Chapter 268 Mao Mao Doesn't Want a Strong Wind
Maomao chased after the kitten, following its footprints all the way out of the city, and arrived at a small hill filled with birdsong and fragrant flowers.
There were towering trees and clear springs, and in summer the trees were laden with delicious fruit. Maomao not only found her kitten, but also picked up four chirping birds under the trees.
Lou Yansui slowly told the story, and everyone listened quietly.
Mao Mao would occasionally chime in, "What's the little bird's name?"
Lou Yansui glanced at the birdcage held in her third brother's arms, where four fluffy bird heads were faintly visible.
“Call the little bird,” Lou Yansui said.
Lou Hongjian: "..."
Mao Mao exclaimed, "Wow! What else?"
Lou Yansui: "Little Bird No. 1, Little Bird No. 2, Little Bird No. 3."
Lou Hongjian complained, "Hey! Ah Sui, the name of the bird I keep isn't that tasteless!"
But Mao Mao didn't mind at all. She nodded her little head and looked at her brother expectantly, waiting for him to continue.
Bird No. 2's wing was injured and it couldn't fly for a while. Kind-hearted Maomao wanted to help it, so she fed it water, found it food, and even helped it escape an attack from a kitten.
Upon hearing this, Mao Mao looked around.
Unfortunately, the big white cat has disappeared somewhere, and we can't find it anywhere.
Lou Heming took a pastry from the plate to distract her. She sat obediently in her brother's lap, listening to the story with peace of mind, her cheeks puffing out.
Mao Mao settled down on the mountain.
When thirsty, they drink spring water; when hungry, they eat fruit; during the day, they carry little birds on their backs and play everywhere; at night, they sleep in the cave with the kittens.
"What if it rains?" Mao Mao asked with concern.
Lou Yansui: "Hmm, you won't get wet in the cave."
Mao Mao: "Where's Mao Mao's blanket?"
Lou Yansui: "He found a very, very large leaf that could cover his stomach and his toes."
Mao Mao: "Was it blown away by the wind?"
Lou Yansui: "The evening breeze in summer is very cool, so he won't feel so hot."
Mao Mao held the snack in her little hands and ate it obediently.
It seems there are no problems.
Lou Yansui was about to continue speaking when Mao Mao suddenly asked, "Brother, what will Mao Mao do tonight?"
Lou Yansui was speechless.
He thought for a moment, his mind racing, "Hmm... he'll be taken in by the city hall, and all the homeless will hide in the houses."
"Brother, what should we do if Mao Mao is scared?"
"..."
The glass windows of the small living room were boarded up, so you couldn't see the outside view, but you could still hear the wind and rain rattling the doors and windows, as if they were about to collapse at any moment.
They were hiding in a safe house, but they felt like they were in a small box, with a merciless cat's paw slapping against it from the outside.
If even the sturdy Western-style buildings are like this, one can only imagine how old and dilapidated the houses are outside the city.
If it were the kind of house that Mao Mao and her mother used to live in, perhaps the roof would have already been blown away, or perhaps the mud house would have been blown down as well.
Faced with the overwhelming forces of nature, people had no way to fight back.
Suddenly, everyone fell silent, making the commotion outside even more noticeable.
Mao Mao lowered her head in disappointment, her chubby cheeks puffing out, and she couldn't even eat the delicious snacks.
She snuggled into her brother's arms and said sadly, "Mao Mao doesn't want a strong wind."
Lou Heming gently patted her head: "It will be alright, Mao Mao. Dad and my older brother have also made many preparations."
Advance notice should be given to all fishing boats to return to port, people should reinforce houses, and people in dangerous areas should be evacuated. Natural disasters inevitably cause huge losses, but being prepared in advance can at least save many lives.
Just like last year's cold wave.
Thanks to Mao Mao's reminder, they prepared supplies in advance, and many people who might have frozen to death in the cold wave survived.
As long as you're alive, there's hope.
Even on the most scarred and damaged land, they can grow a flower again with their own hands.
Lou Yansui also spoke up: "Maomao will be scared, but he is also very brave. He will overcome his fear and get a good night's sleep. When the storm passes, he... he will be able to eat delicious roasted sweet potatoes."
Mao Mao rubbed against her brother's palm.
"Hmm!"
Roasted sweet potatoes.
That's great.
"Go away, strong wind!" she said. "And hurry up and eat your roasted sweet potatoes, Mao Mao!"
Lou Heming smiled and chimed in, "Not only roasted sweet potatoes, but also braised pork."
"Eat meat!"
Lou Yansui continued telling the story.
Mao Mao listened quietly.
Before I knew it, the frightening noise outside gradually subsided, as if the wind and rain that could cause the earth to collapse and mountains to crumble had gradually become gentle, no longer violently pounding on the doors and windows, and the banging noise had become a gentle rustling.
Lou Yansui stopped telling the story and took a sip of water to moisten her throat. When she looked up again, she saw Mao Mao lying quietly in her brother's arms, her eyes closed and her little hands clenched into fists. She didn't know when she had fallen asleep.
...
Mao Mao slept soundly until dawn.
The next morning, it was a bright and sunny day.
The sky was a clear, bright blue, and the clouds were snow-white. If it weren't for the messy courtyard and the windows that were blown apart yesterday, it would seem as if the strong winds and heavy rains of last night were just an illusion.
The servants were busy tidying up the house, sweeping the yard, and removing the wooden boards from the doors and windows.
Several trees in the courtyard had fallen, and broken branches and leaves were everywhere.
Mao Mao walked down the stairs with a "thump, thump" sound.
Lou Dashuai and Lou Fengju, who hadn't returned home all night, had just arrived home and were having breakfast in the dining room.
"dad!"
"elder brother!"
Mao Mao ran in and jumped into Lou Dashuai's arms.
"Hey, Mao Mao."
Lou Dashuai put his youngest daughter on his lap, and Mao Mao reached out her little hands to hug him, rubbing her soft little face against his stiff beard that had grown overnight.
Her sweet, childlike voice murmured fondly, "Daddy, Mao Mao misses you."
Lou Dashuai's heart melted into a puddle of water.
"Mao Mao, Daddy misses you too!"
Lou Fengju raised an eyebrow: "Mao Mao, don't you miss your brother?"
Mao Mao immediately exclaimed loudly, "Mao Mao misses her brother too!"
Lou Heming also came to the dining room: "Brother, how is the situation in Haicheng?"
Lou Fengju picked up his coffee and took a sip, his eyes showing the exhaustion of having stayed up all night: "It's alright."
"fine?"
"It's not as serious as we expected," Lou Fengju said somewhat uncertainly. "The weather station said it looks like it was about to make landfall in Haicheng, but then it suddenly changed course?"
"Turn?"
The group looked at each other in bewilderment.
None of the people present knew much about meteorology.
They're almost ashore, why are they still trying to turn back?
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