Chapter 83 Spend Time Together
The temporary residence was more rudimentary than Si Yankai had expected.
Being stopped was expected, after all, the disaster situation was not stable.
A large number of people's soldiers came here in the wind and rain, ready to carry out rescue at any time.
Some people in the community also noticed this incident and rushed to the scene with supplies. However, due to the steep terrain of the ancient town, landslides could occur at any time, so the supplies were not delivered and instead remained at a distance from the ancient town.
Si Yankai also sent people to transport a large amount of supplies, and even dispatched helicopters to join the rescue, and sent a professional rescue team hired by himself to join in, hoping to reduce casualties.
Si Yankai found a relatively clean rag and carefully wiped the creaking wooden table. He then took out a furry blanket from his backpack and spread it on the hard bed - he had brought that blanket with him specially when he came, thinking that if he could see Tang Ximian, he could wear it to keep him warm.
Now I’m using it.
After putting his luggage away, he walked to the window.
The rain was still falling obliquely, and the valley in the distance was wrapped in a thin layer of mist, making it unclear.
The phone was clutched in his palm, already warm from his body heat. He carefully considered his words, deleting and revising them for a long time before finally sending a message: "I just saw the weather forecast and it says the rain is easing. Is the situation better over there? Do you have enough to eat? Are you hungry?"
Every question was asked carefully, avoiding any details that might reveal his position.
He knew Tang Ximian too well. Although he looked gentle, he actually had a stubborn tenacity in his bones. If he knew that he had taken the risk to come here, he would definitely be worried and might even send him back.
At this time, who can go back with peace of mind?
When the notification popped up indicating that the message was sent successfully, Si Yankai breathed a sigh of relief, but his fingertips were still trembling.
He moved a wooden stool and sat by the window, staring intently in the direction of the ancient town, as if he could penetrate the misty rain and see the figure that made him worried.
Deep in the ancient town, Tang Ximian was squatting on the corridor on the second floor of the homestay, using wire to nail a piece of plastic sheet firmly to the loose window frame.
The wind was still howling, carrying raindrops that hit the plastic sheet, making crackling sounds and disturbing people.
The cell phone in his trouser pocket suddenly vibrated. The familiar notification tone was particularly clear amidst the noisy rain. He quickly took out his cell phone.
There were some mud spots on the screen, and he subconsciously rubbed it with his sleeve, and saw the three words "Si Yankai" pop up.
As expected of me, I guessed it right at the first try.
Tang Ximian tried to find joy in the midst of suffering and smiled.
My fingertips were a little stiff, probably because they had been soaked in the rain for too long in the past two days. It took me two tries to unlock the screen before I succeeded.
"The rain is still falling, but not as hard as before."
He typed quickly, his eyes sweeping over the leaking corner at the end of the corridor - there was already half a basin of water accumulated there, which several volunteers had just collected in plastic buckets.
But he didn't say that. He just continued writing: "Don't worry, I've been staying in the B&B for almost the entire time. I'll be fine. There's food. I was given compressed biscuits, instant noodles, and a bottle of water this morning. It's enough to last me for a while."
After sending it, he stared at the screen for two seconds, then felt it wasn't enough. His fingers paused on the keyboard and added, "I just had some hot porridge. An auntie found a bag of rice in the kitchen and boiled some hot water to make it. It's a little watery, but it's quite warm. Don't worry, everyone here is helping each other out. It's okay."
In fact, that bowl of porridge was a little bit left after being distributed to several elderly people and children. He didn't grab it, and what he drank just now was just half a bottle of boiled water left in his kettle.
But he couldn't say it. He could imagine Si Yankai's expression when he saw the message, probably frowning, stroking his fingers repeatedly on the screen, and calculating all the possible risks in his mind.
The person who always arranges everything in an orderly manner must be thousands of miles away at this moment, worrying about him.
He leaned against the cold wall, looking out the window at the bluestone pavement, washed shiny by the rain. He suddenly remembered what Si Yankai had told him before they set out: "The ancient town has a lot of rainy seasons, so remember to bring a thick coat and your stomach medicine. Don't forget them."
At that time, he thought the other party was nagging, but now he really wanted to take out the pack of stomach medicine that he had left in the drawer of the dormitory - he had been so busy these two days that he forgot to eat, and his stomach had been aching for a long time.
The phone vibrated again. It was Si Yankai's reply, just a few simple words: "Take care of yourself. Tell me if there is any emergency."
Tang Ximian looked at the words and suddenly smiled, his eyes a little hot. He lowered his head, wiped the corners of his eyes with his sleeve, and typed the word "OK" on the screen with his fingers.
The moment he sent the message, he seemed to see the person on the other end of the phone, sitting in the bright dormitory, frowning at the message he sent, maybe even saying "hmm" softly, and then continuing to watch the phone, waiting for his next reply.
At this moment, Si Yankai was lying on the hard wooden board, and a very shallow arc suddenly appeared at the corner of his mouth.
He raised his hand, gently touched Tang Ximian on the phone screen, and whispered, "Wait for me."
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