ACT84: Cloudy

The first rain after the beginning of spring came unexpectedly, leaving behind the breath of the former lover, and turned into a resentful woman who had been alone for a long time, wrapped in the wind and thunder, and the catharsis was like pouring in, and there was still no intention of sunshine for three consecutive days.

Song Jiu opened the curtains, looked at the lead-colored canopy, and reluctantly lit the candles. I wanted to relax in bed on a rainy day, who would have thought that the dark clouds were still thick, and the light was tightly obscured, and the whole city seemed to be covered with a curtain, gray, and the sun was just right in the morning, but the sky seemed to be at dusk.

There are few people downstairs, this weather can not carry out outdoor operations, a few people who go out in the rain are reinforcing the greenhouse, there is a lot of rain on the tarpaulin roof, the greenhouse support is not afraid of loading, but the plastic tarpaulin looks a little overwhelmed, has torn several openings, is frantically pouring water. The seedlings are sown in the greenhouse, and this rainfall is obviously a bit exaggerated, and the personnel in charge of planting have to brave the rain to rush to work in order to prevent the seedlings from being damaged by foaming.

The team that went out to patrol also withdrew, the wind and rain were fierce, the mist rippled, and the walking corpses could walk in the rain unscrupulously, and the militia could not bear to stand the rain curtain all the time. Xiao Wei and Liu Yan persevered for two days, and finally Xiao Wei fell ill, and all the staff retreated to the roundabout and entered vacation mode in the room.

Song Jiu rubbed his eyes, opened the window a gap, and let the wind with moisture sweep in, dispersing the choking smoke in the room, and there was a parasol on the second floor of the bar diagonally opposite, Ming Junwei was sitting below, smoking with his left hand and drinking with his right hand, waving to greet him. Song Jiu smiled dumbly, quite helpless to this senior drunkard, from morning to night, as long as he has leisure, the basic wine bottle does not leave his hand, I really don't know where he got so much wine in the past three years, and how long does the shelf life of beer last?

While he was thinking wildly, there was a knock on the door outside.

Song Jiu stretched his waist, put on his pants and went over to open the door, and Meng Fan, who was wearing a thin nightdress, stood in front of the door, rubbing his arms vigorously.

"Warm me up." Mengfan was sleepy-eyed, his hair was unkempt, he ran into the room barefoot, and jumped on the bed and got into the bed without saying a word.

"Huh?" Song Jiu went out to take a look, and the corridor was empty.

"I want to change rooms, Guli grabbed the quilt and killed me cold!" Meng Fan curled up in a ball, only revealing a small head, looked at Song Jiu pitifully, and complained: "Or change the standard room to me and sleep in separate beds!" ”

Song Jiu chuckled, uncovered the quilt and got in, and said happily: "Aren't you two sleeping together on the riverbank?" ”

"It wasn't cold at that time!" Mengfan took advantage of the situation to ride on his body to keep warm, and complained: "It's raining in the past few days, and the room is also damp, I have added two quilts, but when I woke up from the cold, I covered one layer on people's bodies and pressed one layer below." ”

"Sleep with me." Song Jiu heard what she said interestingly, raised his hand to close the window, lit a cigarette and took a puff, and said, "I happen to have a big bed here, enough for you to roll." ”

"Don't, if you show it to others, you still think we have something to do with each other." Meng Fan pursed his lips, rubbed his head on Song Jiu's stomach, and said, "What about Luo Yu?" Why haven't you seen her in the past two days? ”

"She and Sister Jia are on KTV." Song Jiu yawned, rubbed Mengfan's smooth back, and said with a smile: "What do you say is the relationship between the two of us?" Still afraid of others watching? ”

"You are the wise and martial ninth brother, and you have to be worthy of a quiet girl like Effie, or you can help Luo Yu with your strength." Mengfan's sleepiness hadn't passed, and he began to stare after lying on his stomach for a while.

"Stop talking and sleep." Song Jiu saw that she was sleepy, so he didn't bother anymore, tucked the quilt corner for her, put on her clothes and left the room.

The hotel floor is dim, all closed the door to enjoy this rare leisure rainy day, outside the door heavy rain pouring, splashing water, the two sides of the diversion canal gurgling, fine gravel is washed out of the ditch, the water flow is agitated. There was smoke in the restaurant, Song Jiu smelled a strange smell, frowned and sniffed, but did not find the source of the taste, and his stomach rang in time, so he rushed to the restaurant in the pouring rain, planning to eat and drink with the chef Niangjia.

The kitchen was lit by fire, and the cook girl had her hair curled and was sitting by the sink washing the vegetable leaves, her face flushed in the light of the fire.

"What about Effie?" Song Jiu looked left and right and saw that the kitchen was empty, and there was only one cook, Jia Jia.

"In the house, I didn't let them come." Cook Niangjia looked up and smiled at him, and said, "Hungry? ”

"Sort of." Song Jiu walked into the operation room and sat opposite Chef Niangjia, and wondered: "Are you busy alone?" ”

"Those who have rations are too lazy to move, and they don't have to cook a big pot of rice today." Cook Niangjia shook off the water droplets on her hand, pushed the vegetable bowl in front of her in front of Song Jiu, and asked, "Didn't you work in the farmland before?" Help me see, what's going on? ”

"Huh?" Song Jiu didn't know what to do, picked up the vegetable basin and looked at it, and said strangely: "What's wrong?" ”

"Vegetable leaves, the vegetables harvested in the past few days have withered, are there insects?" Chef Jia picked up a rape leaf and held it up in front of Song Jiu's eyes, Song Jiu frowned and looked at it, indeed, the vegetable leaves that should have been green and tender became yellow and shriveled, and the leaves were spotted with scorched marks, which looked like they had deteriorated.

"I'll have to ask Yinuo about this, I don't understand." Song Jiu put down the vegetable leaves, and saw that the big pot of vegetables in Chef Niangjia's hand was like this, and he couldn't help but feel a little bad. Their current food source is vegetable greenhouses, and if they suffer from an insect plague, the 100 people will have to go hungry.

"Is that true for all dishes?" Song Jiu asked.

"Well, it was the same with yesterday's cabbage." The cook Jia Xiu frowned slightly, pointed to the kitchen pantry, and said, "There are still some potatoes and loofahs and other things left in it, but they can make do with it." You help me ask Yinuo to see what's going on. ”

"Okay, then you get busy first, I'll go." Song Jiu nodded and stole two steamed buns from the desk.

There are a lot of people in the bar, leisure and rainy days, some are bored in the room to rest, some come to the bar to have a drink or two, the usually deserted hall is sitting many people today, a few girls are teasing the yellow dog and the cat cub by the dance floor, seeing Song Jiu soaked and running in, hurriedly fetched him a dry towel.

"Have you seen Yinuo?" Song Jiu wiped his face, his eyes were stained with rain, and he was a little sour.

The girl who gave him the towel coughed a few times and said, "Yinuo and Sister Qian are both in the hospital, and many people have fallen ill in the past few days." ”

"Oh? Got a cold? Song Jiu was stunned for a moment, reached out and touched the girl's head, and said, "You can also go and take a look, see that you have a bad cough." ”

"It's okay, I choked on their cigarettes." The girl smiled at him, and went to the side with her friend in her arms.

Song Jiu ran to the balcony on the second floor, Ming Junwei was leaning back on a chair and snoring, and two empty bottles were squatting on the round table at hand, and peanut shells were scattered all over the ground. Song Jiu sighed helplessly, and was about to leave, but Ming Junwei woke up.

"Two sips?" Ming Junwei stretched his waist and shook the wine bottle in his hand.

"Don't drink anymore, I'm looking for something for you." Song Jiu went over and sat down, took out a steamed bun and handed him one, and chewed on the peanuts.

"What's wrong? Someone is sick again? "Ming Junwei has a lot of alcohol on his body, but his eyes are clear, and he doesn't look drunk at all.

"It's not clear...... Have you been getting sick a lot lately? Song Jiu raised his eyebrows, remembering the girl he had met downstairs just now, and said, "Catch a cold in the new season?" ”

"Maybe, I've had several asthmas in the past two days." Ming Junwei looked up at the gray sky, was silent for a while, and said, "There was also a heavy rain a few years ago, and there was also a flood. ”

"Here?"

"No, it's a wild mountain not far from here." Ming Junwei smiled and turned his head to look at Song Jiu: "What are you looking for me?" ”

"Oh yes, I almost forgot." Song Jiu swallowed the dry steamed bun with his neck, retold the things in the kitchen, and said, "Have you ever encountered this kind of problem before?" Sister Jia wonders if there are insects in the vegetable field? Or what? ”

Ming Junwei frowned and thought about it, got up and said, "I'll go and see, Yinuo is in the hospital, you go there to find her." ”

Hospitals, wards.

Seven or eight men and women were lying on the hospital bed, their faces were a little sallow, coughing for a while, and their breathing was very laborious. Doctor Yu was taking the temperature of a young man, Yinuo and Lu Qian brought warm water and were helping them take medicine one by one.

"Huh? Are you sick too? Lu Qian raised her eyes and saw Song Jiu, her brows furrowed.

"No, I'm looking for Yinuo. Eh, what about my sister? Song Jiu asked.

"Yaoyao and Luo Yu are helping to sort the clothes over there in the warehouse." Yinuo poured a glass of water for Song Jiu, his long hair was scattered, his eyes were a little tired, and he asked, "What are you looking for me?" ”

"Ask you something, is there a pest in the vegetable greenhouse?"

"Pests?" Yinuo looked at him blankly and shook his head: "No, right?" I've been sprayed with insecticide. ”

"Sister Jia said that there was something wrong with the dishes in the past few days, so let me ask you." Song Jiu is also a layman for farming, I don't know how to describe it, I gestured for a long time, and said: "Brother Ming has already gone to the kitchen, you come and take a look, I don't understand." ”

"Okay, I'll go with you." Yinuo's face became serious, the vegetable greenhouse is not big, but it is the foundation of the island's life, without this greenhouse, how can the hundred and ten people have vegetables and fruits to supplement. They also encountered some problems when they planted at the earliest, but while planting and groping, they exchanged a lot of books on greenhouse farming, and they also figured out the number of roads, and how to carry out it have a spectrum, and it stands to reason that there should be no mistakes.

The two were about to go out, but they heard a rush of noise, and when they looked back, Lu Qian helped a middle-aged man who was taking medicine with a red face, and was wheezing violently, Lu Qian was a little flustered, and Dr. Yu also hurried over, both of them were a little uncontrollable, the middle-aged man's eyes were wide open, and he was sweating profusely in an instant, looking as if he was trying to breathe air, and a blower seemed to be stuffed into his chest.

"Give oxygen." Doctor Yu turned around and gave an order, and several young assistants hurriedly rushed out of the ward to find a ventilator.

Song Jiu and Yinuo were also stunned, they wanted to help in the past but didn't know where to start, the middle-aged man's flushed face quickly turned pale, his lips were cyanotic, and he coughed violently while it seemed to be extremely difficult to breathe, and he coughed up a lot of phlegm like pink foam in his mouth. Both hands tightly grasped Song Jiu's arm on the side, like a drowning man grasping a life-saving straw, and his bulging eyeballs stared at several people. Doctor Yu ordered a few people to help him sit up and put his legs down, but the middle-aged man's breathing became more and more rapid, the whole breath was more and more breathing, and his body was stiff.

"Doctor Yu, what's wrong with him!" Lucy was at a loss, and the other patients in one ward were also panicked and surrounded them.

"Pulmonary edema." Doctor Yu's face was solemn, and before his words fell, the middle-aged man's struggle came to an abrupt end, and the hand holding Song Jiu's arm loosened and fell softly to the side.

Song Jiu's face changed suddenly, and he hurriedly went to probe the middle-aged man's snort, and Doctor Yu sighed, shook his head gloomily and left the crowd.

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