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The sky was very gloomy, and the clouds were layered and intertwined, covering the sky with dark gray, and the sky was covered with blackness, as if water was about to drip.Occasionally, there are one or two birds flying low, as if they can be touched by reaching out.

The air seemed to be mixed with mist and became dull. The weeds on the side of the road seemed to be oppressed, shaking their heads with the wind.

It's going to rain.

Due to the weather, everyone ended today's activity an hour ago, and each group returned to their temporary home.

Zhou Zhou looked up at the sky, as if muttering to himself: "The sun was shining brightly just now."

"It's summer." Zhang Ailin replied, looking down at the farm tools in Zhou Zhou's hand.

Zhou Zhou insisted on carrying the heavy shovel by himself, which was heavier than ordinary farm tools.She is ready to take it from Zhou Zhou's hand at any time to lose this weight for her.

But after walking all the way, Zhou Zhou did not intend to give up: "I have never seen such a sky."

Zhang Ailin sighed inwardly, turned her eyes back, and also looked at the sky: "It's really rare."

As soon as he turned his head, the color of the sky became more gloomy, as if an inkstone was knocked over, and the ink inside suddenly splashed onto the sky.

The wind has also gradually subsided, and the chirping of insects in the grass has gradually subsided, and everything around seems to have calmed down.

I don't know if it was because of the abnormal weather, Meng Wenjun was always worried.

The worry stuffed up in his chest exploded the moment he saw Wang Sheng.

As soon as Wang Sheng heard voices in the courtyard, he knew that everyone had returned, and he immediately came out of the house, his steps were so fast that he seemed to be running, and his facial features were condensed into a word of embarrassment.

"Did you see Master?" Wang Sheng kept his eyes on the faces of the three people.

Meng Wenjun comforted Wang Sheng's nervousness with a calm tone as much as possible, and asked, "What happened to Grandpa Jiangnan?"

"He said he went to the mountains to look for herbs, but he hasn't come back yet."

Almost following Wang Sheng's voice, Meng Wenjun quickly asked, "When did you leave?"

"this afternoon."

"Where did you go?"

"Grandpa said he was going to the back mountain."

"Did Grandpa Jiangnan bring anything with him when he went out?"

Wang Sheng tried to think back, and replied: "I brought a sack, a shovel, and a knife, oh yes, and Rhubarb went with me."

Meng Wenjun looked down at the watch on his wrist, it was now 32:[-] in the afternoon.

Calculated according to the usual time when everyone goes home at 05:30, Jiangnan will return from the forest protection area at about five o'clock and start cooking.

With Wang Sheng taking care of Fangzheng at home, it is not impossible for Jiangnan to continue working.In addition, Jiang Nan has a weapon in his hands, and Rhubarb is by his side.

The weather is bad today, I don't have an umbrella in hand, so I should come back early anyway.If you haven't come back by five o'clock, go out and look for it.

Quickly having an idea in his mind, Meng Wenjun patted Fangzheng on the shoulder and said with a relieved smile: "Don't worry too much, maybe Grandpa Jiangnan has gone to the forest protection area.

It's just that the sky is very gloomy, and it should rain in a while. When I drink my saliva, I will bring him an umbrella. Don't worry too much. "

After hearing Meng Wenjun's words, Wang Sheng finally felt relieved and nodded.

Zhang Ailin stood aside, silently listening to the conversation between the two, listening to Meng Wenjun's tone, which was very different from his usual casual walk in the courtyard, grasping the subtle difference, she understood that these were just words of comfort to Wang Sheng.

So she also felt anxious in her heart, turned around and went back to the house, packed up the things she might need, and prepared to go with Meng Wenjun later.

Zhou Zhou followed Zhang Ailin, looked at Zhang Ailin's appearance in the suitcase, and asked softly: "What you said just now, was Meng Wenjun comforting Wang Sheng, so he said that on purpose, right?"

Zhang Ailin still didn't stop rummaging, and finally found a folded umbrella: "It's nothing, don't worry."

"Then what are you looking like now?"

Zhang Ailin paused for a moment, turned her head to look at Zhou Zhou, and saw her standing at the door with her shoulder leaning on the door, holding a bowl of water in her hand, her lips biting tightly, her eyes staring at herself, Flashing the same worried look.

"It's okay, don't worry." Zhang Ailin turned around, raised her hand and buckled the suitcases together, splashing dust at her feet.

"I'm going too." Zhou Zhou said abruptly.

Zhang Ailin lifted the suitcase and put it back in its original position, holding the umbrella she just found tightly in her hand, facing Zhou Zhou, and said with a smile: "What's there to do here, two people are enough."

"I have to go." Zhou Zhou handed the bowl full of water to Zhang Ailin, and his eyes met.

Unlike the content in Zhou Zhou's eyes that she usually sees, there is a lot more firmness in her eyes, which makes her stunned and stunned.

Whenever Zhang Ailin Zhou Zhou was at this time, no one could persuade her. She just took the bowl and said, "Then you bring your umbrella."

The sweetness of the water hits the mouth, smoothing the dryness and heat between the lips and tongue, and relieving the fatigue of a whole day's work.

Not only did Zhang Ailin see Zhou Zhou struggling to lift the shovel, Zhou Zhou also saw Zhang Ailin's dry lips that were about to crack.When I got back to the house, I thought about this for the first time.

When Zhang Ailin put down the bowl, she turned around and saw that Zhou Zhou was already holding two umbrellas in his hand.

"Why did you bring two?"

I originally prepared one for Zhang Ailin, worried that she forgot to bring an umbrella, but I didn't expect it to come in handy now.

"Grandpa Jiangnan doesn't have an umbrella? I'll bring one for him," Zhou Zhou said.

Zhang Ailin suddenly realized: "I didn't expect it."

"More than that, there are many things you can't always think of."

Zhang Ailin blurted out, "Fortunately, I have you."

Hearing her say this softly, Zhou Zhou felt as if his heartbeat just missed a beat, and there seemed to be a hot current flowing all over his body, and he couldn't explain his emotions clearly.

What the hell is this called?

Zhang Ailin glanced at the time on the phone, the time passed in a hurry, and 10 minutes had passed.

She walked into the west room, and Meng Wenjun was also rummaging through the suitcase. Fangzheng next to him got up from the bed, still pale, watching Meng Wenjun's movements worriedly.

"Let's go?" Zhang Ailin said.

Meng Wenjun continued to rummage without looking back, speeding up his movements, and said, "Right away."

Fangzheng and Wang Sheng walked over and saw Zhou Zhou walking in behind, holding two umbrellas in each hand.

Wang Sheng poked his head and looked at Zhou Zhou: "It's just an umbrella, are you all going?"

Fangzheng covered his mouth, coughed twice, wrapped himself in the quilt again, and raised his heart that had been put down.It is not a good sign to see everyone so anxious.

Finally, Meng Wenjun pulled out a flashlight from the innermost part of the suitcase and held it in his hand: "Have you brought a flashlight?"

After getting a unanimous negative answer from everyone, Meng Wenjun closed the suitcase, stood up and handed it to Zhou Zhou: "Zhou Zhou take it."

Zhou Zhou no longer refused, and exchanged the extra umbrella in his hand with the flashlight in Meng Wenjun's hand.

Instead, he looked at Zhang Ailin and asked, "Alin, is the phone still charged?"

"Bring a power bank."

"Wait, if it's dark, remember to use the flashlight that comes with your phone.

If it will rain later and the road will become muddy, let's not be too far apart and make sure that something can be taken care of, okay? "

Both Zhang Ailin and Zhou Zhou agreed.

Meng Wenjun looked at the watch on his wrist from time to time, although Wang Sheng was the only one who responded to the lively words in his mouth, as the time passed by every minute and every second, the atmosphere in the whole room became dignified.

When the hour hand pointed to five o'clock, Meng Wenjun looked up at the two of them and said, "Let's go."

Before Meng Wenjun could fully spit out these two people, Zhang Ailin understood his meaning first, and quickly moved her legs and left the room.

Zhou Zhou nodded and followed Zhang Ailin out.

Meng Wenjun walked last, and when he walked out of the inner room, he told Wang Sheng, "Take care of Fangzheng, and don't let Xiaoman run around, please."

Then, he glanced at Fangzheng next to him, saw his frowning, and said a word of relief: "Don't worry, we'll be right back."

The shape of the sky became ugly. In less than 20 minutes, it had changed from a splash of ink to black thick rocks, which overlapped and covered the entire sky.

Only by glimpsing a few white lights from the gaps in it can we know that it is not night.

Overlooking the sky above the village, every household is lit up with lights.

Meng Wenjun turned around, and when he closed the fence of the courtyard, he heard Xiaoman's voice. He raised his head and saw Xiaoman squatting in front of the west room door, yelling at him.

He waved his arms at Xiaoman, and said, "Xiaoman is obedient, I'll be right back, you stay at home and be good."

After finishing speaking, he turned around, followed in the footsteps of the two of them, and set foot on the road to the shelter forest.

Without taking two steps, heavy rain fell silently from the sky.

Except for the sound of raindrops falling on the ground, there was no sound at all, it was like a long-planned ambush of rainwater on the ground.

Bean-sized raindrops jumped out densely from behind the "rock" that day, without giving anyone any chance to breathe. Before even opening the umbrella, many raindrops had already melted on the clothes.

Zhou Zhou had a new umbrella in his hand. When he pulled out the umbrella from the umbrella cover in a hurry under the washing of the rain curtain, he suddenly felt the shadow above his head.

Turning her head, it was Zhang Ailin who held the umbrella above her head, and half of her body was still drenched in the rain.

Zhou Zhou managed to open the umbrella, and before he had time to hit the umbrella on top of his head, he hurriedly pushed Zhang Ailin's hand back: "Your shoulders are wet."

"This rain is bigger than I imagined." Meng Wenjun stepped forward and said, looking at the winding path ahead.

The earthy brown on the ground ahead and the gray black in the sky are connected by the pouring rain, fogging them into a blurry one, and you can only see a few steps in front of you, and looking back, it is an impenetrable fog.