Chapter 19 Chapter 19 Who provokes him?

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Huge waves rolled and the surging river water poured down like a beast out of a cage.

The roar was deafening, and the torrent swept trees and rocks downstream. The wide river was instantly filled up. In just a few tens of seconds, the Huangjiang River expanded by more than twice its size, leaving devastation everywhere it passed.

The people on the dike escaped the disaster, but both banks became turbulent rivers.

Gu Mengran and Meng Gaoyang were soaking wet and covered in mud, sitting on the embankment, gasping for breath. Liang Zhao, who did not have time to climb up the embankment, seemed to have been swept away by the flood along with the trees on both sides, disappearing without a trace.

The rumbling sound of water was incessant, and the air around became oppressive and suffocating.

Gu Mengran lay on the ground without saying a word, the mud and water covering most of his face, making it impossible to see his expression. But Meng Gaoyang knew without even looking that at this moment, he must be feeling very uncomfortable.

Is there a chance of surviving being swept away by a flood?

Given the water conditions, it's impossible.

Not to mention Gu Mengran, Meng Gaoyang also felt very uncomfortable.

Apart from other things, Liang Zhao had lived with them for such a long time and had experienced so much together. Even if they were not related, they still had some feelings for each other. Moreover, they were trying to save him...

Watching him being carried away by the flood helplessly, Meng Gaoyang felt as if a stone was pressing on his chest, making it difficult for him to breathe.

The dead cannot be resurrected, and the living must continue to live.

After all, he had lived for most of his life, so Meng Gaoyang quickly suppressed his emotions and cheered himself up.

He wiped the mud off his face and sat up, gently patting Gu Mengran on the shoulder, "Let's go, kid. We don't know how big this barrier lake is, and we don't know if there will be another wave. We have to get away from Huangjiang as soon as possible."

I thought it would take some effort to comfort and enlighten Gu Mengran, but unexpectedly, as soon as I finished speaking, Gu Mengran stood up, wiped his face, shook his head, and without even looking at the river, he strode forward.

This reaction is wrong!

The old man was confused and stunned for a moment. At this time, Gu Mengran, who had already walked a distance away, turned back to look at him and said, "Come on, grandpa. We are all stuck in mud. Let's find a safe place to take a shower first."

"Yeah, coming." Meng Gaoyang followed quickly.

Something is wrong. Very wrong.

Meng Gaoyang would rather he cry and make a fuss than pretend nothing happened and remain calm.

After hesitating for a long time, Meng Gaoyang suggested in a gentle voice: "Meng Ran, how about we go to the downstream to look for it, just in case, right?"

Gu Mengran turned a deaf ear and hurried on his way.

Meng Gaoyang was anxious, "Don't be silent, Meng Ran. We have met once, and it is inappropriate to just walk away like this. Grandpa knows that you are upset, so go and give it a try. After all, there is still a glimmer of hope."

"Grandpa." Gu Mengran slowed down his pace and glanced at his grandfather. "What's the matter with the corpse? I'm fine, Liang Zhao is fine, and everything is fine."

The old man's heart was in his throat: "What do you mean Liang Zhao is fine?"

"It's okay, he's not dead." Gu Mengran shrugged indifferently.

It’s over! The old man slapped him on the forehead.

Maybe the blow was too great and this kid started to avoid reality.

If this continues, there will be big problems. Meng Gaoyang took a breath of cold air, "Meng Ran, don't scare me. Cry if you want to, make a scene if you want to. You are not alone. You still have your grandpa. Your grandpa raised you up, so you have to take care of him until the end of his life, right?"

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We walked for nearly half an hour, and the old man talked non-stop for half an hour.

Gu Mengran remained silent throughout the whole process until he climbed over a steep hillside and came to a narrow and winding country road. Only then did he stop and sit down to rest.

"It's almost done. It should be safe now." Gu Mengran was exhausted and his breathing was a little rapid. After he recovered, he took out two bottles of mineral water from the space and handed one of them to the old man, "Sit down, grandpa, drink some water and take a rest."

After taking the water, Meng Gaoyang didn't rush to sit down. He stood in front of him and looked down at him, "Did you listen to me?"

"Listen. Think positively. Everyone will die, it's just a matter of time..."

Gu Mengran repeated his grandfather's words of comfort until his mouth was dry. He opened the bottle of mineral water and drank half of it. He smiled and said, "But grandpa, Liang Zhaozhen is fine."

"It's okay, it's okay. You just say it's okay, but where is that person? Point it out to me." Meng Gaoyang was very worried. Although he said this, if Gu Mengran really pointed at the air and said it was here, he would probably faint on the spot.

"Okay." Gu Mengran decisively extended his hand to his grandfather, "Give me your hand."

"Let me show you, let me show you how to do it—"

"Trust me, Grandpa. I won't hurt you."

Meng Gaoyang sighed upon hearing this and handed it over helplessly.

The two hands touched in mid-air, and Meng Gaoyang felt a black screen before his eyes.

Three minutes later, Meng Gaoyang slowly opened his eyes after adapting to the light, and stood there stiffly as if he was hit by a bolt of lightning falling from the sky.

The thick fog has completely dissipated, and the view has become extremely open.

Bright light, blue sky, gurgling streams, herds of cattle and sheep, and also - shivering dogs and people who have come back to life.

Who wouldn't be dumbfounded? The old man's pupils shrank, his lips trembled, and he hesitated for a long time before he finally asked the question in his heart: "Meng Ran, are we all dead...into heaven?"

"How can that be possible, Grandpa? This is space, another function of space."

Worried that his grandfather would not understand and be frightened, Gu Mengran held his hand tightly. But the next moment, his left hand was suddenly held back by his grandfather with such force that it almost crushed Gu Mengran's hand bones.

Sensing that something was wrong, Gu Mengran pried his grandfather's hands apart and ran away, followed closely by the old man's thundering rage.

"Gu Mengran! I give you three times as much time to explain it to me clearly."

"Take a bath, Grandpa, I'm going to take a bath first!"

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The tranquility after the storm was hard-won. Beside the stream upstream, the three of them lay side by side on the bumpy ground, not feeling uncomfortable at all.

Gu Mengran had already fallen asleep with his arm resting on it. The old man and Liang Zhao were chatting idly, and they both lowered their voices at the same time.

After learning about the origin and function of space from Liang Zhao, Meng Gaoyang felt more and more curious about the barren land in front of him with no grass.

Of course, there are problems one after another.

"Won't it get dark here?"

Just after answering one question, another one was thrown out. Liang Zhao was very patient and answered slowly and in a low voice: "Probably not. I have been here two or three times, each time at different times, and I have never seen it here at night."

"Oh, this is such a great place! There is water and land, and it's isolated from the world. It's a pity that I can't live here forever, otherwise, let alone earthquakes and floods, I wouldn't be afraid even if the land was completely gone in the future." Meng Gaoyang smacked his lips, his eyes full of regret.

Liang Zhao smiled and said, "Look at the bright side. We can grow food here and take shelter in case of danger. Compared to other people, we are very lucky."

"That's right. Our Meng Ran is a blessed man. I thought the storage space was a favor from God to him, but who would have thought that there was such a good thing hidden in it."

The old man laughed heartily, and as he laughed he seemed to have thought of something, and said sternly, "You two are such immoral boys, hiding such an important thing from me. At that time I really thought you were washed away by the flood, and I felt so sad."

"I'm sorry, Master Meng. I won't do that again next time."

Liang Zhao's voice was very soft and his attitude was particularly sincere.

Meng Gaoyang waved his hands and said, "It has nothing to do with you. You don't need to think to know that it must be Gu Mengran's idea."

"He was also worried about scaring you."

"Worried?" Meng Gaoyang was furious. "He thought you were dead. I tried my best to comfort him, but what happened? He could have explained it to me clearly, but he insisted on being mysterious and keeping me in suspense."

Liang Zhao raised his eyebrows, "Didn't he say I was still alive?"

"You did say that," the old man touched his nose and said with a guilty conscience, "but you just said it casually without even an explanation. How can I believe it?"

"Master Meng, he wouldn't joke with you about this kind of thing."

It was unclear what happened at the time, but Liang Zhao almost didn't think about it and decisively spoke for Gu Mengran: "He hadn't slept for nearly two days, and he went into the water to catch the dog and raced against the flood. You can say he was exhausted. He didn't mean to keep us in suspense. I think he was just too tired and really didn't have the energy to explain."

As soon as these words came out, the old man's face froze slightly, and a trace of guilt flashed in his eyes, "I actually overlooked this point. Yes, Hun kid didn't rest for two days, he must be exhausted, he can fall asleep even lying in the hard mud, and I'm still here... Hey!"

"It's okay, Master Meng, he can't hear you." Liang Zhao said seriously.

"Hahaha..." Meng Gaoyang smiled, patted Liang Zhao on the shoulder, and said earnestly: "Grandpa is old and his memory is not very good. You, please take care of him and care about him more."

Before Liang Zhao could comprehend the meaning behind his words, Meng Gaoyang changed the subject, "Speaking of which, Grandpa should also thank you. Today, thanks to you risking your life to save me, otherwise, I am afraid that this old bone of mine would not be able to escape this disaster."

"No, Grandpa, you—"

Halfway through his speech, Liang Zhao suddenly realized that he had been led astray by his old man. He glanced around and inadvertently met Meng Gaoyang's half-smile. He smiled faintly and stopped talking.

The outside world is stormy, but the space is peaceful. You don't need to worry about staying in the space to rest, but you can't bring any supplies, which means that this place is not suitable for a long stay.

When he woke up, Gu Mengran felt sore in his back, cramps in his legs, and his stomach was growling with hunger. He felt uncomfortable all over, as if he had been beaten up.

Although space is safe, reality cannot be avoided. The urgent feeling of hunger in his stomach constantly reminds him that it is time to leave and return to reality.

Rubbing his aching shoulder, Gu Mengran raised his hand to check the time. It was already past five in the afternoon. Grandpa and Liang Zhao, who were lying on the ground together, had long disappeared. He looked around and saw the figures of the two people by the stream not far away.

Liang Zhaohe and his old man were walking in the stream with their trousers rolled up, refurbishing the muddy Xiao Huang.

The two of them divided the work and cooperated with each other tacitly. Liang Zhao pinched the dog's mouth and legs and put the dog down on the shore. Grandpa scooped water from the stream to water the dog, and rubbed mud for the dog seriously like a skilled old technician.

Having just saved a life from the water, Xiao Huang was a little stressed when he came into contact with water again. He kicked and struggled with all his four legs, but he was no match for Liang Zhao's strength, and his mouth could not open and he wailed pitifully.

I didn't clean the dog right away, so the mud on his body dried up. Mud of all sizes penetrated the fur, and without a container or shower gel, it was difficult to clean it all at once.

The dog struggles hard, and it's troublesome if it gets scared.

After a quick clean, the mud was no longer visible to the naked eye. The old man wiped his sweat and panted and urged, "Alright, alright, give it a bath and give me one too. It's exhausting. Let Meng Ran do it himself later. He likes these the most."

Liang Zhao hummed, grabbed the dog, dipped it in the water twice, and gently put it on shore.

Xiao Huang was so frightened that his limbs were shaking like sieve bran. But when he got back to the shore, he did not run away immediately. Instead, he strictly followed the wet dog's law and suddenly turned into a propeller, shaking his body.

Unable to avoid it, Liang Zhao and his old man got splashed with water in their faces.

It wasn't washed thoroughly, and there were spots of mud in the water. The old man was a little worried at first, but when he looked up, he saw that Gu Mengran, who had just approached, was also affected and was drenched by a light rain.

"Hahaha..." The old man was gloating over the misfortune, pointing at him and laughing, "It's better to arrive at the right time than to arrive early, kid, I'll wake you up."

Gu Mengran shook off the water droplets on his hair and sighed helplessly, "Let's go after we're done washing. I'm hungry."

"Ah!" The old man's smile disappeared in a second, and he sighed, "The air here is so fresh. It will be dark outside. I really don't want to leave."

"You still have to farm anyway, so you can come here often in the future." Liang Zhao said to comfort him casually, his eyes fell on the wet little yellow dog, and he asked Gu Mengran softly: "Should we take the dog out too?"

Gu Mengran turned around and walked away, as if Liang Zhao didn't exist, without saying a word, and never gave him even a single extra glance from beginning to end.

The old man smelled something bad and turned to look at Liang Zhao, "Is he being disrespectful? Who provoked him?"

Liang Zhao pursed his lips, lowered his brows and his eyes darkened, "It should be me."