"The following is the news from the meteorological observatory that the first typhoon 'Hyacinth' of this year has approached our city. Xin Mao reminds all friends who are still at work to pay attention to safety and reduce going out. If you really need to go out on a typhoon day, remember to prepare for wind and rain, try to choose a raincoat, take less umbrellas, and work is important ...... life."

Let's take a look at a report about life. At around 12 o'clock last night, a car accident occurred at the intersection of Fengsan Road and Fifth Avenue, and a woman died on the spot. According to the driver's oral account and the footage of roadside surveillance, the woman was in a somewhat unstable mental state at that time, rushed into the road, and died on the spot after colliding with the car...... Experts said the deceased was suspected of having a mental illness. ”

"Just now, a startling scene was staged on Fengsan Road Pedestrian Street. A 3-year-old child fell from the balcony on the third floor, but fortunately in the process of landing, he was caught by a well-wisher who had been prepared. Now let's connect with the reporters in front of us......"

After breakfast, I habitually waited for the three crunch sounds.

Open the door and let the wind and rain blow in.

In the small shop, the calm is still the same, as if a slightly offset string has been straightened, and everything is back to normal.

The sky is dark, and the long-brewing typhoon is finally showing some grandeur. It was still daytime, and the street lamps in front of the shop were already lit, and the soft light dispersed the wind and rain around them. On the originally bustling streets, there are no people in sight at this moment.

Schools have been suspended, units have been closed, and even roadside shops have closed early.

People who rarely rest, either invite friends to drink and gather at home, or in this stormy darkness, nest at home and sleep beautifully. The human side of this street seems to be completely quiet at this moment.

Silence is sometimes not simply quiet, but simply a feeling.

A feeling of stillness.

Lazy, listening to the wind, listening to the rain, very regular.

Watch the lights flicker and listen to the wind and rain.

With an umbrella, Xiaowu stepped out of the store. The noisy wind and rain around her seemed to be erased as they approached her, and the sky-blue umbrella covered her with a rainless space in the gloomy environment.

Gently closing the door, she looked at the time as it was about to close, and the time for school was approaching......

Xiaowu slowly stepped out of the street where the fragrance of flowers had dispersed, and behind her, the door was only slightly closed. Through the crack in the door, a glimmer of light flowed, which spread far away in the wind and rain.

It's Monday, and Xiaowu hasn't seen her in a week.

............

When Xiaowu returned to the street again, it was nine o'clock in the evening.

The beige dress was still as clean as new, cyan, embroidered with a moon-season umbrella, not stained with a little water. Everything has not changed from when she left, only a walnut-sized seed in her hand, which looks a little special, white, with a faint fluorescence, like the most beautiful mutton fat jade.

Two days ago, someone needed the fruit of the 'March Immortal Tree', which can heal demonic failure, and the leaves of the 'Sungan Tree', which can improve the stable form of transformation. And all it can give is this seed, which can soothe the sleeping thunderbolt, the 'hazy' seed.

Although the value of the three is about the same, Xiaowu, who exchanged two for one, felt very satisfied. In addition to soothing the mike, 'Hazy' can also put the youkai into a deep sleep, and open the god form in this deep sleep. But the god form and the like are useless for a big monster like Xiaowu.

For some reason, when she learned that the other party had the 'Hazy' seed, Xiaowu wanted to get it, even if it was a little more expensive...... Through Lan Xin's witness, the two had just made a deal.

......

The typhoon has come, and under the flickering street lamps, you can see the green trees on both sides of the street being blown and dancing wildly, and there are fierce gusts of wind and rain, and from time to time there are broken branches and broken trees.

There is only a little remnant of the original lush leaves, and it is a little ugly to be bare.

Approaching the door, Xiaowu stopped.

Under the flickering street lamp, a vague figure curled up in a ball, crouching in front of the small shop.

Behind her, a faint glimmer of light was so blinding.

"It's a typhoon day! Why are you here?...... It's dangerous!"

With her, Xiaowu and she have never changed themselves, nor have they asked each other questions, Xiaowu once said her name, so this little girl wrote it down and kept calling her Xiaowu. And she never said her name, so Xiaowu didn't know her name yet...... Quiet to get along, quiet to talk, but at this time...... Xiaowu's tone was slightly questioning!

The figure in front of him was small, wearing a black jacket, burying his head in his lap, and the pale school uniform inside was already soaked. The long, silky hair hung wet behind him, and a few residual leaves stuck to it, and soon it was blown away by the strong wind, leaving only the residual rain.

"Ahem, ahem, but, but、...... Can we be together?" Hearing a familiar and somewhat unfamiliar voice, the little girl slowly raised her head, her delicate voice trembling. It was only then that Xiaowu saw that her eyes were always so quiet and bloodshot and oozing red.

His pale cheeks were stained red, and he was no longer quiet.

The corners of her mouth cracked, drawing an eerie arc.

——— her, laughing!

Seeing that Xiaowu hadn't opened her mouth yet, she panicked and held the scarlet narcissus that had been in her arms and had bloomed in front of Xiaowu, looked at her with that weird smile, looked at her with infinite anticipation, and asked tremblingly, "But, okay...... Together?"

Her delicate voice was so sexy, and the face that had no characteristics other than silence was so beautiful, like the blood narcissus swaying in the wind in her hand. The dark leaves sway, the crimson hangs down, falling into the red earth, the dazzling beauty, the poignant beauty.

"As I said, the flowers are blooming, and you have to laugh. ”

Her smile had stiffened, and she couldn't feel her smile anymore.

Raising his hand, he pinched his cheek, and forcibly pulled out an even more mysterious smile on his face: "Is it okay, together?"

"Yes, yes. ”

Taking the plate of blood-stained daffodils, Xiaowu gently hugged the girl into her arms.

"Welcome...... Go home. ”

At the moment when Xiaowu admitted, the little girl glanced into the distance with infinite affection, and after retracting her gaze, she herself pushed open the door that shimmered with a glimmer of light, the door that never closed.

The moment she stepped into the house, she fell into Xiaowu's arms......

——— didn't enter the door, maybe it was just because he hadn't been recognized by Xiaowu yet, and he wasn't at home behind him.

Why come here?

She didn't know it herself.

However, she is not very smart, and she can't think of any other places to go.

The original home was completely gone, and all that was left was that eerie smile.