Chapter 94: Someone jumped into the lake early in the morning
In the early morning, the fog was thick, slightly cold, and rolling.
Five days have passed since the Jingxian Poetry Recital. During this period, other poetry recitals were held one after another. The students and scholars who participated in the government examinations worked hard to perform well in the poetry recital and leave behind I have a little reputation and want to add some chips to my imperial examination.
Some people also invited Zhu Pingan to participate, either sincerely or falsely, but Zhu Pingan declined them all. The last time I attended the Jingxian Poetry Party was just a coincidence. I was forced to go to meet a friend by my uncle and others, and it coincided with the meeting. I wrote poems just to protect myself.
It was still early, and there was also heavy fog. There were few pedestrians on the road, and it was rare to find peace in the bustling Anqing Mansion in the past.
Zhu Pingan was wearing a blue cloth robe, with a schoolbag slung across his body and a black wooden board in his hand. He slowly appeared in the morning mist, singing a strange tune happily.
“It’s cold, it’s cold…
Yeah, it hurts, it hurts…
Yeah, hum, hum, hum
Take mine and bring it back to me
Eat mine and spit it out for me
”
There is no one around, Zhu Pingan doesn’t have to worry too much, he is enjoying himself humming the interesting tunes of the past and swaying and gesticulating Paddling can be regarded as a way to stretch your hands and feet to fight against the slightly cold morning fog.
Most ancient cities have this advantage. They are surrounded by mountains and rivers, and Anqing Mansion is even more so. There are abundant water resources and there are many lakes and rivers in the mansion. The inn where Zhu Pingan lives is on the edge of Taihu Lake. He doesn't have to walk far to reach the edge of Taihu Lake. Zhu Pingan went to find the huge stone where he used to sit with a black wooden board under his arm.
His hard work pays off. With this persistent persistence, it can be said that Zhu Ping'an's calligraphy has been slowly improving
Putting down the board, he took out the writing brush made by Zhu's father from his schoolbag, took out the bamboo tube, leaned over and reached out to the lake to fill the water, and prepared to start writing.
Because the fog was heavy and I didn’t notice it just now, when I leaned over to fill the water, I was almost too frightened to throw the bamboo tube out.
Not far from the lake, a dark patch of water plants spread out on the lake
This suddenly reminded Zhu Pingan of a story he had read: A boy went there with his girlfriend Take a walk by the river. Suddenly his girlfriend fell into the river, and the boy hurriedly jumped into the water to look for her, but he couldn't find his girlfriend, and his feet were almost wrapped around water plants. Finally, he left here sadly. A few years later, he returned to his hometown and saw an old man fishing, but there was no waterweed on the fish he caught. He asked the old man why there was no waterweed on the fish. The old man said: This river has never grown any water plants. At this point, the boy suddenly jumped into the water and committed suicide.
So when Zhu Pingan saw this large pile of water plants spread out at first glance, he shivered instinctively and almost dropped the bamboo tube in his hand into the water.
He took a deep breath to calm down.
A story is a story after all, and in reality, nine times out of ten, it will not follow the plot of the story.
Zhu Pingan, who had stabilized his mind, leaned over again and reached out to fill the water, but his eyes were involuntarily staring at the black water plants.
The next second, my hands trembled again, and clothes could still be seen faintly near the black water plants. What the hell, someone jumped into the lake early in the morning
This time, Zhu Ping An didn't care about what he was afraid of. His life was at stake. He threw away the things in his hands, not caring whether his shoes and robes would get wet
Plop
A sound of water
Then I saw a dog-paddle figure entering the water. There was a fierce sound of water, a splash, and the calm lake surface rolled.
I won’t be brave next time. Zhu Pingan, who was all wet, spent all his strength and choked several times on the way. He almost didn’t donate it to the lake god. He only pulled the piece of water in the lake with a will. The owner of the black waterweed came ashore.
After landing on the shore, Zhu Ping'an turned over the owner of the black waterweed and prepared to start first aid without caring about breathing and resting.
I couldn't help but look at this person's appearance in the lake. I turned him over and discovered that the owner of this piece of black waterweed was a woman. She had fair skin and fair skin, and a pretty face. She was a beauty, and she was a rare beauty. Just looking at her appearance, Still soft and weak
But when Zhu Ping'an saw the girl's face, her expression was complicated
How could she be this witch
How could such a fierce and almost alien witch throw herself into the river? What about committing suicide? Is this the master who can accurately hit a little spider with a flying knife?
Although there are many doubts, in the face of life, please stand aside.
Everyone in the world will definitely understand that when things are urgent, follow the authority. With Zhu Ping'an thinking, he began to use the modern first aid method of cardiopulmonary resuscitation to carry out emergency rescue.
One, two, three, four
A massage that is neither light nor heavy
It seems that there is no response yet
It seems that artificial respiration is the only option
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Why does it feel like the plot is more and more like a novel? It seems that novels also have this kind of bloody plot. The male protagonist encounters a drowning woman by the lake. He rescues her and starts artificial respiration. After breathing and kissing for a few times, , the heroine wakes up, screams, and then slaps her, scolding her Kind of like that, but no matter what, the two people will fall in love with each other after a tortuous and interesting process, and then play some shy but interesting games together, and then freeze the time as a family of three watching the sunrise or Watching the sunset scene, the story ends perfectly.
Put it down. After artificial respiration, this witch will be fine if she doesn’t poke a few holes in herself.
Zhu Pingan smiled self-deprecatingly and prepared to lower his head to give the witch some artificial respiration. Human life was at stake and there was no room for hesitation.
However, reality is reality and has nothing to do with the story.
Zhu Ping'an just lowered his head. Before he did anything, he saw the demon girl under him suddenly opening her dark eyes.
Then, Zhu Ping'an felt as if he was hit in the stomach by a cow at a speed of 2,500 yards.
The whole person almost jumped into the air with both hands and feet stretched forward
Plop
One The sound of water
Zhu Pingan fell into the water again and spit out a mouthful of water involuntarily in the air, but it didn't matter. He fell into the water and drank three or five more sips of water, and then spit out the water again. Made it up
On the shore of Taihu Lake, the demon girl opened her dark eyes and kept stretching out one leg to kick people.
(End of this chapter)