Dark clouds enveloped, a heavy rain was imminent, the branches were bent by the strong wind, and the youth ran past the door against the direction of the wind.
There stood a red house halfway up the mountain, operating as a guesthouse.
Xie Qingze emerged from the red house and called out to the youth, "Ah Na, it's about to rain. Where are you going?"
"My sister hasn't come back yet, I'm going to look for her."
The young boy replied hastily, put on a raincoat, and ran further and further away. Thunderstorms in the mountains were very dangerous, and Xie Qingze, concerned, went back inside to notify someone. He had a guest today, his elder brother Xie Liangjiang had come.
"You go back to the imperial capital first."
After saying his piece, Xie Qingze grabbed an umbrella and hurried out the door, but paused suddenly after stepping down the stairs.
"Brother, I ask a favor of you."