.

Fu Da had a heavy face and did his work in silence.

"Bai Ling, go back and call someone."

Bo Yuan shook his head.

"No, don't go. It's just a few pieces of dirt. If you get lost like me, it will be a waste of time."

Bai Ling nodded.

"Yes, yes..."