The Anning Meteorological Bureau was destroyed, except for the colleagues who were on duty at night at the time of the explosion and Fang Tianyu, who arrived at work in advance, the rest of the meteorological bureau employees were still there.

They also gather in factories to carry out work within the scope of their professional competence.

"How?"

"Great, the control of the meteorological satellite has been taken over by the imperial capital, and there is no impact."

Hearing this, everyone looked at the staff nervously, expecting him to give good news.

“...... The first round of rain is expected to weaken at noon today. ”

There are a lot of professional narrations in front of the staff, many people don't understand and don't care too much, they just want to hear the results.

Still in the results, that's good news!

Sure enough, it was close to noon, and although the storm was still there, the rain was gradually weakening.

By midday, the rain had stopped completely, but the storm was even more raging.

The tents outside the city were difficult to support, but the mudslide was not over yet, and Lin Xi did not dare to send the villagers home.

Junyi and the official helicopter also came in handy at this time, although it was very risky, but there was no other way.

The villagers from outside the city could only be brought into the city one after another, and the residents of Jun's factory all went home after the rain stopped, just to give up the place to the villagers who came in from outside the city.

It happened that Fang Yishen also went down the mountain, bringing a lot of food and supplies, and there were many tough guys with injuries on their bodies, which were also properly dealt with at this time.

After turning around, Fang Yishen's mood finally improved a little.

Looking at the ruins of the observatory that had not been washed away by the heavy rain, Fang Yishen tightened his fingers, and the anger in his heart once again exploded to the extreme.

She cleaned up the bodies of the few people who were guarding Fang Tianyu, connected their stumps that had been left behind, and bowed deeply to them respectfully.

Fang Yiming stepped forward, stood beside his sister, also bowed 90 degrees, and bowed deeply to them.

"Brother, I'm not reconciled and unhappy."

Fang Yishen didn't look back, but he also knew who the people around him were.

Fang Yiming listened to his sister's words, and he was also unwilling in his heart.

The children of the Fang family, their blood is boiling from the bones, but their blood has been suppressed for long enough.

"It's all up to you."

Fang Yishen turned his head and looked at his brother, his heart was hot, and his nose was sour. Holding back the sadness, he let go of his clenched hands and smiled sweetly at him.

"Brother, you go and rest, and I'll take care of the rest."

"Okay."

Fang Yiming knew that in many ways, his sister was much better than him. A few days ago, he secretly acted with his father, which already made her unhappy.

Now, in order not to make her angry again, she can only be obedient and eat and sleep well.

Fang Yishen asked all the rescuers to recuperate, after all, at this time, there was no foreign aid, and they alone could not hold on for long.

Therefore, this afternoon, the peace after the rain was quiet, leaving only the howl of the wind, like the taunts of the enemy.

At the turn of autumn and winter, the original birch forest is still as orange and red as the sunset. At this moment, there is not even a single dead leaf left in the entire birch forest.

Even if there are dead branches, they can't completely hide the hare jumping on the ground.

Whether it is a hare exposed to the outside or a mouse hiding in the ground, they are all unusually uncalm at this time.

In a dilapidated courtyard somewhere in the city of tranquility, it is rare that there is no sign of major flooding.

The wooden gate of the courtyard is covered with spider webs. It makes a creaking sound that is particularly unpleasant on a quiet afternoon.

The yard is full of withered yellow weeds, which shows that no one has lived in it for many years.

There are three houses in the courtyard, and one of the upper rooms is locked, a very ordinary kind of lock, full of traces of time.