Quick Wear: Cousin, Come to the Bowl Quickly

The moment he saw the man's appearance clearly, Song Guanwen felt his mind, which had been tense to the extreme, suddenly relax, his hands and feet went limp, and he was about to sink into the water.

Fortunately, he reacted very quickly. He adjusted his breathing quickly before his mouth and nose were about to be submerged. He dragged the girl who seemed to have fallen into a coma and swam towards the shore with gritted teeth.

The return journey seemed particularly long.

Song Guanwen only felt that his limbs were getting heavier and heavier, and he had to use almost all his strength to swim every time. The cold lake water poured into his nostrils, choking him and making his vision go black. He could only hold the girl's arm from time to time, not daring to relax at all.

Gradually, his movements became slower and slower, his body seemed to be drained of strength, and he almost sank several times.

He didn't know how long it had been, but he seemed to hear the voices of people talking on the shore not far away. The voices came and went, and finally turned into the sound of waves hitting his cheeks.

Just when he was about to give up, there was a sudden sound of water splashing in front of him. Song Guanwen raised his eyes and saw a figure swimming quickly towards him in his blurry vision and taking the unconscious girl from his hands.

Song Guanwen only felt his hand lighten, and the heavy weight suddenly disappeared. Then his whole body fell uncontrollably like a puppet with its strings cut.

"Catch me!" the man shouted and grabbed his wrist. Song Guanwen wanted to respond, but his sore throat could not make any sound. He could only relax his body and let himself be dragged to the shore.

The rough stones rubbed against his skin, causing bursts of stinging pain. Song Guanwen, who was dragged to the shore, suddenly spat out a mouthful of dirty water and collapsed to the ground. Like a dehydrated fish, he gasped violently and greedily breathed in the fresh air.

"Oh my Fangfang! Why can't you get over it?" someone screamed and cried.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way! Is there anyone who can save her? This girl is almost dying!" Someone was shouting for help.

"Send him to the hospital! Send him to the hospital quickly!"

"It's too late to send her to the hospital. Let's press her stomach first to make her spit out the water!" Someone was giving advice and trying to find a solution.

Various sounds intertwined together, forming a noisy ocean. Everyone's attention was attracted by the girl who had fainted. For a moment, no one paid attention to Song Guanwen who had climbed ashore and was still breathing.

Song Guanwen's condition is actually not very good.

He lay on his back on the ground. The midday sun was so hot and bright that he could hardly open his eyes. The rough sand and gravel hurt his back, and his wet clothes stuck to his skin, bringing an unpleasant sticky feeling.

The cracks in the nails had turned white and swollen from being soaked in lake water, and blood was slowly seeping out, causing a sharp pain with every pulse beat.

But even in such a mess, after he finally calmed his breathing, the corners of his mouth actually curled up in a faint arc.

He was laughing, not for his own survival, but for an almost absurd ecstasy - because the person who fell into the water and whose life or death was unknown was not Lin Xi.

"Young man, are you okay?"

Suddenly, he heard a concerned voice in his ears. Song Guanwen squinted his eyes and saw the person's appearance clearly. It was the old lady who had just run out to find someone to save people.

The old lady looked at Song Guanwen lying on the ground, his whole body wet, with several scratches on his arms and face, and blood slowly oozing from his nails. Her wrinkled face was full of heartache.

"I'm fine." Song Guanwen swallowed and finally managed to find his voice despite the burning pain in his throat.

"You don't look well. Let me help you up first." Hearing Song Guanwen's hoarse voice, the old lady frowned immediately and reached out to support Song Guanwen.

"Thank you, but no thanks..." Song Huanwen shook his head slightly, indicating that he didn't need it, but the old lady pulled his arm without saying anything and helped him sit up.

"Oh! She's vomiting! She's gasping for breath, hurry up and send her to the hospital!" The crowd surrounding the girl suddenly burst into exclamations, as if the girl was rescued. Then a group of people hurriedly carried her out of the park.

Most of the crowd dispersed, and everyone suddenly remembered Song Guanwen who had just bravely stepped forward to help others. A middle-aged man who was soaked all over walked up to Song Guanwen, first looked at his face carefully, then frowned and asked.

"Young man, are you okay?"

"Yeah." Song Guanwen's throat hurt so much that he could only nod and utter a short syllable.

"Oh! Thanks to this comrade, he jumped down from such a high place without blinking." Some people gathered around and gave Song Guanwen a thumbs up.

"Yeah, otherwise the girl would have died long ago."

"Why can't you think straight for no reason?"

Everyone gathered around Song Guancenwen and talked a lot, some praising him, some sighing that the little girl was too depressed, and finally made a suggestion.

"But you look injured, why don't you go to the hospital?"

Song Guanwen was just about to shake his head to indicate that it was not necessary, when a man suddenly jumped out from behind the crowd, knelt down in front of him, and was about to kowtow to him with tears streaming down his face.

"Comrade, today is all thanks to you! Otherwise, my daughter would have died today. Your great kindness will be remembered by our family forever."

Everyone was startled and then realized that this was the mother of the little girl who jumped into the lake. They hurriedly supported her and persuaded her for a long time before she calmed down.

"Don't thank me, I'm fine. Go to the hospital and accompany your daughter." Song Guanwen, who was already exhausted, just wanted to find a place to stay quietly for a while. He could only shake his head again, wanting to send the man away as soon as possible.

The middle-aged woman thanked him profusely and strongly requested Song Guanwen to leave his address so that the whole family could come to express their gratitude together after her daughter recovered.

Song Guanwen couldn't persuade her, so he had to leave her the address of the educated youth point and finally sent her away.

When the remaining people saw that the parties involved had left and Song Guanwen said that it was okay and his friend would be here soon, they slowly dispersed.

Only the old lady who had just been with Song Guanwen was still with him. Seeing that his expression had improved a little, she handed the net bag that she had just put aside to Song Guanwen.

"Young man, you ran too fast just now and dropped all your things on the ground. I picked them up for you." When she said this, she smacked her lips with some regret.

"That jar of malted milk was broken, and I picked up some clean things and wrapped them up in oil paper. There are two boxes of vanishing cream, two handkerchiefs, and some other miscellaneous things. They are all here. Look at them."

Song Guanwen, who was sitting on the bench, opened his eyes when he heard this. He looked at the net bag in the old lady's hand, his eyes flashed, and after thanking her, he reached out to take it.

The crowd finally dispersed. Song Guanwen slumped on the bench with his eyes closed, letting the heat dry his wet clothes. He almost fell asleep.

I don’t know how long it took, but I suddenly heard rustling footsteps behind me, and then a voice with some uncertainty came into my ears.

"Cousin?!"