Chapter 346 Mao Mao is alright
The weather was dry, and once the fire started, it was unstoppable.
When everyone ran out following the sound, they saw that an office had been engulfed in flames, thick smoke billowing from the windows, and the fire was spreading in all directions, with nearby trees also ablaze, raging toward the classroom.
All the teachers were terrified!
The crowd erupted in uproar.
"Help! Someone, put out the fire!"
"Teacher Ma is still in the office!"
"Quickly, take the students and leave!"
Several people ran to put out the fire, while the remaining teachers quickly evacuated the students.
There are over a hundred children of all ages in the kindergarten, most of whom are children who lack self-care abilities and are the least likely to follow instructions.
Chaos ensued, and the children cried loudly in fear, their shrill cries echoing throughout the entire school, creating utter chaos.
At this moment, no one cared whether it was lunch break or not. In fact, the teachers were secretly relieved that the students had woken up early, saving them the time of waking the children up.
"Quickly! Everyone get out of here!"
"Don't run around! Everyone run outside!"
"Children, stay close to the teacher, don't be afraid, everyone follow the teacher!"
"Everyone get outside! Everyone get outside! Don't stay in the classroom!"
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Outside Haicheng Kindergarten.
The fire brigade rushed over, and people nearby also came to help, using basins or buckets to carry water and fight the fire together.
The once cheerful campus was now shrouded in thick smoke, flames licking at the buildings. In the dry autumn and winter season, after many days without rain, the fire spread uncontrollably, the wind carrying the flames everywhere, and the wooden parts of the buildings becoming fuel for the fire.
Fireworks lit up the sky, trees were instantly ignited, and flames burst forth like fireworks.
The young students gathered outside the school gate, their cries echoing throughout the area.
Teacher Ye anxiously counted the number of students: "Has everyone come out? Has everyone come out?"
The children were all about the same size, wearing similar uniforms, and all looked disheveled, as if they had rolled around in the ground, covered in dust and dirt. Teacher Ye struggled to distinguish her students among them. The children were running around crying loudly, making it even more difficult for her to identify them.
A little boy tugged at her clothes. Teacher Ye looked down and met a pair of tear-streaked faces. The boy said pitifully, "Teacher, my feet are cold."
She looked down and saw the child's fair, bare feet on the ground.
When the accident happened, everyone was sleeping in their beds. They were in such a hurry to escape that they didn't even have time to put on their shoes.
Someone brought it up, and the other children belatedly realized what it meant.
"Teacher Ye, I'm not wearing shoes."
"Teacher Ye, my teddy bear has fallen in there."
"Teacher Ye, I..."
"Waaaaah, teacher, I'm scared, I want my mommy—"
"Waaaaah—"
The sound of children crying could be heard everywhere.
Teacher Ye was flustered, trying to appease everyone and calm their emotions.
"Don't be afraid, don't panic, people are already putting out the fire."
"Children who are afraid of the cold should stay close together and hug each other to keep warm."
"Everyone, check each other's pockets to see if anyone's left inside."
Teacher Ye shouted in a hoarse voice, "Come here, everyone! Don't run around!"
The crowd blocked the road, and with the help of countless people, the fire in the kindergarten was quickly brought under control, and the flames gradually subsided.
Next to arrive were the parents who had rushed over after receiving the news of the kindergarten fire.
A car sped towards them, narrowly avoiding the crowd, and crashed into the sidewalk with a stone step above it. With a loud, screeching screech of brakes, it came to a stop just before hitting the wall.
Ignoring whether the car was parked properly, Xia Xiaoxiang scrambled out of the driver's seat: "Mao Mao!"
All the students in the kindergarten were wearing similar uniforms. Xia Xiaoxiang pushed through the crowd, frantically searching for her daughter.
Mao Mao, who was originally the most panicked, is now the calmest one.
She stood obediently not far from Teacher Ye. When Xia Xiaoxiang found her, she was eating snacks with her head down, and her calmness stood out among a group of crying children.
"Mao Mao, are you alright?!"
Xia Xiaoxiang rushed to her side and frantically checked her over from head to toe. She made sure that her precious daughter was perfectly fine except for her messy hair, dust on her face, and bare feet. She was not injured at all and did not seem to have been frightened. Only then did she feel relieved.
Xia Xiaoxiang let out a long sigh of relief, then collapsed to her knees with a thud, exhausted.
"It's alright, it's alright," she murmured to herself. "You scared my mother to death."
"Mother?" Mao Mao tilted her head and handed over the snacks in her hand: "Mother, eat."
Xia Xiaoxiang had no appetite at the moment, so she hugged her tightly and kept stroking her little head.
God knows how scared she was when she received the call informing her of the fire at the kindergarten.
I prayed to gods and Buddhas all the way, and I was so scared that I almost lost my life. Now that I saw people, I finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Maomao!"
The other wives rushed over: "Mao Mao, are you alright?!"
Are you injured anywhere?
"My God, how could this happen!"
Mao Mao was passed from hand to hand by several mothers. Several hands reached out from all directions, and she was picked up, touched from head to toe, and finally held tightly in their arms without being put down.
Lou Hongjian's heart pounded in his chest, pounding against his eardrums, drowning out all the noise from all directions. His cold hands trembled as he touched his sister's soft, warm little face.
"Still alive, still alive." Lou Hongjian muttered to himself, "Alive, alive."
Mao Mao blinked, rubbed her cheek hard against her brother's trembling palm, and then hugged the hand that Old Madam Lou reached out to her.
"Mao Mao is fine."
She cupped her mother's cold, wet cheeks in her little hands and touched them. Her soft cheeks rubbed against her mother's forehead, and her sweet, childlike voice touched everyone's hearts, soothing their anxieties.
"Mao Mao is doing well!"
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