Chapter 52 He Comes from the Rain
A gust of wind blew by, and there was a loud bang.
"ah!!!"
Qin Fei was shocked.
Song Shuyan was also trembling.
"Shuyan, where did it collapse?"
Song Shuyan tried to find the joy in the midst of misery. Fortunately, it wasn't the house they lived in that collapsed.
When she opened the door, she saw that the collapsed room was one of the rooms where the male educated youth lived!
She felt a chill down her spine, her scalp tingling, and she had an urge to go out in the rain.
She is afraid.
They were afraid that the next moment, their house would collapse.
She looked at the pouring rain, wiped away her tears, and her eyes became firm.
"Qin Fei, come out! We have to stand at the door and be ready to run away at any time!"
"But if you stand at the door, you'll get wet in the rain." Qin Fei sat on the edge of the bare bed, frowning.
Song Shuyan frowned and was about to say something when he saw two green figures as tall as pine trees walking towards him in a hurry and moving as fast as the wind.
The sound of steady footsteps came closer from afar.
Song Shuyan looked at his wet short hair, water droplets sliding across his sexy Adam's apple. He was wearing a simple raincoat, with most of his clothes wet, and walked towards her with firm steps.
She couldn't help but feel happy, all her fears disappeared, the corners of her lips curved, and her heart felt like a deer, running around in panic.
"Why are you here?"
She asked when someone came up to her.
"Who is it?" Qin Fei heard footsteps and walked out to see.
Zhou Jingshen looked at her and said concisely, "We are on a mission."
After saying that, he took off his raincoat and handed it to her, "Put it on."
Then he squatted down and said, "Hurry up! Put on your clothes and I'll carry you out!"
Chen Feng followed suit and gave his raincoat to Qin Fei.
Urged by him, Song Shuyan guessed that he came here to participate in the rescue. Afraid of delaying his next journey, he quickly put on a raincoat and lay on his back.
Two small white hands wrapped around his neck, "Alright."
Qin Fei: "..." He glanced at the accumulated water and then at Chen Feng who was standing upright.
"Aren't you going to carry me?"
Chen Feng said frankly, "You are not injured."
The implication is that she can go on her own.
Qin Fei: "Shuyan wasn't injured either."
What can Chen Feng say?
Could he just say directly that their captain had taken a fancy to Song Zhiqing?
He didn't want to waste time talking, so he sighed and squatted in front of Qin Fei, "Come up."
Something soft pressed against his back, and he stiffened. He calmed himself, took a few steps, and teased, "I'm carrying you, you won't rely on me, right?"
Qin Fei hit him with a hammer, "Don't worry, I won't repay kindness with enmity!"
Chen Feng: "..." After thinking about it, if she relies on him, it wouldn't be considered as repaying kindness with enmity, right?
In front, Zhou Jingshen was carrying Song Shuyan steadily on his back.
Neither of them spoke.
Song Shuyan noticed that the heavy rain did not wash away the redness on his ears.
She raised a small, jade-white hand and pinched his ear for some unknown reason. His steps stumbled for a moment, and he whispered a warning to her, "Don't move!"
Song Shuyan's ears felt hot, and his back also became hot, and his face was red. In such heavy rain, his broad and strong back was warm. When he walked, his body collided with each other, and the muscles on his back were hard and prickly.
Zhou Jingshen carried her all the way to the ancestral hall.
The ancestral hall is very large, with brick houses one after another, rolling up and down. There is a large patio in the main hall, and the rain falls densely into the patio like a faucet that cannot be turned off.
Looking at the house from the outside, it is not made of blue bricks, but a heavy light ink color.
Walking under the eaves, Zhou Jingshen put Song Shuyan down.
Someone came out of the main room, saw the two of them, and asked in surprise, "Is Song Zhiqing's foot injured?"
Song Shuyan looked up at Zhou Jingshen. Was she going to pretend to be lame?
Zhou Jingshen stretched out his hand, "Raincoat."
"Oh oh!" Song Shuyan took off his raincoat in a hurry, put it on, and walked hurriedly into the wind and rain.
Chen Feng also arrived with Qin Fei on his back. Qin Fei took off his raincoat and returned it to him. Chen Feng hurriedly chased after him, "Captain, wait for me!"
The villager who asked the question looked at the two female educated youth carefully and saw that their feet were not injured.
Could it be that the two of them were too spoiled and didn't want to walk, so they insisted that the soldier carry them over?
Feeling that he had discovered the truth, he hurried back to the house and told the villagers who lived with him about the gossip.
Song Shuyan walked into the main room and looked around, feeling confused. There was a wooden door open on the left, and there was also a similar wooden door on the right. Which way should he go?
Looking inside, the first thing that catches your eye on both sides is a stove.
Someone was lighting a fire in front of the stove.
Meeting her gaze, the woman who was tending the fire kindly reminded her without her having to ask, "You female educated youth, live on the left. Go straight in, it's the fourth room."
"Thank you!" Song Shuyan looked grateful.
Then he pulled Qin Fei to the left.
Every house we passed was full of people, and all kinds of luggage were piled on the ground in a mess.
Some people were sighing and some were crying.
"well……"
"It's gone, it's gone, my house!"
"My chicken was about to lay an egg, but it was blown away by the wind!"
"My bed board hasn't been moved in yet. No! I have to go back and move it."
"Don't go, it's raining so hard now!"
Song Shuyan thought, do we need to move the bed boards from the Youth League Home here as well?
When they arrived at the fourth room, Chunmei and Helan were packing their luggage inside without closing the door.
There was a bed placed horizontally and vertically in the room. Chunmei took a handful of half-dry straw and was sweeping the bed.
Song Shuyan walked in and frowned at the dust on the bed.
Chunmei swept the dust, but it was still dusty. She thought for a moment, found her luggage, and pulled out a piece of clothing she wore often to use as a rag.
She took the clothes and went out, intending to wet them with rainwater and wipe the bed.
An older woman looked at her in confusion, "Song Zhiqing, what are you doing? Washing clothes with rainwater?"
"I want to wipe the bed."
After hearing this, the old lady looked at the clothes in her hands and asked uncertainly, "Use this to wipe the bed?"
Song Shuyan was stunned for a moment and frowned, "Is there any problem?"
The old lady snatched the clothes and unfolded them, then slapped her thigh and said, "Oh, what a nice piece of clothing! The material is so new and clean! How can you use it to clean the bed?"
She rolled her eyes and said, "Song Zhiqing, how about this? I'll trade you some scraps of cloth for this dress!"
"You're using it as a rag anyway."
Song Shuyan nodded blankly, "Sure."
The old lady was overjoyed and couldn't let go of the clothes. "I'll go back and find some scraps of cloth for you!"
This dress can be altered so it can be worn by my granddaughter!
The scraps of cloth that the old lady gave me were really very shredded.
Song Shuyan sighed as he wiped the bed. It wasn't working well.
She gave half of the scraps of cloth to Qin Fei, and the two of them worked together for more than half an hour to clean the bed.
"Do you want to wipe it?" she asked Chunmei holding a piece of cloth.
Chunmei looked at the bed boards that they had polished to a shine, and then looked at her own bed boards which were dusty.
After a moment of silence, he took the rag.
Since I'm free anyway, I might as well wipe it.
Qin Fei stuffed the rags in his hand to Helan, "Don't just watch Chunmei work! Go and help!"
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