Song Qingyun and Mu Qingao held hands and came to a new world.

"This is where I lived when I was a kid." Song Qingyun happily pointed to a mud and straw house not far away and said, her favorite red dress was still drying in the yard.

"My home, I haven't been here in a long time." Standing at the gate of the courtyard, Song Qingyun timidly looked at the home close at hand.

Her house is the most dilapidated in the village, and many families have built new houses early, but her house is still a low mud and straw house because her father has no money to renovate it.

Just as she was reminiscing, Song Qingyun was suddenly frightened by the little girl who ran out of the house, she took two steps back in a panic, and fell into Mu Qingao's arms to stabilize her footing.

"That's me!" Song Qingyun pointed to the little girl with the bow in surprise and said excitedly.

Mu Qingao pursed her lips and stared at the eleven or twelve-year-old girl in front of her with wide eyes, her skin was fair, and her eyes were very beautiful, which ...... This is his lady?

He still saw the same look as a lady in the eyes of the little girl, and he was very excited.

"She can't see us."

"Yes!" If he could see it, Song Qingyun would like to say hello to his childhood self.

"Hi, I'm growing up with you, it's nice to see you again!"

The little girl squatted on the ground and poked the ants with small twigs for a while, and then brought a small bench and sat at the door, holding her hands on her cheeks in a daze.

The river in front of his house shone golden in the reflection of the setting sun, and Song Qingyun suddenly found that the river seemed to have risen a lot.

"Qingao!" She grabbed Mu Qingao's shirt in horror.

"If I'm not mistaken, there's going to be a torrential rain tonight, and there's a mudslide on it that will wash the reservoir away."

In order to confirm whether there was any deviation in her memory, Song Qingyun took him to a reservoir seven or eight kilometers away from home.

Sure enough, the reservoir was leaking, and they must have been informed that there would be heavy rain tonight, so they decided to drain the water on the spot.

At this time, it was already dark, the inky black sky was overcast, lightning pierced the sky from time to time in the distance, and a heavy rain was gathering momentum, bringing a disaster to the world.

"What to do? How do I tell her to run away? ”

There was no light in the house, and the little girl curled up on the kang, staring at the lightning and deafening thunder that swept through the window with her big frightened eyes.

"What about your father?" Mu Qingao asked in surprise.

yes, where did my father go? It's so late, why is she home alone?

Song Qingyun can't remember what his father did when he was a child, he only remembers that he was on duty outside every once in a while, and he would take her with him when he was on duty, but why didn't he go home this time?

"Daddy!" The little girl on the kang muttered and jumped down to the ground and pulled out her little rain boots and raincoat.

"It's dangerous out there!" Song Qingyun stopped in front of her and didn't let her go, but watched the little girl pass through her body.

She tried her best to open the door, and the cold rain hit her face with pain, and the little girl hesitated for a moment, but soon she rushed firmly into the wind and rain, and ran towards the village.

Song Qingyun hurriedly followed, the little girl fell in the muddy water and didn't know how many times, and came to a house soaking wet, she knocked on the door hard, and a middle-aged man came out of it, saw the little girl, and hurriedly took her in.

Song Qingyun completely forgot this memory, and she didn't even know what to call that middle-aged man.

The little girl craned her neck and said to the man, "My dad hasn't come home yet, can I stay here tonight?" ”

Live in his house? Why? Song Qingyun was confused, and when she saw the middle-aged man nodding, she followed the little girl and entered a room in the middle.

The room was small, with a basket of freshly picked potatoes against the wall, which still smelled of earth. The little girl took off her raincoat and rain boots, wrung out the water from her soaked coat, put it on a shelf to the side, and got under a torn blanket herself.

Mu Qingao looked at Qingyun suspiciously, and she also shook her head, "I don't remember that I have been to this family, and I don't know who he is." ”

Do you have amnesia? Song Qingyun and Mu Qingao returned to the little girl's house and found that her father had not returned. At this time, the wind and rain were more violent, and the river at the gate was turbulent, and the naked eye could already see the trees and collapsed houses washed down from the upstream.

At this time, her house was already flooded, Song Qingyun ran to the corner of the house and picked up a photo from the water, on which was her father holding her, she was only four or five years old, smiling very happily.

"Qingyun, how can you pick up something?"

Yes, they are souls, how can they pick up heavy photos? The only explanation is that the photo no longer exists, and what I got was just an image of the photo.

"I forgot, what should I do? I forgot everything. ”

Song Qingyun cried and threw herself into Mu Qingao's arms, when she was in the orphanage, she could only think of her father running in the sunset, and the scene of her father being submerged by the flood, and the other pictures were automatically blocked by her, and she could never find them again.

It turned out that she had experienced these nightmares, it turned out that she was often alone waiting for her father to come back, it turned out that she had to walk through the dark woods to spend the night at someone else's house.

Little people, they must be aggrieved and frightened in their hearts, where is the father who loves her?

It rained heavily all night, and Song Qingyun and Mu Qingao sat on the kang with the little girl all night.

When the sky was bright, the little girl had just dozed off and was about to fall asleep, when there was a violent knock on the door outside.

"Xiaoyun, hurry up, it's flooding, let's get out of here quickly."

The little girl quickly put on her raincoat and rain boots, opened the door and asked in a panic, "Is my dad back?"

"Your house has been washed away by water, and I don't know if your father has come back."

"Huh?" The little girl's tears flowed out instantly, she looked around in fear, and for a moment, Song Qingyun felt that she looked at her for a few seconds.

"Uncle, will my dad be okay?"

"Xiaoyun, the reservoir above has burst, your father is working in the reservoir, he should have retreated in advance."

Yes?

"Boom" Song Qingyun's head seemed to explode, her father worked in the reservoir, wouldn't that ......

As the little girl went out, they found that the house was the highest in the village, and behind it was a hill, and everyone had moved to the hillside, and below it was already a vast ocean, and everything was covered by floodwater.

At this moment, Song Qingyun's body trembled, and she saw her father floating in the water with her childhood self.

"Daddy!" The little girl screamed heart-rending at the raging flood.

The middle-aged man who hugged her tightly choked up and said, "Xiaoyun, you can't go, you'll die if you go." ”

"Daddy!"

In the flood, Song Qingyun desperately tried to catch his father who had drowned, his face was pale, his eyes were closed, and his arms were bent, he was afraid that he had held a stake or something else to save his life before his death.

"Light clouds!" Mu Qingao hugged her tightly, "This is a dream, it's not real!" ”