There was a hint of joy on You Fanchen's face. Although he was not completely sure that he would be able to find Ge Qingfeng, mother and son, it was still much better than waiting eagerly. He immediately packed his bags and hurried down the mountain.
He was filled with anxiety, always thinking about the safety of Ge Qingfeng and his two children.
He has traveled an unknown number of miles?
It is already ten minutes noon.
Although it is the season of autumn and the autumn breeze is refreshing, the golden light is still shining and the red sun is scorching.
In order to catch up with Ge Qingfeng, mother and son, You Fanchen spent all his sleep and food without stopping. When he came to a big mountain, even though the road up the mountain was rugged and difficult, he did not hesitate or stop at all.
He went straight up to the middle of the mountain in one breath. He was really tired, so he took a rest under a big tree to enjoy the shade, preparing to take a rest before continuing on his way.
He sat down on a stone slab under the big tree.
suddenly.
Not far away, two children cried. These cries sounded so familiar. Aren't they the cries of Sister Qingfeng's two children?
He was suddenly startled.
He immediately stood up, followed the two subtle cries just now, and ran over as fast as he could.
The cry rises and falls instantly.
You Fanchen ran for a mile, and his crying suddenly stopped, causing him to lose his sense of direction. He was so anxious that he couldn't help shouting: "Qingfeng, Qingfeng, where are you? Where are you?"
Not far away from him, Ge Qingfeng, her mother and her son were already dying. She and her two children were covered in blood and seemed to have lost their consciousness.
You Fanchen's anxious shouts were getting closer and closer to them. Her heart was full of hope, but she couldn't open her mouth and couldn't make a sound at all. The skin of her mouth was chapped, as if she hadn't drank for a long time.
A sip of water.
I saw two children nestling tightly in her arms, and her lips were moving slightly. Judging from the shape of her mouth, she seemed to be saying: "Save my two children!"
You Fanchen was furious and found a few sporadic drops of blood not far ahead.
He quickly stepped forward and touched the blood with his fingertips. The blood had been dried, and with the scorching sun in the sky, it was difficult to estimate the time it took for the blood to flow out.
A surge of hot blood surged into his heart, and a feeling that the sky was falling and the earth was falling. He was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, and shouted: "Sister Qingfeng, where are your mother and son?"
A blood-red hand suddenly stretched out from the grass not far away. You Fanchen immediately realized the seriousness of the matter and shouted: "Qingfeng!"
With one lunge, he rushed forward.
When I ran to the grass, a strong smell of blood hit my nostrils.
"Qingfeng, is that you?"
He really didn't dare to dig open the pile of grass.
But those blood-red hands, with hands like catkins and fingers like onion roots, didn't look unfamiliar at all.
He didn't think much about it and hurriedly opened up the pile of weeds. The scene before him was really unsightly.
I saw Ge Qingfeng lying disheveled in a pool of blood. Looking at the situation, it seemed that she had struggled vigorously. She looked around the two children covered in blood with her left hand, and stretched out her right hand desperately outside the grass to give You Fanchen a cry for help.
Signal.
The mother and son were all unconscious.
You Fanchen was suddenly heartbroken and at a loss. Looking around, he saw a farmer collecting firewood pushing a homemade handcart slowly passing by on the path over there.
You Fanchen didn't hesitate at all, and rushed over and shouted: "Uncle, can I borrow your car?"
After saying that, he suddenly blocked the old man's way.
The old man had a bamboo hat on his head and calmly raised his head slowly and said to him: "Why are you so panicked? What's the use of my broken firewood cart?"
You Fanchen hurriedly said: "Uncle, please save my relatives, they, they are really dying!"
The old man was still careless. He looked forward and said, "What's wrong with your relatives? What's going on in these barren mountains and mountains?"
He put down the trolley and followed You Fanchen to the bushes. When he saw the situation, he couldn't help but shook his head slightly and sighed: "I'm afraid there is no way to save him!"
Although You Fanchen felt unhappy after hearing this, he was asking for something after all. He suppressed the depression in his heart and said humbly: "Uncle, no matter what, I have to borrow your trolley. I have to take the mother and son down the mountain.
It’s better to seek out a miracle doctor for healing!”
The old man didn't say anything. He went to the car to pick up a kettle, handed it to You Fanchen and said, "Hurry up and give them some water first."
You Fanchen was secretly grateful and hurriedly took the kettle. He first slowly fed the unconscious Ge Qingfeng some water from his mouth, and then said to the old man: "The child is still young, how should I feed him this water?"
The words just fell.
Ge Qingfeng suddenly choked twice, slowly opened her eyes, and looked at You Fanchen. Her eyes were full of hope. She cried and said, "My child!"
You Fanchen said hurriedly: "Qingfeng, you finally woke up? What on earth is going on?"
Ge Qingfeng's face was pale, his eyes were moist, and he said feebly: "Brother You, please save our two children, Da Ge and Xiao Ge, they, their eyes seem to be...!"
Before she could finish her words, she was so sad that she fainted.