"It's just all mush." It's worse than the sweet potatoes you burned as a kid.

"Don't question me!" Jiang Yuge tried to hypnotize herself, "I'm a food teaching blogger!" ”

[Too many slots]

[How much water do you have as a teaching blogger? 】

It should not be counted, Jiang Yuge stubbornly picked up a black shell, and a burnt smell came to his nose.

Facts speak louder than words, Jiang Yuge is like a chicken with his neck pinched, shut up and blushing.

Lu Yao peeled off the black shell on the outside and ate the orange meat inside with an expressionless face.

Jiang Yuge tried to bite it, it was still sweet potato, but it was a little sour on the side.

It's not that it can't be eaten, but it's certainly not delicious, it's a wonderful feeling, just as wonderful as her creative cooking.

Jiang Yuge trembled and persuaded Lu Yao, who seemed to have lost his sense of taste: "Why don't you eat it." ”

"It's fine." Lu Yao finished chewing the edible part of the sweet potato in his hand in two or three bites, and patted the ash left on the sweet potato in his hand.

After looking at the remaining sweet potatoes, it should be impossible to eat, Lu Yao said: "Pinch into a ball and use it as bait for fishing." ”

Sweet potatoes have gone through many incredible experiences, and finally returned to the use that the audience predicted.

The day's fishing time passed quickly, and the immature production skills of the crowd combined with the immature fishing skills resulted in a whole focus on participation.

Jiang Yuge lived up to her name, caught a fish but didn't catch it completely, but was dragged off the fishing rod by the fish when she was distracted, and returned to the hut in a small broken car with a basket.

Until the end, no one knew what the significance of today's event was arranged, Jiang Yuge seriously suspected that the director wanted to fish himself, and the bait on the program team car was evidence, and there might be a lot of sophisticated equipment that had not been discovered.

"Fisherman's Song." Confirming that the program team turned off the camera, Lu Yao looked at the information on his mobile phone and called out to Jiang Yuge, who was about to go upstairs.

"What?"

Lu Yao looked at her fixedly: "Do you have any brothers and sisters?" The kind of pro? ”

"No wow, I'm an only child." Jiang Yuge thought about it, but decided to be more rigorous, "If you say that you have a miscarriage, I don't know." ”

Lu Yao took a deep breath: "I check one thing, there is a piece of information that needs your consent, is it okay?" ”

Jiang Yuge's eyes were vigilant: "What do you say first." ”

"Your case."

"Huh?"

Back in the room, Jiang Yuge raised his hand to touch the position of his heart, and the sound of a drumbeat reached his ears, which had been extremely sensitive since childhood.

She didn't go to the hospital at all in her memory, was it when she was a child?

I took out my phone, looked at the contacts on it, and thought about it for a long time but still didn't press it.

What you find is also a fact, so it's better to check it.

……

Lu Yao's room

Flipping through the diary, the handwriting on the last page has been blurred by tears at some point.

The boy had forgotten that he was afraid of being found by the girl in the first place.

[Today is the first day of disaster relief, I am very tired, but I can't stop]

[Day 2: The weather is still not improving]

[Three days: The rain is a little lighter, and the river is full of houses, planks, and furniture that have been washed over]

[Day 4: I don't know when the road outside will be opened, the third brother said, such a big flood, the water can't wait for rescue]

[Day 5: The third brother scared people, saying that there were I don't know how many people were under the water, and the big fat was frightened]

[Day 6: Third Brother, Third Brother Washed Away]

Lu Xuyuan didn't know about the disaster relief, even if he delivered food, the boy never let him stay longer.

"You promised to take care of my sister for me," the boy said less and less these days.

Lu Xuyuan pushed a small cart that was not very clean, his clothes were full of mud splashed on the wheels, and he tightened his cold toes, which were estimated to be wrinkled.

The food brought with me has been swept away, and there is still a lot left.

Lu Xuyuan's hand water on the cart was soaked and long, and the cold rain hit the wound, but this stimulation could not arouse him to respond at all, he just trembled a little in his tone: "People, is there less and less." ”

"They, how can they do this, doesn't that weigh everything on you!"

Maybe it's because he doesn't dare to accept the possibilities in his mind.

The boy was silent.

The sky in the distance was still heavy, low, churning overhead, as if it was a heavy black veil that could not be broken.

The unwillingness roar of the surging flood in the distance.

The boy stood under the clouds drenched in this way, his dark eyes speechless and deep.

The world seemed to be suddenly quiet.

'Boom'

The thunder and the boy's words exploded in his ears.

"Here's for you, for the time being, don't open it."

Lightning streaked, illuminating most of the sky, and the young man's back was resolute, walking towards the raging flood.

Lu Xuyuan looked at him in a daze, and in his arms was a notebook stained with a lot of mud and water.

……

It was the seventh day that the girl was waiting for her brother at home, and the sky finally cleared up a little.

Grandpa and Brother Lu didn't know what they were talking about, so they sent her to roast sweet potatoes.

The girl has long been familiar with this kind of thing, pick up a handful of dried grass leaves, make a ball, and throw them into the dry firewood pile, it doesn't matter if it doesn't burn or not, tear two pages of my brother's childhood textbook and ignite it.

"Xuyuan," the old man sat on the rattan chair, and after several days of heavy rain, the already dilapidated rattan chair let out an overwhelmed moan, "You tell me the truth, how is the situation on the boat's side." ”

Lu Xuyuan stood in place, burying his head. Like a poor student standing in front of the teacher, he couldn't give a satisfactory answer, and he seemed to understand the boy's silence a little.

The old man sighed half of his breath in his throat, his Adam's apple rolled down, and he slowly got up from his chair and walked towards the burning room.

The rain outside began to fall again, and Lu Xuyuan missed the opportunity to go back, and the rain became heavier and heavier.

Lunch was delivered by my aunt, and I shouldn't have gone far to deliver food today, so my aunt prepared three servings.

As soon as she entered the house, the aunt couldn't help laughing, and the three of them surrounded her, and inside was a fire that was about to be extinguished.

"What is this for, the fire of the living?"

The aunt put down the rice in her hand, shook the water on the raincoat, and picked up two sticks of hay from the side.

The flames slammed out of her hand, like the strength that had been accumulated for a long time breaking through some kind of suppression.

"Thank you." The old man's voice was not clear.

The fire was lit, and the aunt looked at a few people in the house, the grandfather and grandson were silent today, and the brother was not there, just like a puppet-like little girl, with a white and tender face.

Lunch was placed on the side, and no one said they wanted to eat it.

The rain began to fall again, and the sky outside was darker than inside.

In a trance, it seems to be back to the very beginning, but there is no teenager.

"With such a heavy rain, how can my brother come back."

Every day it rains, the girl worries about it. But Lu Xuyuan couldn't answer.

'Phew-'

It was as if a sharp whistle pierced through the blockade of a thunderstorm.

Lu Xuyuan's eyes seemed to dim for a moment when he looked at the girl, and the small figure fell, and he didn't know what he wanted to touch when his hand was raised.