Reborn In the 1990s

Fang Ruixue and his teachers were in a hurry to simply put the teachers together. The desks were stacked together, and the seats were reserved for the villagers to rest temporarily. There were also the remaining food materials in the canteen. If the whole village needs to wait for rescue, the food is the most important thing. After all, no one can guarantee it. How long will they be here.

The principal's children were frightened to varying degrees. The group leader comforted them in a soft voice for a long time. One of the older girls cried out in horror. I don't know what I'm talking about, but from the tears on her face, it must be something that makes her very sad and sad.

The rain outside the house became more and more fierce. Fang Ruixue washed the two girls and put them into the bed. Looking at the rain that had gathered into the river outside, they didn't know what to say.

There are only three large classrooms in the school. However, there are hundreds of people in the village, and I don't know if I can accommodate them.

The children were the first to be sent up. In the dark, the men who rushed in through the rain all put down their children and left without even a word to say. At first, Fang Ruixue and they still had time to comfort the children who had been sent, but soon they had no spare time to do this.

The children were sent one by one, and the classroom was soon full of children, all of whom were children of about ten years old. All of them were sent to school from home by their parents. All of them did not understand what was going on. All of them were sitting in a daze. The younger ones were already in tears, and they would cry in the next second.

At the beginning, the four people were all in a hurry. They were busy burning hot water, cleaning, wiping their children's faces and feeding water, and checking whether their clothes were dry. They all ignored their inner fear. Or Fang Ruixue noticed a girl singing nursery rhymes to coax her weeping sister. I remember what they should do to encourage the children's courage and make them less afraid when the storm comes.

So they began to teach the children to sing in the classroom. After a month's music class, the children can learn only two or three songs, but it doesn't matter if they can't sing. As long as they can learn, the songs will lead them to escape the darkness and their inner fear.

There was a dull noise in the distance. Lu Xiaojiang screamed in the heavy rain and was drowned by the singing in the classroom. Fang Ruixue is holding a spoon in front of the stove to cook ginger soup. The children who are sent up are more or less blown by the wind and rain. Fang Ruixue is worried that someone will catch a cold.

LV Xiaojiang suddenly opened the door of the canteen and rushed in. After entering the door, he yelled at Fang Ruixue: "Xiaoxue, it's not good! Go out and see it

Fang Ruixue ran with her to the high platform on the playground. The pouring rain made them unable to hold their umbrellas. However, the scene in front of them firmly fixed them in place and could not take a step out.

The mountain torrents broke out. Brown floods poured down the mountain. It's all over the way, forests, farmland, villages.

A large group of birds started up in the forest. The trees where they built their nests were engulfed by the flood, and their nests disappeared with the passing of the flood. They flew and circled in the forest, and finally they had to leave crying.

Lu Xiaojiang heard the loud noise. It's the sound of villagers' houses collapsing. It was a house built by the river with green tiles and mud walls. There was a sheep pen beside the wall. There were two big goats and a little lamb in it.

In a flash, the house was swept away by the surging flood.

"You say, uncle Yang's little lamb, will also be washed away by the flood." Lu Xiaojiang choked and said that the rain hit her face, mixed with tears, and was licked into her mouth. It's the same bitterness.

Fang Ruixue shook his head: "I don't know."

She was more worried about Uncle Yang and the villagers in the village than the little lamb. Whether they have been successfully transferred from the village under the leadership of the headmaster and the village head.

It's getting dark, even if you're halfway up the mountain. They also quickly could not see the distant scene, did not know whether the flood was more rampant, did not know whether the village had been submerged, did not know where the headmaster was.

In the dark, only the classroom dim yellow light is on, the children's young songs from the classroom, breaking the terrible silence of the rainy night.

Fang Ruixue touched the water on her face and jumped off the platform with Lu Xiaojiang. She prayed again and again in her heart: never power off! Don't cut off the power!

More and more people are coming into schools, the elderly, women, and finally the young. Most of the people carried their luggage and the three classrooms were packed. Fang Ruixue and they let go of their own dormitory, to accommodate the elderly who are not in good health.

The village head and his family members kept on thanking them. Everyone's body was wet by the rain, his hair cluttered on his cheek, and there was a melancholy mood between his eyebrows.

Fang Ruixue carries her luggage and transfers to the canteen. She just steps out of the threshold, and suddenly comes a burst of heartrending cry behind her. She looked back and found that it was an elder sister who was taking care of her mother by the bed, squatting on the ground and crying bitterly. Even her old mother lying on the bed was crying silently.

The village head brought him to the door, and the middle-aged man with dark skin suddenly covered his mouth in front of Fang Ruixue. Hot tears fell from his turbid eyes. Fang Ruixue found that on his rough fingers, there were still weeds and mud.Fang Ruixue doesn't know what kind of sad story the people in the room have, but there are no more than the words "separation in life and death". The towel was used by the village head to wipe her face.

"No more." The village head refused her offer. "It's dirty again in a while."

"Let's eat. We've made a lump soup." Fang Ruixue said that she couldn't bear to see the village head with a pair of hands with white hair wrinkled by blisters, so she went back to the rain.

"No, there's a lot to do." The village head wiped a tired face, put on the raincoat which was hanging on one side, and plunged into the rain again.

"Wait a minute Fang Ruixue stops the village head, then quickly runs into the canteen and finds a big bag of chocolate and ham sausage from LV Xiaojiang's box.

"Take it." She gave them to the village head. "If you're hungry, eat one."

Village head red eyes out, Fang Ruixue holding a sour nose, a look back, found LV Xiaojiang is standing at the door of the canteen, a pair of eyes looking at her.

"What's the matter?" She suddenly felt a chill in her heart.

"How generous you are Lu Xiaojiang bitter face, "that is my last stock, you don't know to leave me some virtue?"

Fang Ruixue rubbed off the drops of water on his hand and looked at the boundless dark sky: "when you go back to the green city, I will buy you whatever you want."