At night, there was a dripping rain, and the rain fell into the lake "tick-tock", splashing a circle of ripples, and in the second half of the night, the rain began to fall heavier and heavier, and the sound of the rain was sparse.

In the early morning, the rain has not stopped, the whole lake is shrouded in a misty drizzle, as far as the eye can see, the blue waves are rippling, and the lake is still covered with a light smoke mist, hazy, like a dream wrapped in a light veil.

The long bluestone street is long, the sound of the bridge is trickling, the air is moist and beautiful, the peach blossoms are blooming branches, the moss is covered with stone tiles, and the pedestrians are hurrying with umbrellas.

The literati sitting by the window of the teahouse looked into the distance, chanting "a light thunder falls on ten thousand silks, the light is floating and the tiles are uneven", "the green trees contain spring rain, the green mountains protect the smoke", "the clouds are like smoke, and the dense rain is like scattered silk", and the wind is pleasant.

Although Shen Bujiao couldn't write such a poem, it didn't prevent her from appreciating such good sentences, and she was very happy in her heart.

The rain is getting heavier and heavier, it doesn't seem to have any impact on these people, life is as usual, just a little trouble, after all, it's rain, and it's still a little inconvenient to travel.

Gradually, Shen Bujiao felt that something was wrong, this rain was too long, it had been raining for more than half a month, and there was no intention of stopping.

There were very few pedestrians on the road, either hiding at home or gathering in the teahouse restaurant, talking about this somewhat abnormal atmosphere, and looking at the non-stop rain with sorrow.

The rain caused the lake to rise to the stone embankment, but the people were helpless, and one by one they prayed earnestly to the gods to stop the rain.

These actions were of no avail, the rain was still strong, and there was a faint tendency to fall more and more, when suddenly a lightning bolt pierced the sky like a sharp sword, followed by a "boom" thunder that resounded through the sky, startling those people to cover their ears and kneel down to ask for mercy from God.

Shen Bujiao looked at these people, and was a little curious, don't these people know magic like them, she carefully recalled what she had seen and heard these days, and found that she really didn't see these people using spells, and there were no mechanized products, this, a bit like the ordinary people in the book she read, anyway, it was a little different from her own people, and she still felt quite novel.

However, in this case, these lives seemed to be more fragile than herself, and she looked at these people with panic on their faces worriedly, and then at the crackling raindrops and gloomy, and silently prayed for them in her heart.

The rain continued for more than a month, stopping several times, but only for about half an hour, and then it began to rain again, and now the lake has overflowed to half of the stone embankment.

Seeing that the situation was not good, those people began to build ships one after another, and everyone worked together to cut down trees in the rain, and the work was in full swing, and there was a lot of water in the streets, and everyone walked with water. あ七^八Chinese ヤ~(8)~1~ωωω.7\8z*òм

Shen Bujiao looked at their busy appearance, and felt pitiful, but she couldn't help them, she couldn't control her body now, it was simply difficult for the mud bodhisattva to cross the river.

When the lake burst, she didn't know where she would go, and she felt that her future was slim.

It seems that a big hole has been broken on the top, and the rain is pouring down from the hole frantically, is this "the water of the Yellow River coming up"?

Under everyone's busy day and night, finally built a few boats, the boat is not big, the workmanship is not much exquisite, more people are carrying their bags to the mountain, the mud is unbearable, every step is extremely difficult, some young children are carried on the back by adults, very embarrassed, but these are helpless moves.

The lake had burst its banks, the majestic water poured into the town, the carved beams, the eaves of the arches, and the ornate houses were washed away by the flood overnight, the trees were uprooted, and the countless broken branches floated in the water, and the boats swayed from side to side in the raging floods, and the people inside cried and wailed endlessly, as if it were a human tragedy.

The people who struggled to go up the mountain felt very uncomfortable when they heard this cry, wiped the rain from their faces, and continued to climb the mountain.

There are a lot of corpses floating in the flood, most of them are unwilling to drag down the young and the elderly, the old people are not in good health, their legs and feet are inconvenient, climbing the mountain to escape will only drag down everyone's pace, to settle down on the mountain, eating and drinking are problems, at this time time is life, most of the old people voluntarily give up their lives, leaving the hope of life to the next generation.

In the end, the ships did not make it through, and were swallowed up by the flood, and the flood was full of devastation.

When Shen Bujiao burst the embankment of the lake, as the lake rushed to the town, she saw the overcrowded restaurant along the way, with horizontal logs and corpses floating in the hall, and the teahouse people who always floated the fragrance of tea went to the empty building, and the stage of singing and dancing was wiped out, and everything was no longer as prosperous and charming as it was at the beginning.

The ferocity of the flood destroyed the foundation that could only be created for thousands of years, the vast sea of books, the articles that have been passed down for centuries, the works of skilled craftsmen, and the buildings that have not fallen, which have condensed the wisdom of countless people, have been turned into powder in an instant and become the eternal history.

The flood did not stop for a moment, gradually swallowing the mountains, people looked down at the water that was getting closer and closer, and they couldn't stop panicking in their hearts, but they still held on, and ran up the mountain, this is their only way out.

Shen Bujiao looked at the people who were running away in embarrassment, run faster, run faster, hurry up! Her heart was very anxious, but there was nothing she could do about it, the thick helplessness and frustration made her want to break down and cry, and the worst thing was that she was still one of them.

The speed of the flood is far faster than the speed of people running in panic, and some people who cannot keep up with their physical strength are swallowed up by the flood before they even have time to wail.

When the people stood trembling on the top of the mountains, looking around, there was an ocean, and there was no way out, but the flood still did not let them go, and the waves rolled up, and the people who had reached the highest place safely were swept into the water

The world was silent, except for the roar of the water, which wiped out all life.

The waves were turbulent and the momentum was huge, as if to appeal for their victory.

Shen Bujiao watched all this, those are all living people, obviously they were laughing and scolding not long ago, full of vitality, why is it gone in the blink of an eye?

Her figure slowly condensed from the water, and finally turned into her original appearance, floating on the water, the drops of water in the center of her eyebrows became more and more apparent, crystal clear, at this time she was already in tears like rain, and a drop of tears "ticked tock" fell into the tyrannical flood Zheng

Tears rippled in circles, like waves expanding forward, smoothing out the raging flood, and the rain gradually changed until it stopped.