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 some bad names. Add some chips to your 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 happened to be the right time. Writing poems was just for self-protection.
It was still early, there was heavy fog, and there were few pedestrians on the road. It was a rare quiet moment 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.
"Cold, cold...
Well, it hurts, it hurts...
Uh-huh, huh-huh
...
Take mine and send it back to me
Eat me and spit it out
..."
There was no one around, so Zhu Ping'an didn't have to worry too much. He was enjoying himself humming interesting tunes from the past, swaying and gesticulating, which could be regarded as flexing his hands and feet to fight against the slightly cold morning fog.
Most ancient cities had this advantage. They were surrounded by mountains and rivers, and Anqing Mansion had abundant water sources, with many lakes and rivers in the mansion. The inn where Zhu Pingan lived was on the edge of Taihu Lake. He didn'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, and with this persistent persistence, it can be said that Zhu Pingan'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 out the bamboo tube in my hand.
Not far from the lake, a patch of dark water plants spread out on the surface of the lake...
This immediately reminded Zhu Pingan of a story he had read: A boy and his girlfriend went for 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 Ping'an first saw this large pile of water plants spread out, he shivered instinctively and almost dropped the bamboo tube in his hand into the water.
He took a deep breath to calm down.
After all, a story is a story, and in reality, ten out of ten people will not follow the plot in the story.
Zhu Pingan, who had calmed down, 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 vaguely seen near the black water plants. What's going on? Someone jumped into the lake so early in the morning...
At this time, Zhu Ping'an didn't care about what he was afraid of. His life was at stake, so he threw away the things in his hands, not caring whether his shoes and robes would get wet...
thump
A sound of water
Then I saw a dog-pawing figure entering the water. There was a fierce sound of water, a splash, and the calm lake surface rolled.
He won't be brave next time. Zhu Ping'an, who was all wet, used all his strength and choked several times on the way. He almost didn't donate it to the lake god. With a strong will, he pulled the owner of the black waterweed in the lake up. shore.
After landing on the shore, Zhu Ping'an turned over the owner of the black waterweed without taking a breath and rested, and prepared to start first aid.
I couldn't help but look at this person 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 a rare beauty at that. , just looking at the appearance, it is still the soft and weak one...
But when Zhu Pingan saw this girl's face, she had a complicated expression.
Why is this a witch?
By the way, how could this fierce, almost alien-like witch commit suicide by drowning herself in a river? 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.
Zhu Pingan put his hand on the girl's chest, not taking advantage of the opportunity, but touching to see if there was still a heartbeat. The body temperature was still hot, but the heartbeat seemed not to be palpable.
According to the first aid knowledge he learned in his previous life, Zhu Pingan performed first aid on her. He first reached out to the girl's mouth, preparing to remove foreign matter such as mud and weeds from her mouth and nose so as not to obstruct her respiratory tract and keep her breathing smooth. But this witch seems to be quite clean in her mouth, so that's all.
The children of Jianghu will definitely understand that the situation is urgent, Zhu Ping'an thought, and then reached out to untie the clothes and belts tightly wrapped around the demon girl's chest wall, so that the breathing movement would not be restricted by external forces.
If there is a heartbeat, you can use the drainage method. This witch's heartbeat can hardly be felt, so she can only use external chest heart massage and mouth-to-mouth artificial respiration.
one two three four
Not light but not heavy massage
There seems to be no response yet
It seems that artificial respiration is the only option.
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 face, yelling at sluts and other words, but no matter what, the two people will fall in love with each other after a tortuous and interesting process, and then do something together. It’s a shy but interesting game, and then the time is frozen in the scene of a family of three watching the sunrise or sunset, and the story ends perfectly.
Pull her 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 and give artificial respiration to the witch. 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 could do anything, he saw the demon girl beneath him suddenly opening her dark eyes.
Then, Zhu Pingan 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.
thump
A sound of water
Zhu Pingan fell into the water again
I couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of saliva while I was in the air, but it didn't matter. I fell into the water and drank three or five more sips of water to make up for the spitted water.
On the shore of Taihu Lake, the demon girl opened her dark eyes and kept stretching out one leg to kick people...
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