In the early morning, the thick fog was everywhere, carrying a slight chill and swirling around.
Five days have passed since the Jingxian Poetry Meeting, and during this period other poetry meetings have been held one after another. The students and scholars taking part in the provincial examination have all tried their best to perform well in the poetry meetings, leave some reputation, and increase their chances in the imperial examination.
Some people invited Zhu Ping'an to participate, either sincerely or falsely, but Zhu Ping'an declined. The last time he participated in the Jingxian Poetry Meeting was just a coincidence. He was just dragged by his uncle and others to meet his friends. It was just a coincidence. He wrote poems just to protect himself.
It was still early and foggy, so there were few pedestrians on the road. The usually bustling Anqing Prefecture was unusually quiet.
Zhu Ping'an, wearing a blue cloth robe, with a schoolbag slung across his shoulder and a black wooden board in his hand, slowly appeared in the morning mist, chanting a strange tune with contentment.
"It's so cold...
Mmm, it hurts...
Hmm ah ah
... ...
Take mine and give it back to me.
Eat my food and spit it out
... "
There was no one around, so Zhu Ping'an didn't have to worry too much. He hummed the interesting tunes of the past happily, swaying and gesticulating, which was a way to stretch his arms and legs and fight the slightly chilly morning fog.
Most ancient cities have this advantage, being close to mountains and rivers. Anqing Prefecture has abundant water resources, with many lakes and rivers. The inn where Zhu Ping'an stayed was right by the Taihu Lake. It didn't take long to reach the Taihu Lake. Zhu Ping'an held a black board to find the boulder where he sat in the past.
Hard work pays off. With his persistent efforts, Zhu Ping'an's calligraphy has been slowly improving.
He put down the wooden board, took out the brush made by Zhu's father from his schoolbag, took out the bamboo tube, leaned over and reached out to the lake to fill it with water, and prepared to start writing.
Because of the thick fog, I didn't notice it just now, and when I bent over to fill the water, I was so scared that I almost dropped the bamboo tube in my hand.
Not far away in the lake, there was a patch of dark water grass, spreading out on the surface of the lake...
This reminded Zhu Pingan of a story he had read before: A boy and his girlfriend went for a walk by the river. Suddenly, his girlfriend fell into the river, and the boy jumped into the water to look for her, but he couldn't find her. He was almost entangled by water plants, and finally left the place sadly. A few years later, he revisited the place and saw an old man fishing. However, the fish the old man caught had no water plants on them. He asked the old man why there was no water plant on the fish, and the old man said: There has never been any water plants in this river. At this point, the boy suddenly jumped into the water and committed suicide.
So when Zhu Ping'an first saw the large clump of water plants, he shuddered instinctively and almost dropped the bamboo tube in his hand into the water.
I took a deep breath to calm myself down.
After all, stories are just stories, and in reality, nine out of ten things will not go according to the plot in the story.
Zhu Ping'an calmed himself down and leaned over again, reaching out to pour water, but his eyes involuntarily stared at the black water plants.
The next second, my hand trembled again. I could vaguely see clothes near the black water plants. What was going on? Someone jumped into the lake so early in the morning...
At this moment, Zhu Pingan was no longer afraid. It was a matter of life and death. He threw the things in his hands away without caring whether his shoes and robe would get wet...
thump
A sound of water
Then I saw a figure paddling into the water in a dog-paddle style. There was a loud and loud sound of water, and the calm surface of the lake began to roll.
He would never try to be brave again. Zhu Ping'an, who was soaked all over, used all his strength and choked on water several times on the way. He almost died to the lake god. With his willpower, he pulled the owner of the black water plant in the lake ashore.
After reaching the shore, Zhu Ping'an didn't even have time to catch his breath and rest. He turned the owner of the black water plants over and prepared to perform first aid.
I didn't care to look at the person in the lake, and only found out after turning him over that the owner of this piece of black water grass was a woman, with fair skin and a pretty face... ... She was a beauty, and a rare beauty. Judging from her appearance, she was still the delicate type... ...
However, when Zhu Pingan saw the girl's face, his expression was complicated.
Why is it this witch
How could this fierce, almost alien-like demon woman commit suicide by jumping into a river? She was the one who could accurately stab a small spider with a flying knife
Although there are many doubts, let’s put them aside in the face of life.
Zhu Ping'an put his hand on the girl's chest, not to take advantage of the opportunity, but to feel it to see if there was a heartbeat. Her body temperature was still hot, and he couldn't seem to feel the heartbeat.
According to the first aid knowledge he learned in his previous life, Zhu Pingan started first aid for her. He first reached out to the girl's mouth, preparing to remove the mud, weeds and other foreign objects in her mouth and nose to avoid obstructing her respiratory tract and keeping her breathing unobstructed. However, the mouth of this demon girl seemed to be quite clean, so that was it.
In an emergency, one must take the necessary measures. As people of the world, they will definitely understand. Zhu Ping'an thought so, and reached out to untie the clothes and belt that were tightly wrapped around the chest wall of the witch, so that her breathing movement would not be restricted by external forces.
If there is a heartbeat, the drainage method can be used, but this witch's heartbeat is almost undetectable, so the only options are external cardiac massage and mouth-to-mouth artificial respiration.
One Two Three Four
A gentle massage
There seems to be no response yet
Artificial respiration seems to be the only option.
Why do I feel that the plot is getting more and more like that in novels? It seems that novels also have this kind of bloody plot. The male protagonist meets a drowning woman by the lake. After some rescue and artificial respiration, and a few kisses, the female protagonist wakes up and screams, and then she is slapped and cursed as a lecher. But no matter what, the two will fall in love with each other after a tortuous and interesting process, and then play some embarrassing but interesting games together. Then time freezes on the scene of the family of three watching the sunrise or sunset, and the story ends perfectly.
Forget it, after artificial respiration, it would be good if this witch didn't stab herself a few holes.
Zhu Ping'an smiled self-deprecatingly and prepared to bend down to give this evil woman artificial respiration. Human life was at stake and there was no room for hesitation.
But reality is reality, and it has nothing to do with the story.
Zhu Ping'an just lowered his head, but before he could do anything, he saw the witch under him suddenly open her dark eyes.
Then, Zhu Ping'an felt as if he was hit in the stomach by a cow at a speed of 2,500 yards...
The whole person almost flew into the air with his hands and feet stretched forward.
thump
A sound of water
Zhu Pingan fell into the water again
I couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of saliva in the air, but it didn't matter. I fell into the water and drank three or five mouthfuls of water to replenish the spitted water.
On the shore of Taihu Lake, the evil woman opened her dark eyes and kept stretching out one leg to kick someone...