"Mom..." the little boy lay on the bed, whispering weakly.
The fire started from the bed curtain and the quilt first, and the gorgeous purple-brown bed curtain collapsed, and the silk quilt wrapped around the child stuck tightly to the boy's skin, mushing into charred black fibers.
The fire was burning very big, and the strange thing was that the boy in the center of the fire didn't move, letting the flames lick his body, crying in despair.
There was thick smoke billowing in the room, Fang Daichuan was startled, and immediately took off his jacket to beat the flames on the bed curtain. The child lay in the fire crying in despair, neither moving nor running away. Fang Daichuan was so angry that he didn't care about the burning fire. After reducing the surrounding flames a bit, he reached into the flames with one hand, grabbed the child's shoulders from the outside, and pulled him out with only one hand. In the ring of fire.
The boy's crying became more intense, and Fang Daichuan rushed to his heart. He didn't feel burning pain in his arm at that moment, but the thick smoke choked into his trachea, and he held back the urge to cough.
As soon as the child was pulled out of the fire ring, Niu Xinyan rushed up immediately and hugged the child.
Fang Daichuan glanced at the scene from the corner of his eye, and found a copper candlestick lying on the side of the bed curtain.
As soon as Yang Song came in, he rushed straight into the bathroom to run water. There was no plastic basin in the bathroom. Yang Song bundled his clothes into a tube, dragged them all the way on the floor, and poured water into the flames. It's a pity that the fire has already ignited, and the water cannot be rescued for a while.
Fang Daichuan quickly glanced around, the wooden floor was curled up by the high temperature, and was soon engulfed by the flames, and the area was getting bigger and bigger. In the face of the flames that have already formed a prairie fire, there is no need for a combustion aid or flammable products. Wooden floors, plastics, cloth cotton, artificial fibers, and everything that can be ignited are its sacrifices. Fang Daichuan was a little anxious, and was forced to take a few steps back by the flames. He quickly realized that the flames had to be extinguished in this room before they spread to other rooms and formed an irreversible situation. Otherwise, if you are lucky, you will only burn down the entire villa. If the rain seeps in quickly and the wood outside is completely dried out, whether this small island full of woods can survive or not is a damn thing.
He looked around for something he could use. The bed curtain was charred black like a hydrangea with only its skeleton left. The bedside table was made of wood and had been burned in the flames. The dressing table was also made of wood with several huge drawers.
drawer
Fang Daichuan was stunned for a moment, he came to his senses, quickly squatted down, and pulled out several drawers.
I was in a hurry just now and didn't feel any pain, but now that my burned right hand was pressed against the cabinet, there was a sharp pain.
The burning pain is no better than a sharp instrument stabbing, the pain is not in the skin, but in the deep muscles. The pain spread from a deep place to the skin, bouncing and bouncing, intensified.
Fang Daichuan was so painful that his hands were shaking, he gritted his teeth and pulled out a few drawers. He threw one to Yang Song, picked up the other by himself, and began to take turns collecting water to put out the fire.
Niu Xinyan sat down in the corner, hugging her son.
The child's cries were getting smaller and smaller, Niu Xinyan desperately called his baby name, the situation was sad and powerless, Fang Daichuan turned his face away, a little bit unbearable to watch.
Although the child was weird and terrifying, Fang Daichuan said several times that he wanted to strangle him to death, but when he really saw a fresh life passing away in such a cruel way, he really felt unbearable and desolate. Perhaps human beings' deliberate care for their cubs is written in their genes. Fang Daichuan thought he was not a saint, but when the child was really about to die, he still felt a little sympathetic.
Niu Xinyan hugged the boy tightly, pressed the boy's head on her chest, and wet marks hit the boy's scorched skin with big drops. She was wearing a nightgown with a deep V neckline that was cut very low, revealing two white half-curves, her chest was covered with moisture from the night rain, and she pressed the boy's head in the gully between the half-curves.
Yang Song saw it from the side, and felt a little nervous for some reason, and frowned slightly.
The fire was finally put out.
This room was also almost destroyed, the wallpaper had been burnt to pieces, the floor could not see its original appearance, and the bed was a miserable mess.
"How do we deal with this?" Fang Daichuan threw away the drawer, glanced at the child in Niu Xinyan's arms, sighed, and suggested, "Cut the fabric off his body and see if we can treat the wound. Let's Are there doctors and nurses here?"
Seeing him staring at him, Yang Song helplessly shook his head. She is studying physics, so she really can't solve it.
Fang Daichuan used to be in the crew, and had the experience of props catching fire and burning staff. Action movies often burn houses and blow up cars. . At that time, a staff member in charge of managing gasoline bottles mishandled his hand and was burned by fire. The accompanying medical staff immediately cut off his clothes and sent him to the local hospital for emergency treatment.
Now there is no condition to send him to the hospital, at least do something to try to recover.
Thinking this way, Fang Daichuan picked up a pair of scissors and handed them to Niu Xinyan.
"Don't die, don't die!" Niu Xinyan cried while cutting off the cloth wrapped around the child, and cursed, "Brother Nan! Brother Nan, come out! Don't die!"
Cloth was ripped from him, revealing the charred skin and festering wounds inside. The child had been burnt beyond recognition, his hair and skin were all burnt, and the scorched cloth stuck tightly to his festering wound. After burning like this, it seems that it is going to be bad, Fang Daichuan sighed pitifully, and said to Niu Xinyan: "You, I'm so sorry. I'm afraid it's...not optimistic, please coax him well, don't make the child too painful..."
The child was dying, and Fang Daichuan guessed that it was because of the inhalation of a large amount of smoke and dust. He had difficulty speaking, swallowing the air with difficulty, and still murmured: "Mom."
Unexpectedly, Niu Xinyan's face changed suddenly.
"Don't call me mom! I don't allow you to call me mom! Go away! Go back! Let your father come to see me!" She shook the child's body vigorously, her tone was sad and desperate, as if she was trying to shake the child's body. Another soul in a body.
Fang Daichuan's heart tightened. Li Sinian's guess was indeed right. There was indeed another personality living in that child's body, and it was very likely that it was his father's soul!
What exactly is going on? ! Fang Daichuan, who has always believed in atheism, couldn't help clenching his fists, and goosebumps grew on his back.
But I heard the child who was about to die crying softly: "No... no father..." The little boy cried and said that at the last moment of his life, there was no mother's confession, no blessing, no comfort, he cried in despair, The wounds on his rotten face were torn open, and blood mixed with pus flowed out. He cried, "There is no dad, there never was a dad!"
"You nonsense!" Niu Xinyan's eyes were bloodshot, she gritted her teeth and cried, and then called out, "Brother Nan! Brother Nan, come out, I know you can hear me, please tell me In a word, I'm really scared, you come out and Niu Nahan!"
Her voice was shrill, like a cuckoo weeping blood, tearing open her throat one by one, gushing blood.
The little boy opened his eyes. Fang Daichuan remembered these eyes, pure and cowardly, belonging to a child who had never been neglected. That day, that child used these eyes to call him uncle and ask him good morning.
He cried and said: "Mom, there is no father, there never was a father, only me and Nan Nan. Nan Nan is pretending, he is afraid that you will drive him away, so he pretended to be a father."
Liu Xiquan's voice was thin and whimpering, and he finally revealed the secret that had been hidden for many years.