The calm of Dagu was completely broken after a lunch.

The sky that had been bright and clear almost instantly darkened from the other side of the sea. And spread to the sky over the entire Dagu.

The yamen sounded the gong to warn everyone to hurry home and hide, and not to stay outdoors anymore.

"Your Excellency, Your Excellency! Save my man! Save my man! ”

A woman, holding a young child in her arms, ran towards the man who sounded the gong.

"Go home! Go home!

"Don't run! Don't run around! ”

The man who sounded the gong yelled at her.

The woman knelt down at him without hesitation, and kowtowed to him with the baby in her arms, "Please, sir!" If something happens to him, what will happen to me and my child?

"He didn't listen to persuasion, and he secretly left the port early this morning! Now it seems that the storm has come!

"Please, sir, send someone to save them!"

The woman wept and pleaded.

The whirring wind has been blowing.

The woman's thin body knelt there, but it was like a yellow leaf in the autumn wind, crumbling.

"Come on in! Come inside! ”

The man who struck the gong shouted at her.

Because the wind is getting louder and louder, and the voices of the people are blown to pieces.

But the woman shook her head, "Please, send someone to save them!" ”

"You come in the house! Come into the house and say! You're still holding a baby! "The man who struck the gong was blown so that he could not open his eyes.

The child in the woman's arms was blown by the wind and cried.

The gong striker also didn't care about the "defense of men and women", he rushed forward, dragged the woman, and "went into the house to say......

A strong wind was blowing, and there seemed to be a rapid cyclone in the wind.

The two of them were blown away by the wind.

The gong striker almost fell, "You don't want to live anymore, do you?" Don't you want to live, and don't children want to live? ”

The gong striker was already a little angry.

How can there be such stubborn people?

"He can't come back, and we can't live......

"It's better to die with him......"

The woman's face was gray, and in her eyes full of tears, there was no hope of survival.

"Alas, don't ......"

The strong wind blew the gong striker, and he exclaimed, and was swept up by the wind, and his big head fell down, and he fell headlong into the grass a few meters away.

When he struggled to get up from the grass, the woman was gone.

Only in the fierce wind, the cry of a baby can be heard.

"There!" He heard the Sparrow shout.

The rain was pouring down, and the wind was howling.

In such a storm, people can't see at all, and they can't see anything clearly.

The gong striker body clings to the ground and crawls towards the yamen.

He didn't dare to get up, the wind was so strong, he was afraid that if he got up, he would be blown away by the wind.

In the wind and rain, he couldn't even tell whether it was the cry of a child or the sound of a cyclone in the wind.

It's worrisome, and it's particularly worrying......

Whoa—

There was a sound of roof tiles being lifted and slamming on the ground.

The gong striker held his head, and the tiles did not fall on him, but the tiles that broke on the ground and the fragments that burst up splashed on him.

There was a crackling sound, and it hurt so much that he wanted to cry for his father and mother.

"Let's—"

I don't know who it was, grabbed his arms on both sides, supported him, and rushed into the yamen quickly.

His eyes were full of tears blown out by the wind, and it took a while for his vision to regain clarity.

When he opened his eyes, he saw that the Sparrow was wet, from head to toe, and he was in a mess.

In the arms of the bird, there is still a child in his arms.

This swaddling ...... Wasn't it the woman who just hugged it?

"So, what about the woman?" The gong striker asked with a blank look.

The finch shook his head, lowered his eyes and looked helplessly and helplessly at the little man in his arms.

The gong striker looked at him to the left and right again, and it was the two brothers Wen Yuanjie and Jiang Shuo who carried him back.

The clothes of the two were also soaked, and Jiang Shuo still had a cut on his face, not because he was scratched by something.

"She said that her man had secretly gone to sea...... "said the gong striker.

There was silence in the room, no one spoke.

Outside the house, the sound of the wind, the rain, the boom...... The sound of something being knocked down by the wind is endless.

Wen Yuanjie suddenly wiped his face, "I know now...... I'd rather we make a 'joke', even if it's ridiculed.

"It's better than a storm like this......"

As a young man, he saw the power of nature.

I also recognize my own insignificance and ignorance.

Under the "devastating and decaying" of nature, personal face, honor and disgrace seem so small and not worth mentioning.

"Boom—"

The sound was a little far away, but I could hear that it was the sound of an unsturdy house being blown down by the wind.

Wen Yuanjie turned around, lay on the table, and cried silently.

His shoulders shrugged, and he didn't cry, but he cried in pain.

In the house that was blown down, I don't know how many people were hiding?

Were they afraid when the wind blew and the house crumbled? Have you ever despaired?

Have they ever regretted that before noon, they were still making mockery and jokes, saying that they wished the storm would come soon, so that they could see what kind of storm it was, which frightened the "lady" in Kyoto?

There were a lot of people in the yamen.

But at this time, apart from the sound of wind and rain, there was no human voice to hear.

Their expressions were gloomy, and they looked at each other speechlessly.

"Wow......"

I don't know if it's because the atmosphere here is too oppressive, so that the baby child can feel it.

He opened his mouth and began to cry.

Everyone looked at the bird.

The finch was stiff...... When she saw the mother and son being blown by the wind, she did not hesitate and flew out, trying to drag the mother and son back.

She wanted to tell the woman not to despair.

She is a person, as long as she is not discouraged, she can carry it and live!

Niangniang is already trying to find a way out for women.

In the future, women don't have to rely on men, they can find financial resources, stand on their own, and live well!

Women can also hold up their own piece of the sky......

But the woman never had a chance to listen to the Sparrow explain this to her.

The speed of that whirlwind was too fast.

The finch was squinted by the wind, and she couldn't see where the woman was blown away.

She followed the cry and touched the child in the grass......

"I ......" Que Ye licked his dry lips, "I haven't held a child, you ...... Which of you would? ”

Look at her stiff posture with her arms crossed...... I don't know if the child is more uncomfortable, or if she is more uncomfortable.

Only she and Banxia are women here.

But these two women are not married, let alone have children.

She looked at Banxia, and Banxia also stared at her.

Banxia not only didn't move forward, but also took two steps back, shaking his head again and again.

"I'll do it." Jiang Shuo stepped forward.

"You?" The finch looked at him suspiciously.

Jiang Shuo nodded, "When I was exiled back then, I hugged several younger brothers and sisters. ”

The finch man was stunned.

Jiang Shuo had already taken the child from her arms with familiar movements.

His posture looked soft and comfortable, and he gently shook the child, still humming something in his mouth.

In his gentle and deep voice, the tense atmosphere in the yamen finally eased.

The little baby in his arms finally fell asleep.