Chapter 2: Storm

After my grandfather left the world, my ambition to be a good "yin and yang" when I was a child also died. Uncle San asked the Zhang family to stop doing "yin and yang" from now on, so my father repeatedly told me to study hard and learn from Uncle San's son Zhang Fuhong.

I kept my mouth shut in the small flag I got in front of my grandfather’s grave and never told anyone in the family. After all, it was the only thing that my grandfather used during his lifetime. My grandfather loved me the most during his lifetime. I missed people when I saw things and kept the small flag and missed my grandfather.

When I returned to the school in the provincial capital, I made up my mind to study hard. I originally planned to ask my cousin Zhang Fuhong to give me some homework, but when this kid saw me at school, he felt as if he didn't know me, which made me very embarrassed several times. The classmates in the class didn't even know that we were cousins.

My class is in Class 1 and 2. The head teacher is a young man who has just graduated from college. I only occasionally see him by the young female teacher at the school. In other times, I either didn’t pay attention to the class or didn’t know where he went. The head teacher rarely asked about the students’ learning situation in the class. I heard from my classmates that he was the son of the principal of my high school.

In desperation, I could only listen to the teacher's lectures in class myself, and never sleep or skip classes. Every time I went to class, I would take out a small flag and hold it in my hand, as if it was my grandfather who was supervising me. For a whole year, when the first year of high school ended, my grades improved dramatically, from the last to the tenth last year. This was in key middle schools. I was used to the joy of learning to solve problems, and I was used to always holding this small flag in my left hand.

Because I am a student with a very poor academic performance, I have almost no friends in the class, and my classmates don’t care much about me. When I return to my third uncle’s house at night, I cannot disturb my cousin Zhang Fuhong’s study. Therefore, when I have any worries, I will tell the little flag to the small flag. I have already regarded this small flag as my best friend. Even when I sleep, I press the flag under my pillow.

The summer vacation of high school in the first year was late July 1998. I returned to my hometown for a few days. The entire TV news reported that major rivers such as the Yangtze River, Songhua River, Pearl River, and Min River had experienced heavy floods. The floods were raging in the Pogan land. The water levels of the Yangtze River, Poyang Lake, Gan River, Fuhe River, Xin River, Rao River and Xiu River exceeded history in all aspects. The most serious flood disasters in this century have already formed. Moreover, the upper reaches of the Yellow River are about to face heavy rainstorms.

A few days later, dark clouds were pressing into the sky above ninety-four feet, which was very scary.

Those days, I always felt the small flag in my arms seemed very excited, just like a hungry wolf who discovered delicious food. Seeing the changing weather, I suddenly thought of the flagpole in the center of ninety-four feet. In the dark, I was almost sure that the small flag in my hand was the flag that was hung on the birch pole before thunder and rain.

I thought it was interesting at that time and said to Qizi: "What are you anxious about? The birch pole is gone now, and I can't hang you there." After that, I sighed. After a while, the Qizi seemed to understand what I mean. I don't know if it was my illusion, but the Qizi shook a few times.

A few days later, the storm finally came 94 zhang, and for several consecutive days there were hail mixed with thumb-sized hail, all the crops in the fields were beaten up in a mess. The old man sighed: "How great it would be if the flag protecting 94 zhang was still there!"

I heard it in my ears and thoughtful. That night, the thunderstorm was still there. I put on my raincoat and walked quietly to the birch stake in the center of 94 zhang. I thought to put the small flag on the birch stake to try the effect. Before I could take action, a thunderbolt cut through the night sky and hit the birch stake directly. The entire birch stake was struck in half by lightning and lightning and burned.

At this moment, a roar of like a beast from the sky came from Jiusizhang. All the people in Jiusizhang were alarmed and they all shouted that it was the dragon roaring. Some families living near the center of Jiusizhang discovered the burning of birch stakes. However, on such a rainy day, no one cared about the fire, and did not find me standing next to the burning birch stakes.

When the roar came, the small flag suddenly left my palm and flew into the air. I stood there stupidly, raising my head, and watching the sky at a loss.

The white lightning flashes were chained and cracked into the night, and the bean-sized raindrops hit my face and felt a slight pain. I have never seen such a terrifying rain before.

The small flag whizzed with a red lightning like fireworks in the sky. The lightning shone brightly in the sky, and from a distance, it connected one by one and slashed towards the small flag.

Although I couldn't see how high the flag flew, I could clearly feel its position in my mind. It seemed that the small flag was like my other hand. Now, this hand was facing the disaster of thunder. I was surprisingly not worried at all, but I was very excited inside.

"Come on, lightning! Slash hard!"

I took off the rain hat I wore on my head, and was wet from heavy rain, and shouted to the sky,

At that time, I didn't know what I was thinking. The voice I shouted out seemed to be from a small flag, or from mine. Anyway, my blood almost boiled at that moment, I didn't care about everything, I was passionate and excited. I raised my arms to the sky, my mind and the small flag in the sky were closely linked, waiting for the baptism with lightning.

At that moment, time, space, and the whole world seemed to have stopped, and lightning bolts rushed towards the small flag, pouring heavy rain from the sky. This scene made me feel so uncomfortable that I almost died.

The dislocation of time, space, and feelings twists my heart.

"Boom..."

"roar………………!"

"Huh! Huh!"

Thunder, wind, rain, many sounds...

When the lightning thunder was on the small flag, I felt numb all over, but my mind was unprecedentedly clear at this moment. I thought it would be great to die immediately. The discomfort was really impossible to describe in words. Anyway, I felt like I was going to explode and go crazy.

I finally couldn't help but whistle to the sky, "Ah...oh...!" I suddenly felt salty in my mouth, and I knew I must have had a nosebleed.

I shouted out the depression that was stuffy in my chest and vented my discomfort...
Chapter completed!