"Hmm... The skull hurts......"

An Qing covered her head and sat up, opened her eyes, looked at the desolate scene around her, and recalled all kinds of things in her mind.

Is the porcelain doll gone?

An Qing thought about it before she fell unconscious, as if she had heard the voice of the porcelain doll.

Forget it, no matter.

Now, let's go back first.

An Qing thought about it, and walked out of the deep pit, looking at the large depression in front of her, she couldn't help but feel a little distracted. How did this happen......

"What time is it now?"

Rubbing her eyes, An Qing looked at the warm sun that was gradually fading in the sky, and she didn't know why, she had a bad premonition in her heart. I moved my body a few times, as if I had been asleep for a long time and then woke up, with an inexplicable sense of comfort.

Ignoring the strange pit, the noisy swarm of Modo insects all disappeared, and An Qing jumped up the tree and ran down the mountain.

A moment later, a one-man tall bush shook a few times, and An Qing walked out of it, slapping off the branches and leaves on her clothes.

Walking in front of the stone tablet in front of him, An Qing bent down and exhaled, blowing away the dust covered on it, staring at the bright red fonts with his eyes, and muttered in a low voice: "Wunian Mountain... Why do I feel that this color is so much brighter......"

"By the way, the seven-colored flowers picked by the porcelain doll seem to be all gone......"

always felt that the current situation was very strange, and there was a very bad premonition in her heart, An Qing couldn't help but feel a little depressed, and hurriedly ran towards the exit, wanting to return home quickly.

The figure swept across the field and strode to the front of the familiar wooden house, An Qing showed a smile and shouted, "Dad!"

Both hands stepped forward and pushed open the wooden door directly, An Qing walked in, and began to search back and forth in several rooms, but there was no trace of An He, everything was as if he went out early this morning.

"Daddy?"

There was no answer.

The father did not return.

An Qing frowned, walked out of the door, stared at the sun that had been buried behind the mountain, and walked towards the village with doubts, stepping over the field, and walking through the muddy path.

The original lively scene did not appear, the surroundings were very quiet, but there was no figure in those neatly arranged wooden houses, there was not the slightest noise, only the unknown insects played their own long melodies in a low voice, lingering in the ears.

It's like a small square box in a no-man's land.

Eerie and depressing.

An Qing walked through it, searched around each room, but still didn't see half a figure, and was about to leave, but suddenly heard a sound, like the sound of something falling, so he immediately ran over.

"An Qing?"

It was an unkempt middle-aged man who climbed up from under a wooden board on the ground in a wooden house, and the sound was made by the falling of the lifted wooden board, and he was holding a bulging sack in his arms, looking at An Qing with some surprise.

"Uncle Yao, what are you doing in the kiln?"

An Qing looked at the man in front of him and asked, not understanding why Yao Huo was like this at this time, as if he had just fallen into the water, his whole body was wet, his hair was all hanging down and covering his head, and he was constantly dripping water down, looking so embarrassed.

Yao Huo climbed up with his hands propped on the floor, then ran out with the heavy sack in his arms, and hurriedly said to An Qing: "Go, hurry up and help, the river is starting to rise!"

"It's high tide?"

"Yes!"

Yao Huo nodded in response, and then hurriedly ran.

An Qing looked at Yao Huo's back as he walked away, and hurriedly followed behind to catch up.

And they ran and went on at a great speed, through the wide avenue, into the little woods which had to be crossed to reach the great river.

"Boom—"

The sky was covered with dark clouds, and they were pressed there heavily, and there was a constant wind blowing, blowing off all the branches and leaves, and then flying wildly, and the dust on the ground was all swept up, and the whole field of vision was gray and heavy.

"Stacked dams, stacked dams......"

Yao Huo hugged the cloth sack, said anxiously while running, his eyes were full of panic, and he whispered: "Son, wait for Dad, Dad is coming......"

The rumbling sound echoed through the forest, and even before reaching the river, one could already imagine what it was like.

An Qing's eyes were also full of worry, and the uneasy feeling in her heart became even stronger, as if she had a palm pinching her throat, making her feel a little breathless.

The only thought in my heart was to hurry through the woods and get to my father.

"Phew—"

An Qing's chest rose and fell, and she took a few big breaths, regulating the chaotic breath in her body, and then clenched her silver teeth and continued to move forward against the surging wind in front of her.

......

Rivers.

"Hold on, don't leave your post, if you can't bear it, you will resist Lao Tzu!"

Yao Shui picked up a large disc-like stone, threw it onto the high wall made of stones, and after shouting, he hurriedly leaned in with his body to stabilize the stones that began to shake.

"Yes!"

The crowd immediately responded, and the faces of the men and boys were full of determination, and they kept holding on, using their bodies to stabilize the shaking "stone wall".

On the edge of the great river, people lined up.

A few men kept carrying the stones, and then threw them on top of the stone wall by the river, and then shouted for everyone to hold on.

The water that poured out from between the cracks in the stones soaked everyone's clothes, shaking the stone wall continuously, and the crowd lined up one after another against the stone wall, forming a long "human wall".

In this way, it resists the impact of the raging river and protects the stone wall from being washed away by the rushing river.

The boys' bodies were slapped against them by the cold river, and they were constantly shivering with cold, but they were still resolutely there, their eyes were firm, and there was no trace of timidity.

The men couldn't help but smile when they looked at the unyielding look on their child's face.