The peace in Dago was completely broken after lunch.
The originally bright and clear sky turned dark from the sea almost instantly. And spread to the sky above the entire Dagu.
The gong of the Yamen sounded, warning everyone to go home and hide, and not to stay outdoors anymore.
"My lord, my lord! Save my man! Save my man!"
A woman, holding a small child in her arms, ran towards the man who sounded the gong.
"Go home quickly! Go home quickly!
"Stop running! Stop running around!"
The man who sounded the gong shouted at her.
But the woman knelt down to him regardless, holding the infant child in her arms and kowtowing to him, "Please, sir! If something happens to him, what will happen to me and the child?"
"He didn't listen to the advice and secretly left the port early this morning! Now it seems that the storm is coming!
"Please, sir, send someone to rescue them!"
The woman cried and begged.
The whistling wind has begun to blow.
The woman's thin body, kneeling there, was swaying like a yellow leaf in the autumn wind.
"Come in quickly! Come into the house!"
the gong man shouted at her.
Because the wind is getting louder and louder, people's voices will be broken if they don't shout loudly.
The woman shook her head, "Please, sir, send someone to rescue them!"
"You come into the room first! Come into the room and say it! Why don't you hold a child in your arms!" The gong beater was so blown by the wind that he couldn't open his eyes.
The child in the woman's arms was blown by the wind and began to cry loudly.
The gong ringer didn't care about the "prevention of men and women." He rushed forward, grabbed the woman, and said, "Go into the room and say..."
A strong wind blew, and there seemed to be a rapid cyclone in the wind.
The two of them staggered due to the wind.
The gong ringer almost fell down, "You don't want to live, don't you? If you don't want to live, don't your children want to live either?"
The gong ringer was already a little angry.
How could there be such a stubborn person?
"If he can't come back, we can't survive...
"It's better to die with him..."
The woman's face was ashen, and her eyes filled with tears showed no hope of survival.
"Oh, don't..."
The strong wind blew up the gong ringer. He screamed and was swept up by the wind. He fell headfirst into the grass a few meters away.
When he struggled to get up from the grass, the woman was missing.
Only in the strong wind can I hear the cry of a baby.
"Over there!" he heard Master Que shout.
The rain poured down and the wind howled.
People can't see at all in such wind and rain, and can't see anything clearly.
The gong knocker clung to the ground and crawled towards the yamen door.
He didn't dare to get up. The wind was so strong that if he got up, he would be blown away by the wind.
In the wind and rain, he couldn't even tell whether it was the cry of a child or the sound of a cyclone in the wind.
Ouch, especially heart-wrenching...
Crash--
There was a sound of roof tiles being lifted up and then hitting the ground.
The gong knocker held his head. Fortunately, the tiles did not hit him, but the shattered tiles and the splashing fragments splashed on him.
There was a crackling sound, which made him want to cry for his father and mother.
"Walk--"
I don't know who it was, but he picked up his arms on both sides, held him up, and rushed into the Yamen quickly.
His eyes were filled with tears blown by the wind. It took a while before his vision returned to clarity.
When he opened his eyes, he saw Master Que all wet, from head to toe, in a miserable state.
In Master Que's arms, there was a child.
Isn't this swaddle... the one held by the woman just now?
"What about the woman?" the gong ringer asked blankly.
Master Que shook his head, lowering his eyes and looking helplessly at the little man in his arms.
The gong ringer looked to his left and right again, and the two brothers Wen Yuanjie and Jiang Shuo were holding him back.
Their clothes were also soaked, and there was a cut on Jiang Shuo's face. It wasn't like he was scratched by something.
"She said that her man secretly went to sea..." the gong ringer said.
The room was silent, no one spoke.
The sound of wind, rain, and rumbling outside the house...the sound of something being pushed down by the wind can be heard all the time.
Wen Yuanjie suddenly wiped his face, "I know now... I would rather we make a 'joke', even if we are ridiculed.
"It's better than encountering such a storm..."
As a young man, he saw the power of nature.
I also realize my own insignificance and ignorance.
Under the "destruction" of nature, personal face, honor and disgrace seem so small and not worth mentioning.
"Boom——"
The sound was a bit far away, but you could still hear it. It was the sound of a weak house being blown down by the wind.
Wen Yuanjie turned around, lay on the table, and cried silently.
His shoulders shrugged, and he didn't cry, but it hurt.
How many people were hiding in the house that was blown down?
When strong winds hit and the house shook, were they ever afraid? Have you ever been desperate?
Have they ever regretted that before noon, they were still teasing and joking, saying that they wished the storm would come soon so that they could see what kind of storm it was that scared "that lady" in Kyoto?
There are many people in the yamen.
But at this time, apart from the sound of wind and rain, no human voice could be heard.
Their expressions were gloomy and they looked at each other speechlessly.
"Wow……"
I wonder if the depressing atmosphere here has made the infant feel it.
He opened his mouth and cried.
Everyone looked towards Mr. Que.
Master Que was stiff all over... When she saw the mother and son being blown up by the wind, she flew out without hesitation, trying to drag the mother and son back.
She wanted to tell the woman not to despair.
She is just a person. As long as she doesn't lose heart, she can get through it and live on!
The empress is already thinking of ways to open up a way out for the woman.
In the future, women will not have to rely on men, but they will also be able to find financial resources, be able to stand on their own feet, and live well!
Women can also support their own destiny...
But the woman never had the chance to listen to Mr. Que explain this to her.
The speed of that whirlwind was too fast.
Master Que was blown by the wind and her eyes were squinted. She couldn't see where the woman was blown.
She followed the crying sound and touched the child in the grass...
"I..." Master Que licked his dry lips, "I have never held a child. You... who of you can?"
Looking at her stiff posture with her arms crossed... I don't know whether the child is more uncomfortable or she is more uncomfortable.
Only she and Banxia are women here.
But these two women are not married, let alone have children.
She looked at Banxia, and Banxia stared at her.
Not only did Banxia not move forward, she also took two steps back and shook her head repeatedly.
"I'll do it." Jiang Shuo stepped forward.
"You?" Master Que looked at him suspiciously.
Jiang Shuo nodded, "When I was exiled, I hugged all my younger brothers and sisters."
Master Que looked startled.
Jiang Shuo had already taken the child from her arms with skillful movements.
His posture looked soft and comfortable. He was gently rocking the child and humming something.
In his gentle and low voice, the tense atmosphere in the yamen finally relaxed.
The little baby in his arms finally fell asleep.
