Xingyu Street

A strong typhoon is coming, and the air pressure in S city has been very low for the past two days, and it's still extremely hot.

Mo Xiaoyu was sweating from the heat no matter he was outside or at home. There was no air conditioner in his house, and there was no fan on the first floor.

Duan Xuyan deliberately found a time to go out and buy fans for him. I bought one for both the big and small ones. The small ones can be carried with me. Once fully charged, they can be used for a whole day, which is very practical.

Mo Xiaoyu likes it very much, and holds her hand no matter where she goes.

He has a very good relationship with Duan Xuyan now, and when he saw it from a distance on the road, he would trot over and call out to Xuyan, and he was no longer as restrained as he was at the beginning.

Duan Xuyan also took him to the homestay where he lived once. Grandma was very happy to see him and found out a lot of biscuits for him. Mo Xiaoyu skillfully picked out coins, and Duan Xuyan would take back the biscuits in his hand. Wait until his eyes fall on him before giving it to him.

At this time, Mo Xiaoyu would be stunned, the hand holding the coin was either stretched out or taken away, looking at Duan Xuyan helplessly and confused, not knowing what to do.

Duan Xuyan chuckled and asked him, "Xuyan gave it to him, does Xiaoyu want to pay?"

Mo Xiaoyu pursed his lips. In fact, he had never seen Duan Xuyan unhappy, and because of this, he didn't want to see Duan Xuyan unhappy, so he shook his head when he heard the question.

Duan Xuyan helped him tear open the plastic bag and let him eat it.

The biscuit was filled with vanilla, and Mo Xiaoyu liked it quite a bit. When he was leaving, Duan Xuyan even packed a small bag for him to take home to eat.

The next day after that, the typhoon was coming, and it would land in City S in two hours. The sky began to become dark and gloomy, and the wind began to blow slowly, gradually increasing in strength.

Duan Xuyan helped the old couple of the B&B to strengthen the yard, reinforced the wooden fence around the yard with nails and wire, and took some protection measures for some flowers and plants.

The old lady treasures the white camellias she has raised for many years. She took out the big plastic bags used in typhoon days to cover the flowers, and tried her best to protect them from being damaged by typhoons.

After Duan Xuyan helped them tidy up the yard, he also went back to the place where he lived and took back all the small potted plants and succulents placed on the balcony into the house.

Looking at the dark cloud-covered sky outside the window, Duan Xuyan was a little worried about Mo Xiaoyu who was alone at home.

They had lunch together at noon, and Duan Xuyan asked Mo Xiaoyu not to go out to sleep at home because Duan Xuyan was going back to help the old couple in the homestay to deal with the typhoon.

Mo Xiaoyu still knows about typhoon days, and knows that when a typhoon comes, there will be strong wind and heavy rain outside, so he dare not go out at this time.

Duan Xuyan watched him obediently go up to the second floor before going back to the B&B in peace, and left him a lot of food and water, worried that Mo Xiaoyu wouldn't be hungry if he couldn't get through.

In the afternoon, the wind outside the window suddenly became very strong, whistling, and even the doors and windows shook slightly.

The violent storm completely swept the city, the sky seemed to have a hole, the bean-sized raindrops were desperately squeezed down, the lower streets were full of water, and even the water level of the lake in the ancient town rose come up.

This typhoon was so violent that it was much stronger than Duan Xuyan imagined. The rain had been falling for more than two hours without stopping, and the wind was getting stronger and stronger. From the window on the second floor, you could see the road of the ancient town a mess.

After dark, Duan Xuyan frowned and checked the weather text messages. It will rain until midnight, and the strongest wind is level 14.

He was too worried about Mo Xiaoyu, and he also regretted that he didn't leave him a mobile phone, otherwise he would be able to know if he was in good condition by calling at this time.

At eight o'clock in the evening, there was still wind and rain outside the window, Duan Xuyan looked at the dark window, feeling very uneasy all the time.

Until there was a snap, the whole room was suddenly plunged into darkness, and at the same time, the emergency lights on the first floor and the staircase wall were turned on.

Duan Xuyan's heart skipped a beat, he got up and went downstairs.

There are umbrellas and raincoats in the entrance on the first floor, as well as a strong flashlight for emergency use. It is windy outside and you can only wear raincoats if you can’t use the umbrella. It hit the wall with a bang.

Duan Xuyan stood in the wind and rain wearing a raincoat, looked around in darkness, even the street lights were extinguished, and the homestay next door also had no lights. The entire ancient town of Xingyu became an ancient town without lights in the typhoon.

Duan Xuyan didn't know whether the power outage was only in Xingyu Ancient Town or other places, but Xingyu Street was very close to the ancient town. He was afraid that Xingyu Street would also have a power outage, and Mo Xiaoyu was afraid of the dark. The small wall lamp I bought didn't work either.

Thinking of this passage, Xu Yan was so anxious that he took the flashlight and hurried outside, running towards the green shade in the wind and rain.

The terrain of Xingyu Street is high, and the two street lights at the stairs have gone out without any surprise.

Duan Xuyan was very thankful that he had brought a strong flashlight, which illuminated the entire staircase as if it were daytime, and also clearly illuminated the branches and fallen leaves that were blown off by the strong wind and fell to the ground.

He was anxious, going up the stairs every two or three steps, after running up the stairs, looking at the dark Xingyu Street in the wind and rain, Duan Xuyan became even more anxious.

Sure enough, there was a power outage on Xingyu Street!

He ran to the door of Mo Xiaoyu's house. The courtyard door was unlocked, so he could enter by stretching out his hand to unlock the door.

The door on the first floor was not locked without accident, and it opened as soon as it was twisted, and the room was pitch black.

Duan Xuyan held up the flashlight to shine on the stairs in the corner, and shouted, "Xiaoyu!"

On the second floor, Mo Xiaoyu's panicked and uneasy voice sounded, "Xuyan! Xuyan!"

Duan Xuyan heaved a sigh of relief when he heard his voice, put the flashlight on the coffee table, took off his wet raincoat, and didn't care about the water all over his face, let alone the second floor where Mo Xiaoyu was resting. Pick up the flashlight and go up the stairs.

This is the first time he went to the second floor, the size is about the same as the first floor, there is nothing extra, there is an old-fashioned electric fan, and there is a mattress in the corner, Mo Xiaoyu is lying on the mattress, covered with pilling The quilt, the whole person hides inside.

Seeing Duan Xuyan and Mo Xiaoyu felt particularly wronged, "It's dark, it's all dark, I can't see."

Duan Xuyan was completely relieved when he saw that people were doing well.

"Yeah, it's getting dark, so Xuyan came to look for you." Duan Xuyan sat cross-legged on the spot, with the light of the flashlight facing the corner.

As soon as he sat down, Mo Xiaoyu became anxious, humming twice, thinking Duan Xuyan was sitting too far away, stood up from the mattress under his own quilt, walked towards Duan Xuyan who was sitting on the ground with bare feet, and then sat down with her. next to him.

Duan Xuyan was still in a daze, Mo Xiaoyu had generously shared her quilt with him, straightened up her upper body and wrapped Duan Xuyan into the quilt, and said, "Together, together."

Duan Xuyan couldn't laugh or cry, "I'm not cold."

Mo Xiaoyu didn't care what he said, she insisted on draping a quilt with him and covering her head with the quilt.

Duan Xuyan turned to look at Mo Xiaoyu, who was next to his shoulder, and could smell the washing powder on his body. It wasn't that kind of fragrant smell, but it felt very clean.

After Duan Xuyan came, Mo Xiaoyu wasn't afraid at all, her almond eyes were big and bright, and there was a little excitement in her eyes, probably because she thought it was fun.

There was constant sound of wind and rain outside the window, and the strong flashlight inside the window powerfully illuminated more than half of the room. There were two people hiding under a pilled quilt that looked old.

No matter how the typhoon roars, Mo Xiaoyu is not afraid at all, he leans on Duan Xuyan tightly, as at ease as when grandma was still there.

A warm flame lived in the always simple atrium, which made Mo Xiaoyu's heart beat fast like a drum, and her face was also hot. It was uncomfortable, but not uncomfortable.

He didn't understand or understand what it was, but he knew it wasn't the same as when he was afraid.

Duan Xuyan is not grandma, not even Grandma Ying, nor Grandpa Bai, nor any old neighbor on Xingyu Street who watched him grow up. He is a "stranger" who has nothing to do with Mo Xiaoyu in the true sense.

It is also because of this that only Duan Xuyan can give him this strange feeling among so many people around him.

His mother gave birth to him and abandoned him. He is mentally incomplete and is a special person different from ordinary people. He may not understand what this is for the rest of his life, and he may not even be able to express it, but he has the ability to experience it.

Because this is the innate ability given to him by life.