Ye Yaodong excitedly swept his flashlight around. There were neither a great many nor very few on the ground-a dozen or so lay scattered nearby.
He shone his flashlight farther out, too, wondering whether there were any more in the distance. After all, the wind had been blowing nonstop, and the waves were crashing thunderously beside them.
"Hurry up and pick them up. Stop shining that thing everywhere. Get the ones at your feet first."
"Right!"
Ye Yaodong crouched down, picking them up as he said happily, "They're so big! Send us some more!"
"Yes, yes, blow some more over here..."
Gust after gust swept past, carrying sheets of rain. However fierce the wind and rain grew, they did nothing to dampen the father and son's excitement. At that moment, they wished the typhoon would blow even harder and the waves would rise even higher.
The rain really did come in sheets, sweeping past like stroke after stroke of a broom, rattling and pattering.
Just as the father and son were crouching there enthusiastically gathering their haul, Ye Chenghai's eyes nearly bulged out at the window. He pressed his whole body against it, squashing his features out of shape.
He had simply been too excited. With a typhoon blowing today, their roof wasn't leaking for the first time ever. All three siblings were thrilled, and the inexplicable excitement of the power outage had made them even rowdier in their room. He had only come out for some tea because he was thirsty.
He hadn't expected to see two people crouching outside their front door, seemingly picking up fish.
Fish?
Aah, aah, aah!
He turned his head, his mouth opening and closing as he shouted into the house.
Before long, Ye Yaopeng put on a straw raincoat and ran outside too.