Li Qiao saw a flood for the first time and shook with fear, "Old Mrs. Qin, it won't come over here, will it?"
"Just watch, it's still far from here. Don't be afraid."
Li Qiao, unable to leave Old Mrs. Qin behind and unable to ignore her, braved the rain to move two bags of sand to block the front door.
Fortunately, the water receded when it nearly reached the threshold, and she was preparing to go to school the next day when the team leader, with a grave look on his face, came to her door.
The other party said a person was found by the roadside, who resembled Qin Jin in dress and stature.
Li Qiao wondered, "There are so many people who look similar, what's so strange about that?"
"He's dead, and we all think it's Jin, but we can't be sure, so we came to take you to identify the body."
Clang! The tea Old Mrs. Qin was preparing for the team leader fell to the ground, and she slumped back weakly.
