The rumbling of thunder and lightning was incessant, and the murmuring of prayers was intermittent...... The 7749th bell on the bell tower of Jianfu Temple in the southwest of Anrenfang in the clouds was drowned in the sound of thunderstorms, but the deafening sound of Shenwu was mixed in the sound of rain and refused to dissipate for a long time, as if the apocalypse......

Shaoyi closed his eyes and listened, separated by two or three streets and alleys, but he seemed to be in the temple.

At this time, it must be the monks solemnly surrounding the dojo, under the guidance of the immortals who were dusted by Master Qinghyun, regardless of the mud and wetness of the stone field, kowtowing and praying in the rainy square at the entrance of the city, and the young man seemed to be experiencing this scene himself.

"Click!" A rolling thunder and a lightning flash! It seemed to explode the heavenly river, and a torrential rain began to fall.

The big trees are dancing in the wind, the roofs seem to be white tents, the eaves are flowing like waterfalls, the water in the courtyard is swirling, and the raging wind is lifting a wall of water more than one meter high......

"What a momentum!" Shaoyi, who had just come to the clouds, couldn't help but applaud when he saw this scene.

"Ahem—"

The middle-aged soldier on the only two-story tea house in the back street glanced at Shaoyi, who was obsessed with the heavy rain in front of the street shop, with the corner of his eye, pretending not to care at all, taking a sip of authentic Lingnan rock tea, and leaning on the chair as if he was sleeping.

The young soldier glanced at the middle-aged man, who was tall and burly, bearded, and always drowsy, but who seemed to have not delayed anything. He has been doing this kind of errand for three years, and he learned that this time the "master" is just two hairy children who add up to just over twenty, and he really looks like he has nothing to do in the world.

"Isn't he really a fool?" the young soldier asked the napping middle-aged soldier.

"Oh, don't take it lightly, this kid, I don't know if it's a blessing, I heard that the general is going to marry his daughter to him? The middle-aged soldier said nonchalantly.

"You know that, it's really true?!" the young soldier stuck out his tongue and retracted his neck as he was looking out the window. He had just taken over the job, and he still had many questions in his heart.

At this time, with the fierce heavy rain, the puddles in the alley have gathered into a small river, and then surging into a turbulent river.

The water rushed straight into the ditch along the street, forming a whirlpool of whirlpools, rushing into the ditch of the key bridge, rushing straight through the hole of the key bridge, rushing straight to the outskirts.

A little baby broke free from the old carpenter's hand, and he threw himself at a whirling bamboo basket despite the heavy rain. The chicks in the bamboo basket were chirping as the basket was turbulent in the whirlpool.

The old carpenter exclaimed, and the oil-paper umbrella was thrown on the ground. He grabbed the baby, but his feet slipped and he fell into the ditch where water was stored on the side of the road. The grandfather and grandson swerved down with the turbulence, rushing out of the alley and heading straight for the Key Bridge.

At this time, the water rose very violently, and it was almost as high as the bridge. The rapid waves crashed against the bridge, booming and shaking, and the water splash was smashed into mist.

Shaoyi took advantage of the busy cooking dinner of Gugu, threw off the silver fir wood, picked up the nearest bamboo pole, rushed to the edge of the ditch with an arrow, and handed the other end of the bamboo pole to the grandfather and grandson who were retreating in the water.

The baby choked on her saliva, but fortunately, she grabbed the placket of the old carpenter's clothes and did not let go. The old carpenter grabbed the bamboo pole hard, once, twice, but his open hand was washed away by the current.

Seeing that he was about to be washed under the bridge, this time he crossed the bridge, and he would be swept towards the diversion canal by the subsequent rushing water.

Shaoyi's mind turned quickly, and he hurried along the ditch on the path, far faster than the two grandchildren were washed away, and the boy reached the bridge first.

He hurriedly sent the bamboo pole out, and put the other end of the bamboo pole on the other side of the bridge, as if building a bamboo pole bridge. Then, the boy pressed the bamboo pole against the bridge on this side with his body.

The moment the grandfather and grandson rushed across the bridge, they were stopped horizontally by a bamboo pole and hung on it.

The people next to him rushed one after another, three times and five divided by two, and everyone worked together to bring the grandfather and grandson ashore.

"Lao Yu, your life is really big, many pieces of this little hero. ”

The old carpenter shouted to his grandson: "Barbarian, I haven't thanked this brother yet......"

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The middle-aged soldier pointed to the young soldier and pointed to the calm and dull young man who had returned to the eaves on the opposite side, and said, "Have you seen it? This is a good life, and it will be a blessing to others." ”

The young soldier scratched his head, a little puzzled.

"You still don't believe it, now look at the second-story building opposite, see who dares to touch him?!" The middle-aged soldier didn't even raise his eyelids when he spoke, as if he was still savoring the sweetness of the rock tea.

The young soldier looked at each other, and really, there were two warriors who looked obviously trained but were dressed as good citizens, chatting with each other upstairs, but their eyes looked downstairs from time to time.

"We're just the officials who should be on errands. Those people are the faithful Deadpool. The middle-aged soldier said with a yawn.

The young soldier opened his mouth wide in surprise, and the farmer on the upper floor opposite him actually clenched his fist at him. This may be regarded as a face-to-face and a polite act.

"Coo, co......o," murmured the doves sheltering from the rain under the porch.

One less self-comparison pigeon, sometimes, as soon as he doesn't walk his mind, the thoughts in his mind involuntarily spread their wings and fly—

In Shaoyi's eyes, looking down from the perspective of flying, the streets, shops and alleys are dots and lines, much like the Chinese paintings made by the fortune teller, the columns, beams, purlins, and corner beams...... It is the ink line of this pen, which is thick, thin, powerful, rhyme, undulating, black and white...... Like brushstrokes, it has its own personality and carries various moods......

If it is night, in the consciousness of the dove-like cruise, the boy will see the lights of ten thousand homes:

From the tiger skylight on the roof of the old-fashioned alley, past the intricately carved wood-framed window sashes, to the moon flowers in the flower pots on the windowsill, the overnight clothes on the bamboo poles, and the tiles flying up to the house...... Then, fly over the stove of the carpenter shop in Dahe City, pass the steps of the bookstore, pass the red sleeve pavilion of Fengyin Tower, the stone lion of the key bridge, and then fly over the downtown entrance, Zhiduguan, Bell and Drum Tower, pass through the hall and pass the large household courtyard in the east city, pick up the gold leaf on the plaque of Guozijian, and then fly up the corner tower of the palace, and look at the palm lamp river of Zhaode Hall in the distance......

Thousands of sorrows swept here, in this bustling city, thousands of lights are bright, but none of them belong to themselves. Since the Dayan River is gone, he feels that he and Gugu have become out-and-out orphans here, and the village chief who loves them the most is gone, and he has never even seen his biological father and mother.

Thinking of this, I glanced at the busy coo in front of the stove, and my heart was even more uncomfortable.

The rain was pouring down, and every now and then a bolt of lightning would tear through the sky, and a thunderclap would fall.

Through the afterglow of lightning, Shaoyi saw the middle-aged soldier in the second-floor teahouse, and there seemed to be someone else hiding in a corner in the depths of the rainy night......