The black lion stretched its body in the quiet and deep water, then dived under Feng Chen, kicked out with its four claws, and carried the half-conscious Feng Chen steadily towards the surface of the water.
The moment the water surface was broken, the quiet world became noisy again. Strong winds and huge waves came head-on and hit Feng Chen in the face, causing him to open his eyes suddenly.
Each alveolus opened greedily, sucking in the fresh air with a tin smell. He lay on the black lion's back, coughing and spitting water, and taking big gulps of air, making a wheezing sound in his throat like a bellows.
The black lion was in tune with his thoughts, and without waiting for his orders, it turned around and swam towards the underground settlement against the wind and rain.
The entrance to the resettlement site had been flooded to the last few steps, but Yan Bubu was guarding the computer case with the door-closing button and would not allow anyone to approach.
He was like a mad little beast, with red eyes, holding a stone that he had picked up from somewhere, and posing a desperate posture, crying loudly, and ready to bite anyone who came close.
"My brother hasn't come back yet. Don't close the door! Don't close the door! Wait a little longer! He will be back soon."
After all, he was just a six-year-old child, and even if he fought desperately, others could still carry him away. But everyone could hear the desperation in his voice, and see the pain and pleading in his eyes.
No one was immune to the earthquake, and everyone experienced the heart-wrenching pain of losing a loved one. The child in front of him just wanted to save his only relative, and listening to his heart-wrenching screams, even a heart of steel would soften a little.
Some people thought of their own experiences, turned their heads with red eyes and wiped their tears; some people wanted to close the door immediately, but they didn't want to go forward and pull Yan Bubu away, so they all looked at each other in silence.
The leading soldier who was originally tied to Feng Chen felt even more sympathetic. After all, if Feng Chen hadn't cut the rope, none of their team would have been able to return.
Finally, someone couldn't help but come up and pull Yan Bubu away, scolding him, "Your brother can't come back, don't you think about the other people in our resettlement site? Are you going to ignore other people's lives for your brother?"
"Wait a moment, wait a moment, he will be back soon."
Yan Bubu cried and waved stones to prevent him from getting close. Sweat and tears rolled down his face as he tightly protected the computer case behind him.
The man rushed forward and grabbed Yan Bubu's wrist. With just a little force, the stone in Yan Bubu's hand fell off. Then he lifted Yan Bubu's arm and pulled him aside, saying to others, "Quick, go and close the door."
Seeing someone approaching the computer case, Yan Bubu struggled desperately, like a dying fish thrown on the shore, flapping his body again and again. His voice was hoarse, but he still shouted: "Don't close the door, wait a little longer..."
"If you keep messing around, kid, I'll throw you out." The man who caught Yan Bubu threatened fiercely.
Yan Bubu couldn't break free of the hand that was holding him. He watched the person next to the computer case identifying the buttons. He shouted in despair, "Then throw me out, throw me out, let me go, I'll go find him..."
The leading soldier who was in the same car with Feng Chen stood up and walked to Colonel Yu, saying with a slightly tight throat: "Colonel Yu, the one who hasn't come back yet is also a child..."