Ling Huanwu's eyes widened, and she instinctively tried to push him away, but she was no match for him!
The triplets, who had been crying incessantly, were startled by this sudden scene and immediately quieted down, standing obediently in place.
She didn't even dare to utter a single syllable when she cried.
With wide eyes, watching the two people tightly embracing and kissing, he thought this was a new way to hit someone.
After a long while, Zhou Jiuzhen finally released Ling Huanwu, both of them panting heavily.
Ling Huanwu's cheeks flushed red, both ashamed and angry. She raised her hand to hit him, saying, "Are you crazy! The baby is still here!"
Zhou Jiuzhen gripped her wrist tightly, his voice hoarse, "Huanwu, I don't believe those rumors, but it hurts me. You can only be mine."
Ling Huanwu's eyes reddened as she recalled Song Yaoyao's rumors that she and Qin Jinshen made a lot of noise every night. She felt wronged and helpless: "I've already explained it to you, but you still do this."
Zhou Jiuzhen pulled her into his arms, gently patting her back, but kissing her between the eyebrows and on her cheeks. "I know, I just can't control myself. I want you to know that you are mine, and no one can take you away."
The triplets looked at each other, their little heads full of questions, but none of them dared to make a sound and break the slightly awkward and tense atmosphere.
I don't know why these two ended up hugging and kissing each other after their fight.
You know, they've never seen their parents argue like this before.
The triplets were craning their necks to watch intently when they heard Zhou Jiuzhen's gaze sweep over them, and he gave an order, "You three, turn around!"
The triplets were intimidated by his imposing manner and quickly turned around.
Ling Huanwu's heart skipped a beat; she had a feeling that something bad was about to happen.
Sure enough, the next second, this guy with the missing hand actually picked her up with one hand and put her on the bed.
Outside the window.
The only sycamore tree in the camp was howling in the storm, and its leaves were falling all over the ground.
Inside the house, the woman was also making a lot of noise and trembling.
"Zhou Jiuzhen, stop right now! The children are still here, you..."
Before she could finish speaking, thinking Zhou Jiuzhen had gone mad, he flipped her over, silencing her with the blanket.
His calloused fingertips gently touched the fabric at her waist, his eyes holding a stubbornness she couldn't decipher.
"I just told the villagers at the training ground that I didn't have it."
His voice was low and a little hoarse, "We have to make this come true."
Before Ling Huanwu could react, the fabric at her waist was gently lifted a little, and the next second, a warm touch landed on that small mole.
She froze, her hands unconsciously clenching the sheets beneath her, her ear tips turning a deep red, almost bleeding.
"Zhou Jiuzhen...don't..." Her voice was so soft it was like a mosquito's buzz, but she didn't actually push him away.
When he looked up, there was a hint of a smile in his eyes. He gently brushed his fingertips across the skin and said earnestly, "That way, no one will be able to gossip if anyone asks in the future."
Ling Huanwu turned her face away, but she could feel him leaning down again.
The wind was still blowing outside the window, and the sycamore trees were all bent over.
The room was quiet, with only the occasional soft, ear-warming sound.
The triplets looked at each other, too afraid to move.
I wonder if the aunt behind me was beaten so badly by my uncle that she can't speak anymore.
It wasn't until a bowl of rice was placed in front of the three of them that they came to their senses. They realized they had food to eat and quickly grabbed the bowl to wolf it down.
Turning around again, she saw her aunt looking at the three of them with a loving expression. There was no trace of the sadness her mother had shown when she was beaten; instead, her face was flushed.
It was bright red, as vibrant as an apple.
*
The fourth day after the storm surge.
The wind had finally subsided a bit, but it was still whistling against the wall.
The villagers clutched the hems of their clothes, which were soaked and heavy from the rain, and huddled together, looking down the mountain.
The once scattered stone houses, threshing grounds, and docks have all been swallowed by the muddy seawater, leaving only an endless expanse of turbid waves slowly swaying under the leaden-gray sky.
Someone couldn't help but wipe their face, their fingers filled with cold, wet despair.
No one can say for sure how long it will take for the water to recede.
No one dared to think about how much food was left in the camp, or whether it would last until the floodwaters receded.
The large iron pot in the kitchen had just finished steaming, and the line of people waiting to get their food stretched along the rock wall. Each person had mud on the rim of their bowl, but they held onto it tightly, hoping that the hot noodles would warm their frozen bodies.
"Boom!"
A loud bang suddenly erupted from the southeast direction of the training ground.
Everyone turned around abruptly and saw that the roof of the building in the southeast corner of the training ground not far away had been blown open with a black hole.
A sudden gust of wind, carrying large raindrops, swept in, causing the people in the training field to stagger and fall.
The quilt that someone was holding was soaked by the rain and was dripping water heavily.
Even more regrettable is that the noodles, freshly served, were overturned, and the hot soup mixed with mud and sand splashed all over the ground, the rising steam being suppressed by the wind and rain in the blink of an eye.
Instantly, the training ground descended into chaos.
The villagers in line forgot about their empty bowls and crowded into the corner of the training ground that hadn't collapsed.
Just now, under the roof of the exploded building, many villagers were hit on the head and squatted on the ground, covering their heads and helplessly asking for help.
Someone was banging on the locked wooden door and yelling.
Some people were so anxious that they stomped their feet, instinctively wanting to rush out of the training ground that had broken through the roof to escape the storm.
But if they leave the training ground, they won't even be able to stand; they'll be swept away by the gust of wind and disappear without a trace.
"Don't panic, maintain order!"
Commissar Hao's shout pierced through the chaos, and several soldiers with guns on their shoulders immediately stepped forward, linking arms to block the crowd.
He glanced around with a grim face, then shouted to Wang, the guard behind him, "Xiao Wang, take two men with ladders, planks, and nails to plug the hole in the roof and stop the rain from getting in! Also, Lao Li, go and investigate the cause of the explosion, be careful!"
Not long after, Lao Li rushed back and reported to Political Commissar Hao in a low voice, "It was deliberate. Half a fuse was found in the corner, along with an empty explosive charge. The comrade on duty said that Qin Jinshen is missing. It is estimated that he took advantage of the chaos to carry out sabotage with the explosives and ran away along the path behind the mountain!"
"With such strong winds, how will they get across?"
These words were overheard by Zhou Jiuzhen, who had just heard the sound.
He clenched his right fist, turned and walked towards the shed where the rain boots were stored: "I'll go after him! We can't let him get away!"
"Stop right there!"
Ling Huanwu grabbed his arm, her eyes reddening. "With your hand injured like this, and the path down the mountain slippery and steep, you'll have trouble even running a few steps, let alone chasing someone! Let the political commissar send another comrade. If you impulsively go out now, you'll only cause trouble!"
She held onto Zhou Jiuzhen's wrist tightly and gestured towards Political Commissar Hao, "Look, the commissar didn't even ask you to go. Listen to me, focus on healing your injury first!"
Ling Huanwu really didn't want him to go out.
All she wanted to do was ensure that Zhou Jiuzhen would not repeat the mistakes of his previous life.
Zhou Jiuzhen stared at him intently, and his words caused the surrounding soldiers to gasp in shock.
"You don't want me to bring him back?"
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