Feng Chen thought for less than half a minute, quickly got up from the sofa, went to the storage room and took out a set of children's warm clothes and down jacket for Yan Bubu to wear, and then put on thick cotton socks and snow boots.
Finally, they grabbed a blanket and a raincoat and wrapped him up completely, making him look like a big cocoon.
The night in Haiyun City is a lonely dead city, with only a little light coming through the window of a building in the west of the city.
At this time, the window on the fifth floor was pushed open, and a huge black lion jumped into the water, pushing the hovercraft that was drifting away to the window. A young man in a raincoat turned out holding a large silk cocoon and landed steadily on the hovercraft.
The wind was howling, bringing with it icy rain. Feng Chen bent his back to block the wind for Yan Bubu, while Black Lion jumped into the water and pushed the hovercraft forward.
There was a gas lamp on the bow, illuminating the surrounding waters and faintly outlining the contours of the buildings that emerged from the water.
Black Lion pushed the hovercraft forward and finally stopped in front of an overturned giant ship in the center of the city.
This was a beehive ship that was washed into the city during the tsunami, and no one knew which one it was. Feng Chen held Yan Bubu in his left hand and climbed up the iron railing outside the ship with his right hand, while Black Lion followed closely behind him with a gas lamp in his mouth.
After climbing onto a small platform two stories high, Feng Chen sat down with Yan Bubu in his arms, his legs hanging over the boat, gazing at the sea in the distance in the dark night.
Black Lion put down the gas lamp and squatted beside him.
Feng Chen glanced at his watch and said, "Yan Bubu, there are still five minutes left. In five minutes you will be seven years old."
He carefully adjusted Yan Bubu's position in his arms and then removed the blanket from his face.
The child lay quietly in his arms, his face pale and his chest still. If it weren't for the occasional wisp of white air coming out of his nose, he would have seemed to have no signs of life.
"I'm sorry, the rain hasn't stopped and there are no stars in the sky." Feng Chen took one of his hands out of the blanket and held it tightly in his palm.
"But I still want to bring you here, just like you drew, on your birthday, we'll sit on the boat together. But when you turn eight, the rain will definitely stop, and there will be stars in the sky, and I'll bring you here again. On your ninth birthday, tenth, eleventh, twelveth... on every birthday after that, I'll take you to see the stars."
Feng Chen looked down at Yan Bubu and saw a wisp of rain floating on his eyelashes and condensing into a small drop of water.
He reached out and wiped away the water droplet, but the skin his fingers touched was so cold that there was not even a trace of heat.
He slowly lowered his head and buried his face in Yan Bubu's ear, without moving for a long time.
The rain was gradually getting lighter, and the cold wind swept away the increasingly lighter raindrops, which turned into water mist and disappeared in the air, sweeping away the low sobs as well.
"You should just turn into a zombie, don't die, please don't die, you should just turn into a zombie... Ah Wu Bang Ga Adausia..."
Feng Chen's tears flowed into Yan Bubu's neck, warming up the cold skin there. After a long time, he raised his head with tears on his face, reached out to wipe the water stains on Yan Bubu's face, and hugged him tightly in his arms.
The cold wind blew in and out of the holes in the ruins, howling non-stop. Feng Chen then slowly realized that the rain that had been falling had disappeared.