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On the afternoon of the first day of the Chinese New Year, Mengzi was anxious to go boating in Zhongshan Park. Old Campbell didn't say a word, got on a tricycle, and carried his grandson to the park. What he didn't expect, however, was that he had almost lost his life that afternoon.
There are a lot of tourists in the park. At the door, a group of people are gathering to set off fireworks. Here, a "drill monkey" "squeaked" and flew into the sky, the smoke was drifting with the wind, and there was a smell of gunpowder in the air; over there, a "fire hen" spat out fireworks in its mouth and made a "chirping" cry, and in an instant, its ass "swelled" up, and it laid a "balloon egg". The fierce son naughtily rushed forward and stepped on the "egg", and the egg "snapped" and shattered, like a firecracker exploding, and the cheerful laughter of the children was heard around.
There was a roar from the side. "Milk, one milk!" Guiyi Milk! "Sweet and sour lemonade!" "Juice, Huiyuan juice, sweet and pleasant!" "Milk, Guiyi milk, Guisun sells milk!" Mako squeezed out the crowd of fireworks, mischievously imitating the tone of the boss who sold milk, shouting and grimacing at the boss.
Selling milk was an obese middle-aged woman with a face of horizontal flesh and eyes, eyebrows and nose squeezed together. Hearing the roar of the fierce son, she was not happy.
"Whose bunny cub?" Run here and spread wilderness. She stepped forward and tugged at the macho's collar. Mako was hurt by the woman, his face turned half red, and he cried out "Wow".
"What for?" Old Jimbo glared angrily at the woman in front of him.
"He swears!" The woman was a loud voice, and she was not willing to show weakness, and her flesh trembled.
"He's still a kid!" Old Jimbo blushed and his eyebrows twisted.
"Forget it, Juanzi. For the New Year, don't worry about children in general. The burly man next to him interjected, he was Juanzi's man.
"You don't care, Da Shun." This child is too ignorant, adults should strengthen education, and this old man should apologize to us. Juanzi did not spare, unconsciously, a group of people had gathered around them, and people stared at the old Jinbao curiously, wanting to see how this farce ended.
"Scatter, scatter." Da Shun, while driving away the crowd, comforted old Jin Bao, "My family Juanzi is a bit ignorant, you don't have to worry about her in general." ”
Old Jin Bao led the weeping macho to the east, and Juanzi muttered and talked in the back. There was a stall selling sugar gourds in front of it, and The mako stopped crying.
"Well, I want to eat sugar gourd, don't you?" Grandpa bought it for you. "Strings of sugar gourds lie flat in the vitrine window — there are yam beans, sour hawthorns, and oranges... They looked at the world with their eyebrows furrowed, as if they were mocking them. Mako ate the sugar gourd and broke into a smile.
Old Jimbo's interest in visiting the park was gone, and he wanted to go home with Mako. "No! Grandfather. I'm going to row. Old Jin Bao couldn't help but be fierce, so he had to take him to Zhongshan Lake on the east side of the park.
He only bought a ticket and let Mako get on the boat alone, and then he went to the other shore and waited for Maguson to disembark. In this way, one can save money for a ferry ticket, and the other is that he wants to go to the toilet.
After coming out of the toilet, old Jimbo stood on the shore and looked out at the lake. Although the sun has sunk in the west, it still sprinkles golden light on the turquoise lake. The water sparkles, boats float in the water, and flocks of wild ducks roam the hustle and bustle of the water. From time to time, they pick up small fish from the water, and they have long adapted to this chaotic scene and are calm. On the shore, there was a burst of applause.
Two small boats accidentally collided, and a little boy in a beige down jacket fell into the lake. Not good, the fierce son fell into the water! I blame myself for not following him on the boat!
Old Jimbo threw off his cotton coat, took off his cowhide shoes, and jumped into the water. He gave a shiver of excitement. So cool! But he couldn't help it, and struggled to swim toward the middle of the water.
A voice came from the shore — "Grandpa, come on!" "It's Makoto! So, who is the boy in the water? He glanced again at the center of the water. The boy was struggling together in the water, and the people on the boat were in a mess, and he immediately continued to swim towards the boy without hesitation.
With all his strength, he pushed the boy ashore, and then he climbed up the shore with difficulty. His body was already soaked, like a chicken in soup. It's too cold! He shivered coldly, his face had frozen to the color of pig's liver, and his lips had turned blue-purple. He was exhausted and his brain was a mess, after all, he was already in his 60s. In my ears, I heard the cries of the fierce son.
"Xiao Qiang, Xiao Qiang!" A woman ran over crying, and it was Juanzi who was looking for her son—the boy who fell into the water was called Xiao Qiang, her son. "Thank you, uncle. Thank you, I was sorry just now. Juanzi said embarrassedly, she put her arms around her son who was shivering, crying and laughing again!" It's okay. Old Jimbo shivered and squeezed out a smile with difficulty.
"Call an ambulance." Or the big Shun who heard the news rushed to the brain clearer. Someone dialed 120.
People carried old Jinbao and Xiao Qiang into the ticket office and changed them into clean clothes. Outside the park came the whistle of an ambulance, and it "whined" as if to pray for their blessings.
About author:Zhang Fuxian, formerly known as Zhang Huifeng, is a geography teacher at Chengwu Bole No.1 Middle School in Shandong Province. Use poetry to record the joys and sorrows of life, use words to describe the good, evil, beauty and ugliness of the world; good reading, love calligraphy, to praise the true feelings of the world, to say all the unfairness of the world. He is a contracted writer of Chinese original novels, who has written the novella "Auspicious and His Partners", as well as short stories, miniature novels, essays, and poems, totaling millions of words, and his works are scattered on various online platforms.
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