Chang Geng stood on tiptoe hard, looked over the crowd, shouting: "Sixteen!"

No one agreed, and the crowd chasing the giant kite began to rush over on a large scale, some cheering, some shouting "Come on", and some shouting angrily, "Don't squeeze."

Chang Geng was hit several times, and the fire became even bigger. He roared with smoke from his seven orifices: "Entertainment Father!"

The crowds were running along the river. Chang Geng was looking for someone while standing upstream with difficulty. He was soon squeezed out of sweat by the crowded people. The feeling that was shocked by Giant Bore was gone. I don’t know how many years he would live to live with such an adopted father.

Chang Geng thought angrily: "Chen Shiliu is full and full. In such a hot day, what's wrong with doing? He has to come out to see people!"

At this moment, someone yelled sharply not far away: "Stop squeezing, someone has fallen!"

Chang Geng couldn't help but look in the direction where the screaming came.

The crowds by the river became chaotic in a small scale.

"My mother, why did this really fall!"

"Go over there to find the Jun Ye on duty!"

"Give it! Give it! Can't get out, this is also..."

Just as Chang Geng was about to make a way for those who were trying hard to squeeze out, he vaguely heard someone say, "Master Sixteen, be careful!"

Chang Geng shuddered and suspected that he was too nervous. He hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed a person who was squeezed out of the river: "Who fell down? Could it be Shen Shiliu?"

The man didn't know if he heard what Chang Geng asked clearly, so he nodded randomly: "It seems like - let me go out first."

Chang Geng's head buzzed, and in the heat wave that was roasted by the giant kite, a layer of cold sweat broke out on his back inappropriate manner. He took a deep breath and squeezed into the river against the flow of people. He staggered a few steps before he stood firm on the railing.

He leaned his head down in panic and saw a man flapping hard in the water.

The surface of the underground river was six or seven feet high from the ground, and there was no bottom at all. There was a deep chill, and a large area of ​​white waves passed by. The people in the river were nowhere to focus, and they could not even hear any movement, and could not see who it was.

Chang Geng took off his coat and said, "Give it aside, please give it aside!"

Someone next to him shouted, "You can't go down directly, get a rope for the boy!"

I don’t know who stuffed a rope into Chang Geng’s hand. Chang Geng caught it, looked up at the giant kite that was almost close to him, and still jumped without hesitation.

"Tighten! Hurry up, people will be washed away when the giant kite arrives!"

The underworld was arched by the giant kite that was about to slide over, a row of waves that were more than one person high. As soon as Chang Geng got the water, he was hit by the chest and held back his breath. He choked on the water first, and was almost swept away. He quickly pulled the hemp rope hanging from the shore and wiped his face hard.

The sound of water and the loud noise of giant kite slowing down roared in my ears, and Chang Geng's entire vision was filled with white waves. He vaguely heard someone shouting on the shore: "Don't put the rope! Giant kite is here, pull the boy up soon, it's too late!"

Chang Geng: "Wait a little longer!"

But the noise in the water was so loud that he couldn't even hear his own shouts.

While desperately waving to the people on the shore, he waved his hand and signaled them not to pull the rope, while swimming to the place where the waves were strongest.

In the chaos, someone grabbed his hand groping around. Chang Geng didn't have time to think about it, and once he turned his hand to hold the man's wrist tightly and pulled him into his arms. Before he could see who it was, the giant kite had already crushed over with a "rumble".

The people on the shore did not dare to delay any more. The thick rope tightened Chang Geng's waist and rushed forward with great force. Chang Geng's body was a little thick, and was pulled out of the water by several men on the shore.

As soon as he came 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 realized that what he was holding was not Shen Shiliu at all, but an eleven or two-year-old child - that fake girl Cao.

At this time, a long horn sound from the giant kite penetrated his ears like a long sword. Chang Geng's ears buzzed. Before he could think too much, he shouted and held up the half-dead Madam Cao.

The people on the shore shouted and pulled the two boys up one by one, but it was still slow. Chang Geng's feet were still outside the river bank, and the giant kite was flying by without stopping. He flapped his wings and saw that he was about to sweep his exposed calves. Before he arrived, the scorching Li Feng had already curled up first, causing pain in the flesh.

"The fire wings cannot be touched!"

"careful!"

At this time, a pair of pale hands suddenly stretched out, passed through all the screams, grabbed Chang Geng's arms, swung him in the air, and a circle of people around him shouted and bent over. Chang Geng felt that he almost flew out directly, and then he fell into someone's arms.

He couldn't help but take a deep breath, and a smell of medicine instantly penetrated into his nose. Chang Geng raised his head suddenly, and the tip of his nose almost wiped his chin that was as sharp as sixteen swords.

Chen Shiliu's face was as deep as water: "I didn't see it at first sight, you've made trouble and made a big splash!"

Chang Geng was robbed of the words by him and couldn't speak for a while.

Chen Shiliu said angrily: "There are so many officers and soldiers on the shore, can you, a furry child, come forward to save people?"

Chang Geng: "…"

His heart, which was hanging in his throat, fell back to its original place. The blood that was stopped in his chest rushed towards his numb limbs as if it was released from flood. At this point, he vomited out the first breath, which made his internal organs turn upwards, and his two limbs were so soft that they could hardly stand.

Mrs. Cao had been lifted to the side and woke up with a choking cough. Seeing that the child was nothing serious, Chen Shiliu took Chang Geng out of the crowd. His brows were tightening, and Chang Geng, who had his legs weak, staggered while walking: "The temperature of the fire wings has not yet dropped. If it touches it, it can sweep away half of your legs. Do you plan to be a cripple for the rest of your life? A little boy who doesn't know the importance of the slightest or seriousness..."

Chang Geng came back to his senses tremblingly. Before he could do anything, he heard Chen Bande and a villain complained first, and his anger suddenly became boiling.

He yelled with his neck in his arms, "I thought it was you who fell!"

Chen Shiliu raised his passionate eyebrows, "Stop making excuses, how could I fall into the river for no reason if I am so old?"

Chang Geng: "…"

His careless heart was completely regarded as the donkey's liver and lungs. The heat surged from his neck to his ears, making him red. He couldn't tell whether he was shy or angry for a moment. Anyway, it was a stomach full of demonic fire, and Fanshui had no choice but to do anything about it.

"Okay, don't make a noise here," Chen Shiliu reached out and touched Chang Geng's long wet hair, took off his outer robe and wrapped it on Chang Geng. "This is too messy. Today I won't bother you. Go home and change your clothes quickly and catch a cold."

He is quite generous!

Chang Geng shook Shiliu's hand angrily, and his movements were very strong. He touched some hard object in his sleeve, causing the bones to hurt.

Chen Shiliu said: "Oh, that's the rouge I bought just now. Remember to take it back to your mother... Alas, Chang Geng, what are you doing?"

Chang Geng didn't wait for him to finish speaking, and threw him away without saying a word.

Chang Geng actually knew that he was making trouble. He was purely preconceived. He only heard one ear and didn't see who was falling clearly. He just started to panic and ground in the water. No wonder his adoptive father scolded him.

But when he thought of his anxiousness, the chromophore actually picked rouge next to him, he was so angry that his heart ached and could not suppress the fire no matter what.

Chen Shiliu was inexplicably thrown to the spot by Chang Geng, touching his nose awkwardly, unable to understand, so he had to blame the boy for being so moody. The first time he became a father, Mr. Shiliu was a little distressed and thought to himself: "I would have detained that iron fist for a day before I could give it to him. I am so anxious now, how can I coax it?"

He stood by the dark river with his hands behind his back. The giant kite had already roared past him. The lights at the tail flickered and dimmed. The river behind him slowly closed. Shen Shiliu was distressed for a moment, and then he began to stare at the direction of the tail light, but his eyes were not as dissipated as they usually looked away. Then his brows slowly frowned.

Suddenly, his body swayed and disappeared into the crowd like a fish. His feet were silent, his body was extremely fast, and he could not tell at all that he would look down at the threshold for a long time.

Chang Geng returned home with his head shut. The hot wind blew through the cold river water on his body, making him calm down a little, and the lush aura between his eyebrows and eyes gradually dissipated.

His eyes looked very similar to Xiuniang. His face was very deep and he didn't look like a Central Plains... but he didn't look like a foreigner, but he was a very special handsome man.

As soon as Chang Geng stepped into the house, he saw the old chef looking out with his little feet. When he saw him in a mess, he was startled: "Oh, why did he do this?"

"Nothing," Chang Geng said weakly, "Someone fell into the river and pulled it and got all over the water."

The old cook followed him in a small step and said in a nagging manner: "Mrs. Say she won't serve the meal for now. I think she is going to wait for the master of the hundred households. By the way, the lady asked the master to come back and go to her room, saying that it was a bit of private words between mother and son."

Chang Geng paused, and his shoulders became tense involuntarily. After a while, he nodded expressionlessly. He went back to the room and changed into dry clothes. While sulking, he carefully folded Chen Shiliu's outer robe and put it away. Then he picked up the rouge box and went to Xiuniang's room.

The old cook was so curious about Changgeng and their strange mother-son relationship. He didn't dare to inquire openly, so he had to follow him and look into his head.

Chang Geng sorted out his clothes in a tight manner in front of 's door, so grand that he was going to meet a guest, and he tidied himself up neatly. Then he knocked on 's door and lowered his eyebrows and looked down: "Mom."

The woman's deserted voice came from the room: "Come in."

Chang Geng stretched out his hand and pushed open the door. After entering the room, he looked back. The old cook who was peeking at him was shocked. He hurriedly refused to open his eyes and looked over again. The door was closed and there was no clue.

's room was very dark, and she hung a curtain on one side of the sunny window.

She seemed to be invisible and sat alone in the dark corner, facing a dressing mirror.

Chang Geng frowned slightly when he saw her back - Xiuniang didn't know what medicine she had taken wrong, and she wore a goose yellow skirt and the head of an unmarried girl. Time treated her with deep affection and friendship, and the light in the house was dark, so she easily covered the little wrinkles at the corners of her eyes. She looked like a girl in her 20s.

Chang Geng opened his mouth and was about to call her, but Xiuniang was the first to speak: "No one else, don't call me mother--has Yanzhi bought it?"

After hearing this, Changgeng swallowed the second "mother" without saying a word, letting his internal organs digest a spoilage, then walked over and gently threw the rouge box that was heated by his palm on Xiuniang's dressing table.

"Oh, this box looks good in color and bright." Xiuniang finally showed a stingy smile.

She picked up a little rouge with her fingertips and applied it to her pale lips. She looked at herself in the mirror with great enthusiasm and asked, "Does it look good?"

Chang Geng stood aside with a cold expression, without saying a word, and he was secretly indifferent. He didn't know what Xiuniang called him to do when she was free.

When he was thinking this, his eyelids suddenly jumped twice without warning. Chang Geng's heart burst into pieces, and he seemed to have some ominous premonition in his heart.

At this moment, Xiuniang spoke: "In the future, don't call me mother in front of outsiders. What's the fate between us mother and son? Today is over."

She said, raising her radiant face after dressing up, and stretching out her hands like scallops, as if she was planning to make a collar for Chang Geng.
Chapter completed!