Chinese entertainment starts with Hong Shixian

Chapter 391 Si Teng
A fierce gale howled in gusts.

Each sweep was like a mountain, pressing down on the tall coconut trees, banyan trees, and wampee trees, causing them to bend and droop.

The once lush and upward-reaching tree canopy was bent into a slicked-back shape, swaying precariously in the strong wind, as if it might break at any moment, yet it remained steadfast.

A few leaves, wood chips, and some broken leaf fragments were stuck to the windowpane.

Looking at the raging wind outside the window, Jing Tian was initially excited, curious, shocked, and found it unbelievable.

But less than ten minutes later, she fell silent, a hint of worry appearing between her brows.

There was even a hint of fear and apprehension.

She didn't think what she expected.

Faced with this terrifying natural disaster, she did not feel particularly novel or excited.

A fierce gust of wind suddenly blew through the narrow gap in the window, accompanied by a piercing whistling sound.

The howling was like the wailing of ghosts and wolves, sending chills down one's spine.

Fortunately, the guesthouse Qi Hui chose was very nice.

The windows are not floor-to-ceiling windows, but they do not affect the amount of natural light. In addition, there are security bars on the outside, which can reduce the impact of strong winds to some extent.

With the addition of pre-applied transparent tape, she didn't need to worry about the windows being damaged in the typhoon.

Even so, she still felt a little uncomfortable listening to the shrieking sound coming from the crack.

Qi Hui wiped his hands and came out from the bathroom and kitchen.

The window here is leaking water; he was just fixing it.

As soon as he returned, he found Jing Tian standing alone.

He immediately hugged her from behind.

"Honey, what are you thinking about?"

"Hmm...it's nothing." Jing Tian rubbed against Qi Hui and reached out to hug his thick waist.

The familiar scent and warmth enveloped her, and the strong arms brought a sense of security to her anxious heart.

"What do you think the locals do in this kind of weather?" Jing Tian couldn't help but ask.

"Just go to sleep," Qi Hui laughed. "They're used to it. They'll wake up after a good night's sleep and the typhoon will be over."

"The next day, work continued as usual, reconstruction continued as usual, and everything went smoothly."

This wasn't Qi Hui talking nonsense; it was something his roommate from Hainan Province said when he was in college.

Later, with the development of short video platforms, Qi Hui also saw some comments from netizens in Hainan Province.

It was discovered that after the typhoon passed, in addition to work and reconstruction, they also had an extra activity: picking coconuts.

They don't cry when a typhoon hits; but they really do cry when they don't find any coconuts after the typhoon has passed.

"Forget it, let's play on our phones." Jing Tian pulled Qi Hui to lie down on the sofa and took out her phone.

Before he could finish speaking, the lights in the room flickered and then went out abruptly.

The room suddenly went dark.

power cut!
Jing Tian was stunned, somewhat surprised and shocked, as this was the first time she had ever seen a power outage.

The room wasn't completely dark; it wasn't pitch black yet, leaving some visibility.

But this thin visibility is actually more unpleasant.

It was as if only these rays of light remained in the world, making people feel inexplicably depressed and suffocated.

Noticing Jing Tian's change in mood, Qi Hui immediately turned on the emergency light that he had prepared beforehand.

The reappearance of the lights calmed Jing Tian's emotions somewhat.

Qi Hui picked her up and sat her on the sofa: "Shall I tell you a story?"

“Okay.” Jing Tian nodded.

"What do you want to hear?"

"A love story... not like 'The Vanished Girl'!" Jing Tian snorted.

“Okay.” Qi Hui shrugged and casually made up a story: “There’s a young, handsome guy, um, like me.”

"He loves adventure and wilderness survival. One day, he went to play in the primeval forest..."

Qi Hui lived through the era of information explosion, and had read all kinds of online articles, short videos, and short dramas. He could easily make up a few stories on the spot.

"And then?" Jing Tian asked; "What did he encounter in the primeval forest?"

"This handsome young man encountered a wild boar in the forest. You know how ferocious wild boars are; didn't we encounter one in Jinling last time?" Qi Hui fabricated the story.
"He was dodging wild boars and running for his life when he accidentally fell into a cave and was injured and bleeding."

"What happened next? Did you encounter any monsters?" Jing Tian asked curiously.

"Did the bleeding trigger the seal, releasing the sealed monster or zombie?" "Uh... huh?" Qi Hui suddenly had a flash of inspiration and immediately nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, but it's not releasing, it's resurrecting."

"His blood resurrected a female monster named Siteng..."

With Jing Tian's interruption and Qi Hui's own fabrication, things inexplicably started to gravitate towards "Si Teng".

Qi Hui did not resist and slowly recounted Si Teng's story from beginning to end.

Jing Tian leaned against Qi Hui's chest, listening to his story, her smile growing sweeter and sweeter.

The typhoon outside the window is terrifying, but with Qi Hui here, that's enough.

[If you ask me if Lingnan is a bad place, I'd say, "Where my heart finds peace is my home."]

Sometime later, Jing Tian fell into a deep sleep, sleeping soundly.

Typhoon days are the perfect time to sleep.

Qi Hui held her in his arms and took out his phone to search for Si Teng.

I discovered that this novel has already started serialization.

Qi Hui immediately sent a message to Xiao Yang, asking her to contact the author and buy the copyright.

The power is out now, but the internet is still connected.

With an idea in mind, Qi Hui originally intended to start writing the script directly.

However, upon seeing Jing Tian sleeping in his arms, Qi Hui abandoned the idea.

It's just a script; when can't it be written?

What if we wake Jing Tian up?

What if Jing Tian wakes up and doesn't see him?

So I'm stopping writing now and going to sleep!
……

When I woke up the next morning, the typhoon had passed.

The road outside the window was a mess, littered with trash, broken branches, and countless leaves.

There were also fallen trees lying across the road, and broken power lines hanging down.

Not only electrical wires, but also telephone lines and fiber optic cables used for communication were broken.

Traffic was paralyzed, communications were paralyzed, and power lines were paralyzed.

The situation is very serious; it represents systemic and catastrophic damage to the city.

Fortunately, there were almost no casualties, and many people began to come out of their homes to pick up the coconuts that had fallen to the ground.

Since things have come to this, let's just pick up a few coconuts to recoup our losses.

Qi Hui picked up his phone, and unsurprisingly, an accident occurred.

My phone, which had internet access yesterday, has no signal now.

Over the walkie-talkie, Qi Hui exchanged a few words with Lao Ling and Xiao Zhang.

Old Ling fell asleep quickly last night, but Xiao Zhang and Tang Yixin were worried all night and didn't fall asleep until around midnight, after the typhoon had passed.

Downstairs, whistles sounded, and several people in camouflage appeared, seemingly shouting something.

"A rescue team?" Xiao Zhang asked curiously.
"No, it's the militia." Old Ling's tone suddenly became excited: "Let's go, let's join the militia for disaster relief."

With the water and electricity cut off for the past few days, if he doesn't slip away, his wife might squeeze him dry.

Once or twice is fine, but if it goes on for five or six days... he definitely won't make it!

"Huh?" Xiao Zhang was bewildered: "Can the militia be temporarily recruited?"

This kind of thing definitely requires investigation, political vetting and the like, right?
"Yes," Qi Hui said. "In emergency situations during disaster relief, we can allow [on-site formation], and those with professional skills can participate in militia work."

It seems my roommate was right; disaster prevention work was inadequate, and the government didn't have enough manpower.

“But we don’t have any professional skills,” Xiao Zhang said.

“Idiot, we’ve done basic training, that’s professional skills!” Old Ling said.

All three of them participated in basic training in order to act in the play.

In particular, he and Qi Hui experienced basic training from beginning to end.

"Senior brother is right!" Qi Hui shouted, "Get your ID cards and come downstairs!"

The three men spoke briefly with their respective female relatives and then quickly went downstairs.

How could I possibly miss something like this?
I can understand why they wouldn't let me go into battle; after all, I've never been to a company-level unit and I'm not qualified.
But it's unreasonable that I'm not allowed to participate in disaster relief and rescue operations.

We have to go now, otherwise we won't have a chance once the active duty troops arrive!
Jing Tian and the other two did not stop them, and watched as Qi Hui and the other two bravely rushed downstairs.

(End of this chapter)