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As if there was a ball of cotton stuck in her throat, Jiang Qing quickly stood up, her eyes red, and rushed down the mountain.
After an unknown amount of time, a sudden gurgling sound suddenly resounded through the mountains, startling all the birds.
Wang Hong was awakened by the noise and quickly stood up and wiped away her tears.
When Jiang Qing returned, Wang Hong was already fiddling with the yellow flowers with her usual expression.
Jiang Qing knew that it was the dandelion flower tea that her grandfather loved to drink when he was alive. It was rarely sold in stores because it was too inconspicuous and too common.
The flowers were in clusters, with small yellow petals arranged in an orderly manner, dotted on the brown dry soil.
"You're back?" Wang Hong turned and looked at her with a smile. "Look at me, I forgot to give you the car keys."
Jiang Qing paused for a moment, smiled at her mother, then lit the candle in her hand and placed it in front of the grave.
The red flames swept away the paper money, and the gray-black embers flew around the grave.
Wang Hong picked up a stick and stirred the thick fire, allowing oxygen to circulate and the yellow paper to burn more thoroughly.
"Come, kowtow to your grandfather," she said.
Jiang Qing knelt down on her knees and touched the ground with her hands. The moment she slammed her hands down, her wet eyelashes trembled.
When she stood up again, she went to hold her mother's arm with a smile on her face.
"I remember making dumpling soup for my grandfather. When I took a bite, all the white flour inside fell out. But he didn't say anything. He touched my forehead and ate a big bowl with a smile."
Wang Hong: "...Don't just rely on your grandfather's passing to talk nonsense. When did you ever make dumpling soup for him?"
"How come I didn't know that a little kid could make soup?"
Jiang Qing retorted unconvincedly, "Anyway, I just remember it."
"You dreamed about it, didn't you?" Wang Hong glanced at her. "You said before that you and your grandparents lived in the west room of your hometown. The west room was a place to store miscellaneous items and no one had ever lived there."
Jiang Qing: "Even if I dreamed about that and took it seriously, it doesn't mean that I was dreaming about making dumpling soup."
The wind blew the dandelions in front of the small grave mound, and drops of rain fell on the petals, condensing into water droplets and dripping, leaving deep and shallow spots on the brown soil.
Jiang Qing led Ms. Wang downstairs and frantically fled. "Why is it raining so suddenly? How are we going to get home?"
"It's okay," Wang Hong looked at the big sun hanging high in the sky, not worried at all, "It's a sun shower, it won't last long."
Her eyes dropped and fixed, "You stained my clothes."
Jiang Qing pulled her hand back awkwardly and looked at the black claw marks on Ms. Wang Hong's white sleeve. "It has to be washed anyway, whether it's early or late."
She noticed a pack of wet wipes flying towards her head, so she clasped her hands together and held them in her palms.
Wang Hong pushed off the carriage, straddled it with her long legs, and urged her, "Hurry up and get on."
"Okay." Jiang Qing wiped her hands and then the wet wipes bag and stuffed it into her pocket.
The little white electric scooter sped along the way and slowly merged into the city's traffic.
The car stopped abruptly, and Jiang Qing took off her helmet with a look of reluctance. "Mom, aren't you going to take me home?"
"Why are you replying? I have to go pick up the seasonings I just ordered from the store. If you're late, they'll be out of stock. You can just go home on your own."
Without waiting for Jiang Qing to say anything, Wang Hong snatched the helmet and stuffed it into the frame. As soon as she turned the power switch, the electric scooter immediately rushed out impatiently, leaving Jiang Qing with only a dashing back.
Jiang Qing: ...
She walked into the store. It was lunchtime and the store was crowded with people, and full of the atmosphere of life.
Jiang Qing skillfully moved left and right and reached the back kitchen. The fragrance hit her face. She approached her busy father and followed him closely, acting like a well-behaved father.
After finally finishing a dish for a customer, Jiang Shanhai was startled by a rosy face that suddenly came closer and enlarged during his break.
He smiled subconsciously, picked up a skewer of black pepper meat from the grill, sprinkled it with chili powder and handed it to Jiang Qing.
"Why are you here?"
"My mom brought me here. She went to get the seasoning." Jiang Qing gnawed on the fragrant skewers and stood on tiptoe to look out. "There are so many people here. How about I stay and help you for a while?"
"No need," Jiang Shanhai washed his hands and dried them on his apron, then pushed Jiang Qing out the door. "We've hired some staff, so if we need your help, wouldn't your mom and I be wasting money?"
"It's so hot out, go home and turn on the air conditioner for a while, don't get a heat stroke." He fished out ten yuan in change from his pocket and said, "Take the bus back and buy a popsicle on the way."
Jiang Qing took it without hesitation and held out her hand, "Give me some more."
Jiang Shanhai met his daughter's longing eyes and wanted to satisfy her but was powerless.
"No, the money in the store is counted. If your mother can't reconcile the accounts, I'll be finished."
Jiang Qing spread out her small hands, her fingertips moving flexibly, a gesture for bringing in wealth.
"Have you forgotten what day it is today?"
Jiang Shanhai fumbled around in his pocket and pulled out another dollar and fifty cents, putting it in his daughter's hand. "What day is it?"
Jiang Qing didn't think it was too little. She quickly stuffed it into her pocket and continued to reach out. "June 2nd, what do you say?"
Jiang Shanhai slapped his forehead. As expected, he was so confused every day that he almost forgot about it.
Now he was no longer stingy. He cheered himself up, ran back to the store and took three hundred yuan from the cashier. After thinking about it, he added another two hundred yuan.
"Here, five hundred yuan, take it quickly."
"Thank you, Dad," Jiang Qing smiled brightly, putting her hand on her head and making a big heart shape for Comrade Lao Jiang. "I love you."
Jiang Shanhai watched his daughter run away with a happy face.
"Boss Jiang, you are quite popular with girls." A regular customer who came here to eat happened to see this scene and couldn't help but say enviously.
Every time Boss Jiang’s daughter comes to the store, there is a happy scene that makes people’s hearts beat fast.
"Of course." Jiang Shanhai straightened his chest and raised his chin an inch upon hearing this. He responded without any modesty.
Of course, he also did not forget to compliment the customers and maintain the store's image. "Last time your child came over, it was your youngest son, right? He looked like a smart kid."
It would be better if I could be less restless. I was wandering around the house and almost bumped into the waiter who was serving the food.
"But I saw a bruise on his head. I don't know where he bumped into something. You'd better be careful and apply some medicine. It's not good for such a young child to have a scar..."
Jiang Qing didn't know that her father was happily basking in the envious eyes of everyone. She put the red banknotes in her hand carefully into her pocket. She didn't plan to take the bus, but prepared to stroll home and visit the shops along the street.
Just in the blink of an eye, she caught a glimpse of a familiar figure. She put down the bracelet she was examining and followed him without thinking.
The distance between the two of them gradually narrowed. She was about to call out to someone, but she found that the other person was in a hurry, as if he had something urgent to do.
Jiang Qing stopped and hesitated, thinking that it might be a bit inappropriate to bother others now.
She turned to leave, but before she could even take a step, she heard a scream behind her.
"Someone jumped into the river!"
"Someone come quickly!"
"Who can swim? Hurry up!"
Her mind went blank for a moment, and Jiang Qing ran away, the world blurring before her eyes.
She struggled to push through the crowd and leaned on the railing to look down.
The pure white skirt bulged on the surging water, the head floated up and down, and the black hair was like seaweed tightly wrapped around the person swaying in the water.
Jiang Qing's heart tightened. It was really her!
She pushed everyone aside and ran to the riverbank. Her blood was pounding like crazy, and she subconsciously dialed 120, "Someone is drowning here!"
There is a highway bridge built over the river. There are many vehicles but few people.
At this time, due to the gathering of crowds and traffic congestion, more and more people were on the bridge. Some were making phone calls, some were taking videos, some were throwing foam boards down, and some were running towards the river bank.
Jiang Qing ran all the way to the water's edge, looked at her pale face reflected in the lake, and suddenly came to her senses and braked. She, she couldn't swim.
If she goes down and doesn't wait for rescue, she will have to wait for others to rescue her.
She turned around and looked at the big tree planted by the lake, and tried to pry it apart with all her strength, crying anxiously, but she was also afraid that she would sink if she turned around.
"Song Yao, hold on, you must hold on, I'll pull you up right away."
Song Yao, who was floating on the lake, seemed to have heard her voice and instinctively struggled more violently.
But for someone who falls into the water, the more they struggle, the faster they sink.
Seeing that the person was about to sink, Jiang Qing grabbed the branches of the tree tightly with her hands. The burning pain made her brain clear for a moment.
"Song Yao, relax your body," she desperately recalled the drowning knowledge she had accidentally read earlier, "raise your arms to maximize the contact area."
Song Yao heard it, although the water in her ears made it difficult for her to hear clearly.
Enduring the burning and excruciating pain in her throat and lungs, she struggled to lift her heavy arms.
The vision darkened and the sound of water echoed in the silent and still world.
Quiet, too quiet.
Her world became so quiet.
All her senses seemed to be leaving her.
“It’s not your fault.”
That familiar, vibrant voice kept echoing in my mind.
Who is it?
Who is speaking?
There was a loud splashing sound, and someone was holding her chest tightly.
Someone was desperately dragging her across the water.
The world shook before my eyes, shattering into spots of light all over the sky.
While shaking, Song Yao's lifeless eyes met a familiar face. The girl looked anxious and her lips were opening and closing as if she was talking.
I remember now, it was you.
It's you who's speaking.
Song Yao's eyelids couldn't help but stick together, and the world became dark.
Jiang Qing burst into tears of fear, "Y-you can save her, right?"
Her voice was shaking.
The boy whose clothes she gently pulled said helplessly: "Sister, if you don't let go, there's really no hope."
Jiang Qing's eyes were red as she quickly let go. She saw the man in front of her bend down to clean the mud and debris from Song Yao's mouth and nose, and pulled off the coat of the person next to him and wrapped it around the girl.
Tilt your head back and lift your chin, pinch your nose and blow out twice, then cross your hands and place them on your chest, pressing hard.
After several times, Song Yao finally made a move, coughing a few times and spitting out the dirty things.
At this moment, medical staff arrived urgently, put Song Yao on a stretcher, and carried her into the ambulance.
Jiang Qing opened her tearful eyes and followed.
"Brother He, you..."
He Feipeng, who was being held tightly, looked at his brother and then at the girl whose nose was red from crying.
He grabbed a handful of hair irritably, "Sister, you are really my sister."
"Xiaohu, you go back first."
He followed them into the ambulance.
The red light in the emergency room came on, and Jiang Qing and He Feipeng sat on the chairs outside the door, waiting.
Suddenly remembering that Lin Nanyan was on holiday today, Jiang Qing turned on her phone and called him, but no one answered.
She lowered her hand slowly.
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