But then a bolt of lightning streaked across the sky, briefly illuminating the world.
Two seconds later.
"Boom!"
A deafening clap of thunder echoed through the sky.
"Wow……"
Feng Xinan, who was playing happily on the ground, suddenly stopped and burst into tears from the sound of thunder.
Just as Feng Ye was about to hug his son, Ye Qingling beat her to it, picking him up and comforting him in her arms.
Feng Ye could only shrug and continue to listlessly prop his chin up and watch the rain outside.
At first, the rain was light, but as time went on, the lightning and thunder continued, and the rain gradually intensified.
The strong wind, carrying lines of raindrops, lashed against the wet ground, splashing up sprays of water.
"Huh, is it leaking?"
Suddenly, Feng Ye felt a chill on his neck.
Looking up, he saw another drop of water fall, landing right on his head.
"It's leaking. Everyone go back inside and check. Make sure the bed doesn't get wet, or we won't be able to sleep tonight."
Feng Ye said loudly, got up and went inside to check.
A little water leak in the main room is okay for now; the sleeping area is more important.
Upon entering the house, he discovered several leaks, one of which was the wall where the bed was pressed against. He had to move the bed out of the room, and for the other leaks, he found basins and buckets to catch the water.
That's the downside of tiled houses; they're prone to leaking when it rains heavily.
Especially during typhoons, even if the tiles are stacked perfectly, strong winds can still blow them out of place or even lift them off the ground.
Every year, the roof needs to be repaired countless times; it basically needs to be repaired every time a typhoon hits.
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