This thought happened to this miserable child.
But God also has mercy on us.
Because when the child fell into the ice hole, Ye Siling's father happened to be walking by the river.
Ye Siling's father tried hard to rescue the child.
But the ice is too thin...
In the end, both of them fell in.
When Ye Siling rushed to the river, she saw a gaping hole more than ten meters wide on the white river surface.
From time to time, you can hear the sound of ice crackling.
Ru 땢 is the call from the prison.
Two-thirds of Ye Siling's father and the child's bodies were soaked in the icy river water.
Only his arms and shoulders were still clinging tightly to the uncracked ice.
I don't know how long we fell before we were discovered...
Both Ye Siling's father and the child had pale faces and looked as if they couldn't exert any strength at all.
Even so.
Ye Siling's father still held the child in front of him and let him climb onto the ice as much as possible.
but.
Snap——
There was another sound of death cracking.
The wind and snow are still blowing down.
Makes everyone tremble.
Especially in the icy cold river water.
In such a dangerous situation, everyone just tried their best to throw long branches and look for hemp ropes to save people, but no one dared to jump into the river to take the risk.
"Father--"
Ye Siling screamed at the top of her lungs by the river.
Ye Siling's father seemed to have heard her voice, and the motionless figure slowly raised his head.
In the crowd, Ye Siling, who was panicked and helpless, was seen.
Speaking in a weak voice.
"A Ling, don't come over here... don't come over here..."
Ye Siling wanted to rush over and pull her father out of the river.
At that time, she could not feel the cold and death, and her only obsession was to rescue her father.
But the villagers around her held her tightly.
"You can't go down, you can't go down. If you go down, you will die!"
"It's too late to save him... The ice has cracked, there's really no way to save him..."
"This is all a curse, it must be a curse..."
There has always been a curse legend about this river in the village. People think that it is the King of Hell coming to claim their lives, so they usually don't dare to go near this river, let alone at this time.
Ye Siling was held tightly by the people around her and could not move.
Overnight.
Ye Siling’s miserable and sorrowful cries echoed by the river for a long time.
Her father was clearly still alive, why didn't she let him go and save him!
That's a living person!
That was her beloved father!
But no matter how Ye Siling struggled, she couldn't break free from the pull of the people around her.
Howling cold wind.
Blowing Ye Siling into the hell of despair.
Then this time.
There was another unusual movement by the river.
A tall young man suddenly took off his clothes and walked towards the cold and terrifying river surface.
Someone shouted.
"He Xinian, are you crazy?! It's too dangerous! The river surface is cracked, you can't save people, you might even die!"
He Xinian did not look back.
Xiao took the first step cautiously.
The cold wind brought a voice as familiar as Ye Siling's.
놛 said, "Whether it can be saved or not, we won't know until we try."
Ye Siling blinked and shivered, looking at the young man's back in disbelief.
놇In the cold wind, it is so thin.
But it was also the warmest existence for her at that time.
He Xinian slowly crawled onto the ice and climbed towards the ice hole in the distance.
It went smoothly at the beginning.
But as he walked a few meters forward, the crackling sound became louder and louder.
"Come back! He Xinian, you don't want to die? Come back quickly!"
All of He Xinian's studies and work were persuaded to come back.
But He Xinian did not look back.
Even after a loud bang, the river surface cracked again and he fell into the river, but he still didn't look back.
He Xinian soaked in the icy cold river water and moved forward little by little towards the direction of Ye Siling's father and the child.
The people living by the river didn't even dare to breathe.
Everyone held their breath.
Only when they saw He Xinian approaching them did they slowly exhale.
"Save the children...save the children first."
The child in Ye Siling's father's arms had already fainted from the cold.
But 놛 still held him tightly and asked He Xinian to save the child first.
The next day...
It was tense and long...
Accidents and dangers happen all the time.
It's not just the cracked river surface.
And those broken ice cubes kept hitting He Xinian's body.
He Xinian first sent the child to the river.
Then continue to take the risk and go back carefully.
The second time.
He Xinian finally had a bundle of hemp ropes on his body, and was pulled by the villagers by the river.
There was barely some guarantee of safety.
But Ye Siling's father was an adult, much taller and heavier than the previous children.
So it becomes more dangerous and time-consuming.
"Mr. Ye, we will definitely rescue you. Your daughter is waiting for you to come home."
When Ye Siling's father almost closed his eyes because of the cold.
He Xinian said such firm words to 놛.
Ye Siling's father stepped into the cold river and had to examine the young man again.
"Yeah...A Ling is still...waiting for you...you must go home."
It’s difficult to say so.
Like this.
In the biting cold wind.
He Xinian soaked in the icy river water for more than an hour before he rescued the child and Ye Siling's father.
The moment the two finally reached the shore, everyone sighed with relief at having survived a disaster.
The scene was still chaotic.
But fortunately, there are those things about He Xinian.
They quickly organized the crowd, half of them sent Ye Siling's father home, and the other half went to take care of the child.
Because the child had no father or mother, he was eventually sent to the village chief's home.
And they surrounded He Xinian and took care of him.
Ye Siling held her father's hand tightly, and both of them were trembling.
She opened her mouth and wanted to call out "Dad", but the tension and fear made her completely speechless and she couldn't even utter a word.
Only his eyes were red and tears were falling.
Ye Siling's father comforted her with a weak breath, "A Ling, it's okay, let's go home, go home."
Ye Siling nodded while shedding tears.
She followed the villagers and her father and headed back home.
When we finally left the river.
Ye Siling looked back.
She saw the wet figure of the young man through the gap in the crowd...
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