I was assigned to farm by fans but in my hometown

Chapter 85 Knock on the Door
"It's a landslide! The water is rising!"

The sound seemed to be getting closer.

Not long after, a dusty figure appeared in the rain, it was an old man in a coir raincoat.

"Brother!" the girl called out to the boy, "Did Mom say you'd go home today?"

Jiang's mother has been with the boss for several days, and she is really worried about her family. She called yesterday and said that she has prepared a raincoat and will go home today.

The boy's heart tightened, and he ran to the door against the rain, holding on to the door frame, and shouted at the people outside: "Abbe! What's the landslide!"

The hunchbacked figure stopped, with a strong local accent: "There's a landslide on the Siwazi slope!" He looked carefully. "Boy of the Jiang family, where is your adult?"

The boy replied, "My mother is in town!"

The old man said: "Then tell the girl not to go to the other side of the ditch, all the places near the river are flooded! It's impossible to go!"

"But Mom is already on the way!" The girl's voice came from behind.

The boy turned his head, and the girl had arrived next to him at some point.

The boy lifted the corner of his clothes and covered the girl's head under the clothes, and shouted at the old man: "Abo, can you tell me where the road is broken and I can go and have a look?"

The old man hesitated for a moment, he was telling other people not to go that way, and he was also calling for some free laborers to look at the situation and take some action, but he was still not at ease.

The young man said: "Auntie, tell me, I promise not to cause trouble." The young man looked down at his sister, "I'll just go and make sure my mother has gone that way."

The old man still told him, after all, knowing where it is is better than a child sneaking away without knowing the heights of the sky and the earth.

The boy took the girl back home, squatted down, and held the girl's face in his hands: "I'm going out to see what's going on, you just wait at home for me to know?"

The girl grabbed the boy's cuff: "I want to go too!"

"Where are you going?" The boy pressed his hands hard, and the girl's face was squeezed and her mouth pouted, "You are not as high as the puddle on the side of the road, and I can't see you if you fall."

The girl struggled under the boy's hands, and broke his hands that had ravaged her face: "I'm going, I'm going!"

The young man couldn't hold back his beak, let go of her, turned his head and wandered around the room to find a raincoat: "Don't even think about it."

The girl followed him around like a little tail, and the boy took a slightly larger raincoat and put it on. It was an off-white raincoat, and there were many scratches on the originally smooth and transparent fabric.

The boy picked up the red plastic rope that was wrapped around the cabinet, straightened it out, and rolled it into a hastily roll.

Pushing open the door, the strong wind filled his chest with the smell of mud, the boy's breathing was stagnant, and thunder exploded in the sky.

The boy turned his head and shouted at the girl: "Stay at home obediently, you know? I'll be back soon." The boy thought for a while and added, "Come back before eating. If you're hungry, there are biscuits in the cabinet."

"Boom!"

A meandering electric light crawled across half of the sky, and the sky that was originally as dark as night was bright and bright.

The girl trembled, cried out with a 'wow', and called her brother incoherently.

What the girl was holding in her hand changed from the cuff to the hem of the raincoat, which made the already scarred raincoat worse.

The young man sighed, but he still couldn't make up his mind to pull out the clothes and leave her behind, squatting down in front of her again to coax her: "Didn't Yaoyao want to learn martial arts? The martial artists you watch on TV have to overcome difficulties and cultivate their state of mind. Can Yaoyao face the thunder by herself at home?"

The girl cried and nodded, and her crying became choked up after a while.

The young man had no choice but to go and see. According to his speed, it would only take an hour to go back and forth. Even if it rained, it would only take two hours. It's not like he won't come back.

The girl finally wiped away her tears and let go of her poor raincoat.

The boy turned around and ran into the rain, and soon there was only a gray figure left under the heavy sky.

The girl stepped on the threshold by grabbing the door frame, stood on tiptoe, and could see the pointy gray hat of the boy again.

In the distance, the thick ink-like forest twisted crazily and weirdly like a monster that chooses to eat people under the gust of wind.The ground is bright and majestic, and under the lighting of the thunder, many earthworms can be seen with white, writhing, and winding bodies.

Huge raindrops joined together, and the water flowed down the eaves, like a water curtain, blurring the boy's figure.

Under the water curtain, the girl tried to stand on tiptoe to look, but her vision was still gradually blurred, just like the day her father left home.

"Yao Yao~"

Under the loud white noise, even the drum-like voice of grandpa in the past seemed vague and weak.

"Yaoyao come to enjoy the fire!" Grandpa's voice was hazy, coming from a distance, like an ordinary winter day.

Grandpa endured a lot of hardships in the early years to support his family. When he was old, his knees ached like the wind blowing through a canyon when it rained.

"Huh~" A gust of wind blew past, and countless raindrops scrambled over, mixed with the fishy smell of rain, the girl had to hold her breath under the fierce attack of the wind.

Before going out, my mother told the brothers and sisters to take good care of grandpa. It is not easy for grandpa to act when it rains.

"Ah!" The girl pressed the door shut and ran along the eaves to the back room.

The sky flashed for a moment, and then a "boom" sound covered up the girl's voice.

Running to the back room, there was a bonfire in the room, the small window on the side of the room was open, and the wind was blowing in.

The girl closed the door, and there was a tooth-piercing sound among the old metal.

The old man sat on a chair beside him, with a small blanket on his lap to keep out the wind.

The firewood in the fire was crackling.The old man picked up the tongs and fiddled with it. The logs on the fire pile rolled down, bringing a string of sparks, and the flames shot up.

The tongs were in the old man's hand, making a clear sound on the ground.The wind of closing the door blew the flames, the old man leaned back, and the bamboo chair creaked: "Yaoyao, take two sweet potatoes and put them in the fire. Grandpa will roast sweet potatoes for you to eat."

The girl picked among the piles of sweet potatoes in the corner of the room, hugged four and threw them into the fire, and sat on the small bench.

Ouch, the old man quickly picked up the tongs and pulled out the sweet potatoes from the fire, piled them on the ashes next to them, and buried them.

Children can't sit still, girls are never allowed to play with fire at home, girls just listen to grandpa talking about burying them in the warm ashes next to the fire, so that the sweet potatoes won't burn: but their hearts fly out of the window.

The girl didn't respond, the old man lowered his head and sighed, and stopped chattering.

A sweet potato rolled to the girl's feet.

"Yaoyao, the sweet potato is ripe, eat it quickly." Grandpa knocked on the ground with the tongs, pulled out the sweet potato from the ashes, squeezed one, and handed it to the girl while blowing and patting.

The girl shook her head, and replied obediently: "Grandpa eats, Yaoyao waits for brother and mother to come back and eat together."

The rain outside the window is not small.

'boom'

The sky was like a crazy beast, and the lightning was densely covered in a net, illuminating the girl's face with a pale face.

"bang bang bang"

There was a faint knock on the door from afar.

　Come back come back!I was too busy a while ago, and it should be better in the future. Thank you very much for your support.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)