At this moment, Zhao's mother looked unhappy and raised her hand to signal her daughter to come over and explain herself honestly.
"Say, I think you can name a flower."
She remembered that her daughter went to bed early last night and never left the room, let alone at night. So, how did her daughter appear at the fire scene in the middle of the night?
Before Zhao Qinglan could say anything, Zhao's mother saw the gauze wrapped around her palm at a glance. Not only was the gauze wrapped around her hand, there was also a lot of blood on it.
As soon as her face hardened, Zhao Ma stood up subconsciously.
"What's going on with your hand?"
While she was talking, Zhao Qinglan was pulled by her mother to sit next to her, holding her hand and starting to ask. "Okay, why are you injured like this? What have you done? You kid, why do you always make people worry."
As the saying goes, the pain is in the child's body, but the pain is in the mother's heart. Anyone who is a mother can relate to this sentence.
"call……"
"It hurts!"
I really feel sorry for her. Her baby has suffered such serious injuries since she was a child.
Seeing that she was worried, Zhao Qinglan shook his head slightly, and then said, "It doesn't hurt, just a small injury."
Staring at her, Zhao's mother touched her head distressedly. "I don't know whether it hurts or not. You have known how to be strong since you were a child. You are a girl. It doesn't matter if you are weak."
weak?
Zhao Qinglan shuddered when she thought of those girls who were acting coquettishly and begging to be hugged and lifted up. She might as well go around her! She said that she really couldn't do it.
Taking her daughter's hand, Zhao's mother asked, "Okay, now tell me what happened and why you ran to the fire scene."
After hearing this, Zhao Qinglan said calmly: "Oh, I can't sleep, go out and get some fresh air."
In the middle of the night, go out for some fresh air.
Zhao Ma whispered: "I didn't hear you going out."
Perhaps sensing her mother's thoughts, Zhao Qinglan said lightly: "I went down through the window."
The faint voice stated the facts. It was like going down there to drink water and eat.
Hearing her tone, Zhao's mother said angrily: "That's the second floor."
Don't say it so casually, it's as if I could just go down. It's the second floor. Although you won't die if you jump, it is still possible to break your legs and hands. If it's serious, you may end up with hemiplegia.
Can I get some snacks?
Zhao Qinglan nodded, "Yes, I know."
Zhao's mother was furious, "You know a ****, you know, you little brat. This is the second floor. If you go down from the second floor window, if you fall and get hurt, where will you fall? What will you do with your life?"
Seeing her excited expression, Zhao Qinglan stretched out his hand to calm her down, "Don't be angry, it will hurt your body."
She has a serious expression, a cold and paralyzed face, and she speaks as little as possible. This is his daughter. No matter how you look at it, it seems that she is the one making trouble unreasonably.
"Get me a glass of water."
"Um."
Zhao Qinglan responded, got up and got a glass of boiled water for his mother, then put his hand on the table in front of her.
Picked up the cup and drank the water.
The water was warm, so Zhao Ma raised her hand and drank a glass of it, and then she felt a little more relaxed.
After Zhao Qinglan poured water for her, he sat on the other side of her. As usual, he sat upright, with his hands slightly raised on his knees, looking very aura.
Seeing such a daughter, Zhao's mother really didn't know what to say for a moment. Sometimes, even she doubted whether she gave birth to her.
After frowning slightly, he asked: "So, it's just about saving people from the fire, nothing else, right?"
After Zhao Qinglan heard this, he thought of the scene where he was pushing the cart. He was silent for a moment and then said, "There is more."