Chang Geng stood on tiptoe with difficulty, looked over from above the crowd, and shouted, "Sixteen!"
No one answered, and the crowd chasing the giant kite began to pour in in large numbers, some cheering, some calling "come", and some angrily shouting "don't crowd".
Chang Geng was hit several times, and the fire became even bigger. Qiqiao shouted, "Foster father!"
The crowd continued to rush along the dark river. Chang Geng struggled to find someone while struggling against the current. He was quickly squeezed out of sweat by the crowd of people, and the feeling of being shocked by Ju Yuan just now disappeared. A adoptive father, I don’t know how many years to live.
Chang Geng thought angrily in his heart: "Shen Shiliu is full of food. What's wrong with such a hot day? You have to run out to see people!"
At this moment, someone not far away shouted sharply: "Stop squeezing, someone fell!"
Chang Geng involuntarily glanced in the direction where the scream came from while looking left and right.
The crowd by the river became chaotic on a small scale.
"My mother, why did this really fall!"
"Go over there and find the soldier on duty!"
"Let me go! Let me go! I can't get out!"
Just as Chang Geng was about to make way for the people who were desperately pushing out, he vaguely heard someone say: "Master Sixteen, be careful!"
Chang Geng jolted, suspecting that he was too tense, he hurriedly stepped forward, reached out and grabbed a man squeezed out from the river: "Who fell? Could it be Shen Shiliu?"
The man didn't know if he heard what Chang Geng asked, and nodded randomly: "It seems to be—let me out first."
There was a "hum" in Chang Geng's head, and in the heat wave that was scorched by the giant kite, a layer of cold sweat broke out on his back at an inopportune moment. He took a deep breath and squeezed into the river against the flow of people without touching his feet. He staggered a few steps before clinging to the railing.
He looked down anxiously, and sure enough, he saw a man thrashing in the water with difficulty.
The water surface of the underground river was six or seven feet high from the ground. At first glance, it was impossible to see to the end. There was a deep chill. Large swaths of white waves cut through. , I can't see who it is.
Chang Geng took off his coat: "Give it up, please let it go!"
Someone next to him shouted, "You can't go straight down, get a rope for that boy!"
I don't know who threw a rope into Chang Geng's hand, Chang Geng caught it, raised his head and glanced at the giant kite that was almost close at hand, and still jumped down without hesitation.
"Tighten it up! Hurry up, the giant kite will be washed away!"
The dark river was arched out by a row of waves as high as one person by the giant kite that was about to slide over. Chang Geng just stepped into the water, when he was hit by the chest and held his breath. He took a sip of water first and was almost swept away. , hurriedly tightened the hemp rope hanging from the shore, and wiped his face with force.
The sound of water and the loud noise of the giant kite decelerating roared in his ears, Chang Geng's entire line of sight was filled with white waves, and he vaguely heard someone on the shore shouting: "Don't let the rope go! The giant kite is here, quickly pull the boy up, it's too late! "
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Chang Geng: "Wait a minute!"
But the noise in the water was so loud that he couldn't even hear his own voice.
He desperately waved at the people on the shore, motioning them not to pull on the rope, while trying to swim to the place where the waves were the strongest.
In the chaos, someone grabbed his hand that was groping around. Chang Geng didn't have time to think about it, and once he grabbed the man's wrist and pulled him into his arms, before he could see who it was, Ju Yuan. It has been "rumbled" over.
The people on the shore didn't dare to delay any longer, the thick rope tugged Chang Geng's waist fiercely, and it attacked with great force.
As soon as he got out of the water, he felt that the weight in his hand was wrong. Chang Geng quickly blinked the circle of water droplets around his eyelashes, and suddenly found that he was not holding Shen Shiliu at all, but an eleven or twelve-year-old child—the fake girl Cao lady.
At this moment, a long trumpet from Ju Yuan pierced into his ears like a long knife, and Chang Geng's ears were buzzing.
The people on the shore shouted and pulled the two young men up one by one, but they were still slow. Chang Geng's feet were still outside the river bank, and the giant kite was already flying non-stop. On the calf, before it arrived, the scorching fierce wind had already rolled over, making the flesh hurt.
"Fire wings can't touch!"
"Be careful!"
At this moment, a pair of pale hands suddenly stretched out, pierced through all the screams, grabbed Chang Geng's arms, and swung him up in the air. The people around him collectively exclaimed and bent over. Chang Geng felt that he was almost in danger. He flew out directly, and then he fell into a person's arms.
He couldn't help but take a deep breath, a medicinal fragrance penetrated into his nose instantly, Chang Geng raised his head sharply, and the tip of his nose almost brushed Shen Shiliu's slash-like chin.
Shen Shiliu's face was sinking like water: "I just didn't see it at a glance, you made trouble and broke out of the circle!"
Chang Geng was robbed of words by him, and he was speechless for a while.
Shen Shiliu said angrily: "There are so many officers and soldiers on the shore, do you need your little boy to save people?"
Chang Geng: ""
The heart hanging in his throat slammed back to its original place, and the blood that stopped in his chest rushed to the numb limbs like a flood. At this point, the first breath was spit out, and his internal organs were turned over. Upside down, the two were almost too soft.
Madam Cao had already been carried to the side, and she woke up with a choking cough. Shen Shiliu saw that the child was fine, so he carried Chang Geng and got out of the crowd. , while walking and scolding: "The temperature of the fire wings has not dropped yet. If you are touched by it, it can sweep away half of your legs. Are you going to be a lame person for the rest of your life? I don't know how serious it is."
Chang Geng came back trembling, nothing happened, he heard Shen Bande's first complaint from the wicked, and his anger suddenly boiled over.
He scratched his neck and roared, "I thought it was you who fell!"
Shen Shiliu raised his passionate eyebrows on his temples: "Don't make excuses, how could I fall into the river for no reason when I'm so old?"
Chang Geng: ""
His careless heart was regarded as a donkey's liver and lungs, and the heat rushed from his neck to the roots of his ears, turning red. For a while, he couldn't tell whether it was shame or anger, but it was a belly of demon fire, and Fanshui was helpless.
"Okay, don't be arguing here," Shen Shiliu reached out and touched Chang Geng's wet long hair, unbuttoned his robe and wrapped it around Chang Geng's body, "This is too messy, I won't bother with you today, Hurry home and change clothes to catch a cold."
He is quite generous!
Chang Geng angrily threw off Sixteen's hand, making a big movement, his palm hit something hard in his sleeve, and the bone of his hand hurt.
Shen Shiliu said: "Oh, that's the rouge I just bought, remember to bring it back to your mother, Chang Geng, what are you doing?"
Chang Geng didn't wait for him to say anything, then left him and ran away without saying a word.
Chang Geng actually knew that he was making trouble out of nowhere. He was purely preconceived. He only listened for one ear. He didn't see who was falling, so he panicked and slammed into the ground.
But when he thought that when he was so anxious, the color embryo was actually picking rouge next to him, and his heart ached with anger, and he couldn't suppress the fire no matter what.
Shen Shiliu was inexplicably thrown on the spot by Chang Geng, touched his nose embarrassingly, couldn't understand, so he had to blame the boys for such a moody age. The Sixteenth Master, who was a father for the first time, was a little distressed, and said to himself, "I had known that I had detained that iron fist for a day before giving it to him. It's really urgent now, how can I coax him?"
With his hands behind his back, he was near the dark river. The giant kite had already passed him with a roar. The lights at the tail flickered, and the dark river behind him slowly closed. Staring in the direction of the tail light, his eyes were not as sloppy as when he looked into the distance, and then his brows slowly wrinkled.
Suddenly, he disappeared into the crowd like a fish with a flick of his body, his feet were silent, his body was extremely fast, and he couldn't see the dawdling that he usually had to look down for a long time when he stepped over the threshold.
Chang Geng headed back home, the hot wind blew through the icy river water on his body, making him calm down a little, and the gloomy anger in his eyes gradually dissipated.
His eyes looked very much like Xiu Niang, and the outline of his face just unfolded was very deep, a little bit unlike the Central Plains people, but not very similar to foreigners, in short, a very special kind of handsome.
As soon as Chang Geng stepped into the house, he saw the old cook was looking out with a pair of small feet on his back. The old cook saw him in a state of embarrassment, and was startled at first: "Oh, how did you do this?"
"It's nothing," Chang Geng said weakly, "Someone fell into the river, so he grabbed a hand and covered himself with water."
The old cook followed behind him with small steps, and said ramble: "The madam said that the meal will not be set up, I think she is waiting for the master of Baihu—by the way, the madam will go to her room when the young master comes back. One trip, I said it was a bit of a private room between mother and son."
Chang Geng's footsteps paused, his shoulders involuntarily tensed, and after a while he nodded expressionlessly, and went back to his room to change into dry clothes. Just picked up the rouge box and went to Xiu Niang's room.
The old cook was so curious about Chang Geng and their strange mother-son relationship that she didn't dare to inquire clearly, so she had to follow the probe.
Chang Geng neatly tidied up his clothes in front of Xiuniang's door, as grandly as if he was going to see a guest.
A woman's cold and clear voice came from the room: "Come in."
Chang Geng stretched out his hand and pushed the door open. After entering the house, he looked back. The old cook who peeked met his eyes. He was startled. He hurriedly closed his eyes and looked over again. clues.
Xiu Niang's room was very dark, and she had curtained the window facing the sun on one side.
As if she could not see the light, she sat alone in a dark corner, facing a vanity mirror.
Chang Geng frowned slightly when he saw her back - Xiu Niang didn't know what medicine she had taken wrong, she was wearing a light yellow ru skirt, and the hair of an unmarried girl was also combed. Years have treated her affectionately, and the dim light in the room has easily covered up a little wrinkle at the corner of her eyes. She really looks like a young girl in her 28th year.
Chang Geng opened his mouth and was about to call her, but Xiu Niang took the lead and said, "No one else, don't call my mother - Rouge bought it back?"
Chang Geng listened, and without a word, swallowed the second "mother" back, letting his internal organs digest a crumb, then walked over, and gently threw the rouge box, which was warmed by his palm, on Xiu Niang's dressing table. superior.
"Yo, the color of this box is beautiful and bright." Xiu Niang finally showed a miserable smile.
She took a little rouge with her fingertips, put it on her pale lips, looked at herself in the mirror with interest, and asked, "Does it look good?"
Chang Geng sat on the side indifferently, without saying a word, secretly in his heart, not knowing what to do when Xiu Niang called him here when he had nothing to do.
When he was thinking like this, one eyelid suddenly jumped twice without warning, Chang Geng's heart suddenly felt, and there seemed to be some kind of ominous premonition in his heart.
At this moment, Xiu Niang said, "You can stop calling me my mother in front of outsiders in the future. The fate of our mother and son is over today."
As she spoke, she raised her radiant face after she was dressed up, and stretched out a pair of hands that looked like scallions, as if she was planning to fix Chang Geng's collar.
Chang Geng abruptly dodged back and avoided: "What do you mean?"
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