The fire burned so loudly that the whole sky turned red. With the howling of the mountain wind, the flames that kept spitting out came towards Wujiawa at the bottom of the mountain.

In the village, dogs bark and people shout one after another. Countless figures ran out of their rooms, almost all of them carrying a few packages. The younger ones were carrying boxes.

Tractors, tricycles, motorcycles, and electric vehicles converge into a stream of traffic on the street, but they are all crowded together because of the scramble.

Looking at the fire on the small green hill from afar, the people in the car were anxious, some quarreled, some scolded angrily, and some cried loudly. There are also many old people kneeling on the ground, praying to the sky, the chaotic and coaxy look, the absolute miniature version of the world.

But the fire did not slow down because of their quarrel and crying, nor did it be miraculously extinguished because of the old man's prayers, but still spread all the way down the mountain at a frightening speed.

The people who were originally involved in the firefighting were all forced to retreat to the bottom of the mountain at this time.

Looking at the noisy scene in the village, Mo Wenqing's face turned white with fright, and he hurriedly ordered the people from the police station to direct the traffic.

But these people were also confused, and with the crackling sound of the fire burning the trees, a few of them could direct traffic. If it weren't for the leaders here, it is estimated that they would have run faster than these villagers.

Xu Jianguo shouted loudly, trying to bring people back to their senses, but few people listened to him, except for those young people who ran out of the village, those who were old said that they would not leave.

Even if he wore out his mouth, the old men still knelt on the ground and prayed loudly.

Looking at the old people who were stubborn but full of despair, Lu Zhaoxing's face was full of bitterness, but he still ordered those policemen loudly, "Take it away, forcibly take everyone away!"

It's just the coercive behavior of the police, but it attracted the angry scolding of those old people: "Get out, this is someone who has angered God, we have to atone for our sins!"

When has this been, and there are still people who pay attention to feudal superstitions? Lu Zhaoxing's eyes were split, and he shouted loudly: "Take away, if you really don't leave, you will be stunned and then take away." ”

It's just that those old people are all seventy or eighty years old, such people, don't say that you start to knock out, I'm afraid that if you stretch out your finger and touch it, it is estimated that you will be half paralyzed.

In the face of such an old man, which policeman would dare to really take action? Even if they knew that Lu Zhaoxing's order was correct, how could they easily overcome the hurdle in their hearts?

Looking at the chaotic scene, even if Lu Zhaoxing was well-informed, he was a little helpless, and when he found Mo Wenqing's face pale, he knew that his old friend was desperate, so he hurriedly turned his head and shouted: "Lao Wang, take Secretary Mo away immediately!"

"No!" Mo Wenqing shook his arm suddenly, and he was stunned and threw Wang Deyou to a stumbling ground.

He turned his head and pointed at the old men, and shouted at the policemen: "What are you doing? I can walk and run, do you want me to interfere? Save them, save them!"

"Secretary Mo, these people don't want to go!" Wang Deyou's face was full of bitterness, and the despair in those eyes was even more serious than these two township leaders?

If nothing else, if Xue Xiaomeng is missing, the consequences are not something he can bear.

He thought that Xue Xiaomeng's promotion and transfer him to the first squadron was an opportunity for him, but he didn't expect it to become a big pit to bury him.

At this moment, he couldn't help but think of Wu Zheng, and couldn't help but have a bitter face full of bitterness: This guy is really a broom star! If it weren't for him, how would Xue Xiaomeng be missing?

"Mom, why hasn't Dad come down yet?" Liu Mengmeng's immature voice came, followed by Zhao Jingjing's hoarse voice: "Soon, he will come down!"

"Will it come down? But with such a big fire, Dad won't be burned to death......"

"Smack!" A crisp slap sounded, Wang Deyou turned his head to look, only to find Zhao Jingjing shouting with his head overhead: "No, he won't die!"

Liu Mengmeng's little face has several bright red finger prints, and it looks like she has been slapped at first glance.

This woman is crazy, how can she do it to such a small child?

"Woo......" But just when he wanted to scold angrily, he found that Zhao Jingjing slammed Liu Mengmeng, and then cried loudly: "He won't die, he won't die!"

"Won't you die?" Wang Deyou sighed, looking at the fire that was less than 100 meters away from Wu Jiawa, and couldn't help but shake his head: "Such a big fire, if Wu Zheng is not dead, then there must be a miracle? What age is this, so what miracle happened?"

The more he thought about it, the more pessimistic he became, he looked at the policemen who picked up the old man and ran away, and then looked at Mo Wenqing and the others who were forced to evacuate by car, and hurriedly ran to Zhao Jingjing's side, shouting: "Let's go? If you don't leave, you won't be able to leave." ”

It's just that Zhao Jingjing didn't seem to hear his voice, she still hugged Liu Mengmeng tightly, and turned her head to look at the burning Xiaoqingshan.

Liu Mengmeng is such a young child, it stands to reason that such a big fire has long been frightened. What's more, he was beaten by Zhao Jingjing just now, if it was an ordinary child, he would have been crying all day long.

What shocked him was that Liu Mengmeng not only did not cry, but hugged Zhao Jingjing's neck and shouted: "Mom, don't be afraid, Dad won't die, he promised Mengmeng that he would come back." ”

"Hehe!" Although she was very touched by this little girl's sensibility, but such naïve words still made Wang Deyou shake his head: "What a child, it's all at this time, and you still think that Wu Zheng can come back?"

"Huh?" Just when he bent down and wanted to pull Zhao Jingjing up, Liu Mengmeng suddenly let out an exclamation, and then raised his little face hard, and stretched out his little hand, as if he was feeling something.

Seeing that the fire was getting closer and closer, he felt hot all over, Wang Deyou couldn't wait any longer, and hurriedly shouted: "Don't be stupid, hurry up!"

"It's raining!" Liu Mengmeng suddenly shouted, then raised her little hand in front of Zhao Jingjing and shouted, "Mom, look, it's raining!"

"What?" Wang Deyou was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly raised his head.

A hint of coolness came from his face, and then he saw a flash of lightning in the air, and then there was a deafening thunderclap from the doctor: "Boom...... Click!"

With the sound of a thunderclap, he found that the clouds in the sky seemed to have been cut with a knife, and with a white light that almost blinded the eyes, countless raindrops fell from the sky.

Although the fire was fierce, although there was still the scorching heat of the flames on his body, although the rain was warm, the feeling that fell on his face still made him surprised and delighted: "It's raining, it's raining!"

His voice was like a thunderbolt in the sky, and immediately all the people who were stunned by the rain woke up from the shock.

People looked up at the sky and couldn't believe their eyes.

It's the eighth month of the lunar calendar, not June, how can it be such a rainstorm?

"It's really raining!" Feeling the water droplets that kept rolling down his face, and the popping sound when water and fire met in the distance, Mo Wenqing shook his head, and finally broke free from that desperate emotion.

He looked up at the sky, looked at the pouring rain that fell from the sky, couldn't help but stretch out his hands, laughed and shouted: "It's raining, it's raining, Wu Jiawa is saved!"

His voice sounded, and immediately infected the people nearby, and they all jumped up: "It's raining, don't run, I'll be saved!"