Xiao Jingchuan blushed deeply and quickly explained: "No, no, yes, I picked it up."
He himself is still just a child, how could he give birth to such a big baby?
Song Qinghuan also made him laugh. Seeing his blushing face and feeling uncomfortable all over, he hurriedly said: "Come inside the cabin quickly. It's windy and rainy outside, it's very cold."
Xiao Jingchuan responded with a smile on his face, and then he carried the little baby into the cabin.
There were also many rescued victims in the cabin. Some were dressed in rags, and some were wearing gold and silver. However, despite being soaked in the flood, they were all as miserable as a drowned dog when they were rescued.
This cargo ship was borrowed by Song Qinghuan, and two others went elsewhere. While searching for traces of Xiao Ci and Xiao Jingchuan along the way, they also rescued dozens of people, plus these people who were with Xiao Ci also
Nearly two hundred people crowded into the cabin, and it was quite full.
The cargo ship is large in volume, and there is a floor below, which is a larger space. Liu Jian and his people moved all the victims below, so as not to have no place to park them when they returned to rescue people later.
Xiao Ci was the last one to jump on the boat. The raincoat he was wearing had been given to Xiao Jingchuan a long time ago. Now he was wearing a long robe that stuck to his body. His hair was wet and stuck to his face and neck. He had stayed up all night and was unshaven.
, no longer as handsome as before.
Song Qinghuan was standing on the plywood. When he saw him jumping up, he held up an umbrella and stepped forward. But before he got close, he felt the hull of the boat swaying, and the falling rocks on the mountainside were also swept down.
Her feet were unsteady and she almost fell, but Xiao Ci stepped forward to hold her steady. However, the oil-paper umbrella in his hand fell into the rolling water and disappeared after a while.
Xiao Ci put his arms around Song Qinghuan's shoulders and raised his eyes to see that the water source in the distance seemed to be rolling more violently. He couldn't help but frown and quickly ordered: "Something is wrong, get out quickly."
Several boatmen with good water skills on the deck saw the water in the distance and hurriedly pushed the boat away from the mountainside with poles. Xiao Ci also took Song Qinghuan and hurriedly took refuge in the cabin.
Before he could enter the cabin, the ship shook violently, and a pile of falling rocks hit the plywood at an unpredictable speed.
The falling rocks hit the deck, causing the ship to tilt up and down. Xiao Ci and Song Qinghuan were already standing unsteadily and had nothing to hold on to, so they were thrown to the side of the ship and hung half way.
The body is outside.
Chu Han, who was guarding not far away, did not expect that such a thing would happen in a moment. He hurriedly stabilized his body and went forward to rescue. He only took two or three steps forward. When he turned around, he saw the huge wave crashing towards him.
Suddenly my eyelids twitched.
He hurriedly drew his sword and thrust it into the plank of the boat. He shouted angrily, "Oh no, the river is pouring back."
Before he could finish his words, the waves, which were taller than a man, rushed over violently, drenching the entire ship.
The whole ship rocked violently from side to side, and everyone in the cabin was thrown to pieces. After the ship stabilized, Xiao Jingchuan rushed from the inside of the ship to the plywood. Where were the figures of Xiao Ci, Song Qinghuan, and Chu Han?
Even the boatman was nowhere to be seen.
The wet water stains on the plywood were frighteningly calm, as if the scene just now had never happened at all.
Liu Jian also rushed out, lying on the side of the ship looking for people, shouting: "Prince, Princess, Chuhan..."
Xiao Jingchuan seemed to have just come to his senses, and he also lay beside the boat, shouting at the top of his lungs: "Father, mother, where are you..."
The river has just poured here once, and the current is so strong that if you fall into the water, you will be washed away in an instant.
Song Qinghuan's water quality was average. When he was washed off the boat by the big waves, he was still a little dazed and choked several times. When he got out of the yellow water, he was already far away from the big cargo ship.
The current was so fast that it was difficult for her to steady her body. She floated up and down in the water several times. It was difficult for her to stay still, let alone swim back.
A broken piece of wood rushed towards her from the front, but she didn't have time to avoid it. It accidentally hit her head, causing her whole body to fall dizzy.
He was so choked that it was difficult to breathe. He thought to himself that he had originally planned to come to collect Xiao Ci's body, but this time it was better to catch him as soon as possible.
The bursts of pressure in his chest made Song Qinghuan dizzy. He couldn't even think anymore. His eyes were dozed and he thought he was going to die. Suddenly, he felt his ankles tightened. He couldn't break free, but then he
Lost consciousness.
The sound of dripping water was endless, and the noisy people's heads were swollen. Song Qinghuan opened his eyes and saw only a dilapidated beam with a lot of spider webs wrapped around it. The roof had missing tiles in several places, and it was obvious that
Through the missing area, you can still see the gray sky outside.
Song Qinghuan didn't realize why he came here for a while. He closed his rich eyelids and squinted for a while, and then he remembered the things before he fell into coma.
He opened his eyes again, and before he could turn his head, he heard a slightly hoarse voice coming from his side.
"You're awake. Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere?"
What came into view immediately was Xiao Ci's slovenly appearance. His usually meticulously combed hair was as messy as a chicken coop, his clothes were full of pleats, there was a circle of black eyes, his lips were peeling, and his chin was full of wrinkles.
He was a scumbag, ugly and unsightly. If Song Qinghuan hadn't recognized him, he would have been mistaken for a homeless man.
"Where are we? Are we still alive?" Song Qinghuan squinted her eyes and tried to sit up, but her head hurt so much when she moved her head. She stretched out her hand to touch it, and there was a knot in her head.
Xiao Ci hurriedly held her down: "Don't move, your head is injured, lie down first."
Then he asked her: "Are you hungry? Are you thirsty?"
He didn't ask, but Song Qinghuan didn't feel it yet. After asking, he immediately felt that he was really hungry and thirsty, so he nodded.
Xiao Ci said: "You wait a moment."
After saying that, he turned around and walked aside. Song Qinghuan followed his figure and turned around, only to see a pile of firewood not far away making a crackling sound.
The firewood was set up with stones, and four or five bamboo tubes split in half were arranged on top. The yellowish soup was boiling in the bamboo tubes.
Song Qinghuan's nose was stuffy and he couldn't smell what it was. Xiao Ci wrapped the hot bamboo tube with clothing and quickly poured the soup inside into another small bowl made of bamboo tube.
Xiao Ci helped Song Qinghuan sit up, blew on the soup in the small bowl, and then handed it to Song Qinghuan: "There is nothing, just settle for now."
Song Qinghuan may have contracted the cold after soaking in the water for a long time. Not only was his nose stuffed, but he could not even taste the taste in his mouth. He drank all the yellowish soup into his stomach and felt that his whole body felt much more comfortable.
He handed the small bowl to Xiao Ci and asked, "Your Majesty, what kind of soup is this?"
The water was definitely not plain water. Although her mouth was tasteless, she could still see a thin layer of grease floating on the surface of the soup.
