Xu Qiao looked up and saw thick clouds pressing against the sky, so heavy that they seemed ready to fall at any moment. The already bad weather became even darker, and the rain was dripping down.
Xu Siyi next to him reached out to wipe the water off his face, "It's raining."
Xu Qiao quickened his pace and put the knocked-down sandstone into his backpack.
Hou Yingfan couldn't help but complain: "The program crew didn't even pick a good day for recording."
Wanting to say a few more words, Hou Yingfan remembered that the show was still being broadcast live, so he shut his mouth in dissatisfaction.
Ying Wenlin covered his forehead with one hand and helped Fan Menghua climb up with the other hand: "Let's find a place to avoid the rain."
Xu Qiao carried a backpack, which contained not only his sandstone but also a few extra pieces for Yu Feipeng. It was quite heavy. As he climbed up, he was pulled down by the weight of the sandstone.
Xu Siyi went up first, turned around and stretched out a hand to him. Xu Qiao put his hand on it, clasped his palms together, and used his strength to reach up.
Several people ran under the trees to avoid the rain, and the cameramen also quickly took out the rain covers.
The island was covered with dense trees with lush branches and leaves. Several people hid under the trees, and raindrops rolled down sporadically through the gaps between the leaves.
Thinking about what the production crew said before they came, they had contacted the Meteorological Bureau and it would be just a little rain at best and it should stop soon.
Unexpectedly, after waiting under the tree for a while, the rain not only showed no signs of stopping, but it got heavier, with occasional flashes of lightning in the clouds.
The rain is getting heavier.
Didn't they say it was just a little rain? There's water on the lens, so I can't see clearly.
The weather looks a bit scary, it seems like a storm is coming
It's thundering, stay away from the tree
The rain had already affected the filming effect. I was afraid that the camera would get wet, so after communicating with the program crew, I turned off the equipment and the live broadcast was interrupted.
The wind was getting stronger and stronger, and his clothes were fluttering, making a dull sound. Xu Qiao looked up at the lightning that was looming between the clouds. Heavy rainfall would reduce visibility, and strong air movement would also interfere with flight. In addition, lightning was even more dangerous, so it would be difficult for the helicopter to come over.
Sure enough, after a while, the body camera came over to convey the news from the program team: "Teachers, the situation is a bit troublesome now."
"What's wrong?" Fan Menghua looked unhappy. "When did they say they would come to pick us up?"
Hou Yingfan glanced over and snorted, "Are you going to leave us here in this storm?"
The cameraman looked a little embarrassed and laughed awkwardly: "How could that be? It's just that the thunderstorm affects flight safety. The helicopter can't come over. They are trying to contact the boat, so it may be a little slower. The director said to let the teachers go to the indigenous camp to take shelter from the rain first."
Upon hearing that a ship was coming to pick them up, Fan Menghua's face looked a little better.
The few of them returned to the native camp along the same route. On the way, Xu Qiao plucked a few leaves from a nearby broad-leaved tree, rolled them up and intertwined them with each other, and in a few seconds he made a hat to keep out the rain.
After putting it on the oldest Yu Feipeng, Xu Qiao plucked a few more leaves, and saw Fan Menghua, Ying Wenlin and others looking at him eagerly.
Tilting his head slightly, Xu Siyi wiped the rain off his face and looked at him sincerely.
Xu Qiao: “…”
Each person made one, and when it was Hou Yingfan's turn, he turned his head and habitually put on airs: "I don't need it."
"Oh." Xu Qiao withdrew his hand and put the hat on his head very naturally.
Seeing that Xu Qiao didn't say much, Hou Yingfan, who was always respected and complimented, twitched his eyelids.
If I say I don't need it, you really won't give it to me?
Seeing that even the cameraman had a hat to keep out the rain, Hou Yingfan was so angry that his head ached. He ripped off a leaf and barely covered his head with it.
The group of people looked a little funny as they were wearing rain hats woven from green broad leaves.
Fan Menghua looked up at the green shade hanging above her head and liked the hat very much: "Don't mention it, this green hat is really nice-looking."
Several men present couldn't help but stop and ask, what hat
After returning to the native camp in the wind and rain, the extras also received news from the program crew.
There were quite a few shacks built here for the show effect. They were originally used as scenery, but now they can be used to take shelter from the rain and rest. A group of people discussed and vacated a few shacks for the guests.
Ying Wenlin touched his stomach. Since the recording of the program till now, he had only eaten some compressed biscuits besides the roast suckling pig. His physical strength had been almost exhausted. He couldn't help but ask, "Are there any more roast suckling pigs?"
"How could that be possible?" The native extra who was beaten into autism by Xu Qiao and Xu Siyi came out and said, "That roast suckling pig is a prop. We only prepared one."
"Who would have thought it would rain so hard? The production team originally told us that they would deliver the supplies in the evening, and there is nothing to eat on the island right now."
Ying Wenlin's face darkened. He thought that if he just endured it a little longer, the boat sent by the program crew would be here soon, so it wouldn't be a big problem to be hungry for a while.
After chatting for a while, they returned to their assigned shacks to wait for shelter. They were not too worried, thinking that the production crew would come later, so they just waited.
Xu Qiao and Xu Siyi were assigned to a shack.
The shed was made of rough wood in a semicircle, forming a triangle with the ground. The top was simply covered with mud and covered with a few layers of palm leaves. The interior was narrow and there were no beds, so people could only sit on the ground.
Xu Qiao bent down and walked in, pressing the ground with his fingers. If the ground was dry, it would be fine to sit on it, but now it was raining, and the rain water flowed in, making the soil wet and muddy.
He sighed and half-knelt on the ground.
Xu Siyi also bent over and came in. Seeing a hole in the ground under his feet, he was silent for a moment, then squatted down like Xu Qiao.
The height and space of the shack were limited. The two of them were huddled together, squatting on the ground staring at each other, and their legs became numb after a while.
Xu Siyi straightened the green hat on his head and said, "I'll go pick some palm leaves and spread them on the ground."
Xu Qiao hummed, "I'll go too."
I don’t know when the production crew will come. It’s so tiring to wait here like this.
When Xu Qiao walked out, he saw Fan Menghua squatting alone in the shed, rubbing her arms with a look of despair on her face. She probably hated the dirt on the ground. When she saw Xu Qiao and the others, her eyes lit up: "Where are you going?"
Xu Qiao pointed to the palm trees that could be seen everywhere on the island and said, "Pick some leaves and spread them on the ground. You can sit down and take a rest."
"I'll go too." Fan Menghua called Ying Wenlin and started picking leaves together.
The wind was blowing fiercely through the forest, and Xu Qiao helped pass the leaves to Fan Menghua. After Fan Menghua had gone out for a while, he felt cold all over, his teeth chattered as he thanked her, and he spread the leaves on the ground while shivering.
"Thank you, Xu Qiao."
Xu Qiao saw that she was not wearing much, just a long-sleeved cotton dress, the hem of which was mostly wet. He frowned slightly, took off his coat and handed it to her: "Teacher Fan."
Fan Menghua was stunned for a moment and was about to refuse when Xu Qiao had already put his coat on her.
The vaguely revealed tough attitude made Fan Menghua feel a few pink bubbles in her heart.
Looking at Xu Qiao's back, she burst into tears. If she were 20 years younger, there would be no place for other girls for such a considerate boy.
When he returned to his shack, Xu Siyi had already spread several thick layers of leaves on the ground. The bottom layer was made of hard palm leaves, and on top was a layer of soft broad leaves.
At least it won’t hurt you when you sit on it.
Huddled in the shack, Xu Qiao looked outside.
The rain was getting heavier and heavier, hitting the leaves with a crackling sound. Fortunately, these shacks were built on higher ground, so there was no accumulation of water.
"I don't know when the ship will arrive." Xu Siyi pinched a piece of grass and turned it occasionally.
He looked up at Xu Qiao, who was sitting on the ground, looking into the distance, not knowing what he was thinking.
A few drops of rain floated in and fell on his face, hanging on his eyelashes and sliding down as he blinked.
Seeing Xu Qiao's missing coat and the movement of rubbing his arms unconsciously to keep warm, Xu Siyi paused, took off his coat and put it on him.
The moment the clothes touched the body, Xu Qiao's body stiffened and he subconsciously held down his hand.
Xu Siyi was stunned for a moment.
The hand that pressed on him was very strong, with a bit of inexplicable panic. He didn't understand why Xu Qiao reacted so strongly.
Xu Qiao turned his head, and Xu Siyi found that his eyes were red and his expression was fragile. When he saw clearly that it was him, he didn't know whether his expression was regretful or something else.
Xu Siyi whispered: "You—"
As soon as I said this, the cameraman came over.
"Teachers, the director team said that the wind and waves are very strong and the boat cannot go out to sea. You may have to stay here for one night."
Xu Siyi nodded, and the cameraman called out to other guests and informed them.
Turning his gaze back to Xu Qiao's face, Xu Siyi found that his expression had returned to normal. The expression just now seemed like an illusion.
Seeing the rain falling on him, Xu Siyi said, "Come in, don't catch a cold in the rain."
Xu Qiao responded and sat down. He opened his backpack, ate two bites of compressed biscuits with water, and then closed the package and put it back into his backpack.
Xu Siyi glanced at him and tore open the compressed biscuit package: "Those two bites are enough?"
Xu Qiao glanced outside and lowered his eyelashes: "The rain may not stop tomorrow."
The implication is that the production team may not be able to send a boat tomorrow. The wind and waves are too strong, and it is very dangerous for the boat to go out to sea. If no one comes to pick us up, the shortage of food will be very troublesome.
Xu Siyi chewed the hard compressed biscuits and frowned slightly when he heard Xu Qiao's words. He looked at the sky outside, slowed down his chewing speed, and put the biscuits back into his backpack.
It was only a little after six in the afternoon, but the sky was as dark as ink because of the storm.
The production crew had taken away their cell phones and other things before they arrived. There was nothing to entertain them. Xu Qiao yawned and said, "Let's get some sleep. Save your energy."
Then he lay on the ground.
Xu Siyi hummed and lay down next to him. The shack was small, and the two bodies could not help but stick together.
Xu Qiao didn't care. He put the coat that Xu Siyi gave him on their stomachs and closed his eyes.
Xu Siyi thought he would not be able to sleep as it was still early, but as he listened to the sound of rain outside, he gradually felt sleepy.
In the second half of the night, Xu Siyi was awakened from his sleep by a loud thunder.
As soon as I woke up, I felt a burning sensation in my arms.
He lowered his eyes and saw that Xu Qiao had rolled into his arms at some point. His body was incredibly hot, and it was obvious that he had a fever.
Xu Siyi touched his back and found it was completely wet.
Looking up, he saw that water was seeping from the top of Xu Qiao's body. The cold rain seeped in through the gaps between the leaves and soaked half of his body.
The person in my arms was shaking unconsciously.
Xu Siyi frowned and sat up.
Xu Qiao discovered in a daze that the heat source was gone, and he groped his way back to it.
"Wait a moment." Xu Siyi held his hand and whispered.