"We can't stay here any longer, let's go." Seeing the disasters that followed, Xiahou Huan'er said immediately.
"Okay." Everyone quickly packed up some important things, put on their raincoats, and left the house.
The village is in a mess, the water on the river has swollen to overflowing, some houses have collapsed, people are panic-stricken, and panicked villagers can be seen everywhere.
"Damn it." Even if this was just an illusion he created, Xiahou Huan'er still felt uncomfortable seeing the suffering of the villagers who were once kind to her.
Suddenly, a horrifying scream came from my ears: "Ah...help...help me..."
Everyone immediately turned around and saw a child falling into the river. He raised his hands high and was struggling and floating in the water. He was about to drown.
"I'll save him." Wild Rose immediately put the thing in Dongfang Xingran's hand, then quickly jumped into the river and swam towards the drowning child.
"Sister Qiangwei, be careful." Xia Houhuan'er shouted from behind her.
The current in the river was very fast, and before Wild Rose could swim across it, the child floated and sank a few times and disappeared.
Wild Rose searched for it in the river for a while, but couldn't find it, so she had no choice but to go ashore.
When Xiahou Huan'er saw her coming up alone, she knew that she had failed to save anyone, and her mood instantly dropped. A little life disappeared in front of her eyes.
An aunt's nervous call came to my ears: "Xiaohu, where are you? Xiaohu, come back quickly..."
Xiahou Huan'er looked back and saw that the little tiger that was washed away just now was the aunt's child. She was facing the wind and rain. She was not afraid of anything, but she was afraid at this moment.
She could tell her calmly that the little tiger had been washed away by the water and was probably in serious danger.
"Madam?" Wild Rose looked at Xiahou Huan'er and asked her opinion.
Before Xia Hou Huan'er could speak, Dongfang Xingran said first, "Don't tell her, just let her hold on to the last glimmer of hope."
"Xingran is right. If she knew her son had been washed away by the water and got excited, she might jump madly into the river." Xiahou Huan'er agreed with his opinion.
This kind of pain of separation of flesh and blood is not something that ordinary people can understand. She would not give up so easily if she had any hope.
The aunt ran over in the heavy rain and asked anxiously: "Have you seen my son Xiaohu?"
Xiahou Huan'er shook her head and said: "Auntie, we didn't see it. There is more and more water. We must be prepared to move."
"I have to find Xiaohu. He is my only son. Nothing can happen to him. Xiaohu, where are you, Xiaohu..." The aunt left anxiously and continued to shout Xiaohu's name loudly, even though her voice was hoarse.
Wild Rose couldn't help but sigh: "I didn't expect that Ao Po, the most emotionless person in the rumors, would be so full of emotions in his space."
These scenes, I know they are fictitious, but I feel so many emotions, they are so real.
"He just buried his feelings deep down. He suppressed his feelings for so long. Now that he has the opportunity to vent, it's strange that he doesn't show it to his fullest."
Even if she knew that this was a lie, she had not unconsciously fallen into the drama and regarded it as reality. If they were happy, she would also be happy, and if something happened to them, she would also be worried.
Wild Rose was immediately frightened: "Could he be thinking that we should experience life and death here?"
