With a hook from the gang pet boss, Master Fu fell

Song Yu saw that the sky was completely dark, Song Nanshu didn't come, and the two babies didn't come back, so he simply took an umbrella, ran to the kitchen door, looked at the man in an apron who was busy: "Fu Hanyu, you are waiting for Song at home." Butler, I'm going to pick up our big baby."

"Wait a minute." Fu Hanyu called to her, cut a piece of stewed beef just out of the pan, put it in a bowl, put it in a small bag and handed it to her: "Eat while walking."

Song Yu was already drooling greedily. When he walked to the door, he thought of something and turned around again: "Fu Hanyu, please tell them to wait when people come."

Fu Hanyu had just picked up a small piece of beef and took a bite, and with a soft reply, she had already run up to him, looking at him—the beef in his hand.

He couldn't help laughing, and fed her the remaining small piece. Seeing her turn around and leave, he caught up with two more steps, looked at his oily hands, and could only tell: "Scarf, put the scarf on!" , Put on your hat, it’s cold outside, be careful of catching a cold.”

Song Yu raised his hand and made an ok gesture, and replied inarticulately: "Got it."

She went to get the scarf, wrapped it around herself indiscriminately, and put a hat on herself.

Fu Hanyu wanted to remind her to wear a hat first and then a scarf, but seeing that she was also well dressed, she shook her head helplessly, smiled, looked at her figure, and ran into the heavy snow, but still couldn't hold back: "Hold an umbrella!"

Song Yu paused, and after opening the umbrella, he turned around and smiled at him, before lifting his feet and leaving to pick up the two babies at home.

Song Yan had arranged for the two babies to go to class as early as yesterday.

The school is a private school that is only open to some children of the Song family and the affiliated families of the Song family. It is equivalent to the ethnology run by the big families in ancient times, and it specializes in cultivating and sending outstanding talents for the Song family.

However, ethnology is only for younger children. There are only kindergartens, elementary schools, no middle schools, high schools and universities.

There is a lot of teaching content. In addition to the courses required in ordinary schools, there are also etiquette classes, martial arts classes, and business management classes. The teachers invited to teach are all bigwigs in various majors.

This kind of learning is different from the kind of in-depth study in Weiyan Kindergarten. It is a formal course with very strict assessment.

Ying Si stayed at Song's house as a guest, so naturally he couldn't have a leisurely meal. Song Yan temporarily arranged him to teach the children in the kindergarten class. He didn't stick to the content of the class, and he could talk about whatever he wanted. .

The last class of the day is his class.

The snow is getting bigger and bigger now.

Song Yu was walking on the road, eating beef while admiring the unique night view of the Song family under the street lamps.

After walking for about 10 minutes, you can see the school at the end of the Song family mansion in the distance.

It is a combination of ancient style and modern style. It is simple but not rigid, with a kind of liveliness.

The kindergarten building is a small three-story building, and the elementary school building is a six-story building, which happens to be one floor per grade.

At this moment, the building of the primary school is still lit, and some people can be seen faintly studying.

The kindergarten building was already pitch black.

Song Yu frowned slightly, he stopped eating the beef in his hand, and quickened his pace to move forward.

When I got closer, I vaguely heard the cheerful laughter of the children.

She squinted slightly, and she could see the lake not far away. Under the illumination of the street lamps, there were figures of more than a dozen children chasing and playing on the lake.

She saw Song Yu and Fu Xun the first time, and she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and her pace became more leisurely.

The children were skating on the frozen lake, playing together in twos and threes, having a great time.

Among the children, you can still see the gentle and lazy figure, standing on the ice, leaning on a big tree that leans and almost falls on the lake, looking at them, it is Ying four.

Song Yuming knew that someone who could become the head of the Ying family at a young age was definitely not a good person.

But looking at the warm and happy picture scroll in front of him at this moment, he feels that he should be like a teacher.

The person on the opposite side seemed to have noticed her, raised his eyebrows slightly, looked at her from a distance, nodded slightly at her, and smiled softly.

Song Yu also nodded slightly at him.

But the next moment.

She just listened to the panicked scream of a child on the lake, and the atmosphere on the originally happy and warm lake suddenly became solemn and depressing.

Her heart hung up again, and she accelerated the speed of her feet, and flew towards the opposite side.

But soon, she heard her son's voice, calmly and anxiously: "Teacher, Song Shizhan fell into the lake."

When Song Yu heard this, his tense nerves relaxed a little, but the speed of his feet became faster, and the look in his eyes became more serious.

She saw Ying Si leaning on the tree trunk, moving quickly towards the direction of the accident. He looked calm, but his messy footsteps still revealed his nervousness and worry at the moment.

In the blink of an eye, he had already arrived, without the slightest hesitation, he jumped into the lake neatly.

The frightened children screamed again and again.

They are all children of the same age. At this moment, it can be seen who is the most stable and calmest.

The expression in Fu Xun's eyes was calm and cold. He took Song Ze's hand with his small hand, only caring about his safety, and would not let him be in danger. For example, if he wanted to jump down to save someone, he would never let him go.

Song Ze had a lively personality. He was always the king of kids everywhere. He was the calmest and most clear-headed one at the moment. He shouted, "Don't get close. Come back to the shore. The lake is no longer safe."

His voice was immature, but it was very powerful, and woke up the flustered children who didn't know what to do and were stunned in place.

"Don't panic, take your time, be careful, don't bump into other people." Song Ze saw that they were a little panicked, fearing that they would mess up, he yelled again.

His voice seemed to be filled with magical power. The children who were in a panic were much more peaceful, obedient and orderly, and retreated to the shore one by one. Some slipped on their feet, and other children would reach out to support them.

Seeing that everyone retreated, Song Ze pulled a child and said, "Song Yanli, go to the security guard at the gate of our school and tell them that the teacher and Song Shizhan fell into the lake together, and ask them to find someone to save him, find a doctor, Bring something to keep you warm."

The child named Song Yanli, among these children, looks relatively older and calmer, but his small face is still a little pale. Hearing his words, he nodded vigorously at him, turned around and ran towards the school gate .

Song Ze finished all this, in fact, it only took less than a minute. When he went to look at the cracked ice hole on the lake, he saw it there, and he had completely calmed down.

His heart skipped a beat, he murmured badly, squinted his eyes slightly, and tried hard to see the situation over there clearly, when he saw a blurry figure under the ice, rushing toward the center of the lake.

He has learned to swim since he was a child. His mother taught him swimming in the big river at the head of the village. He has also seen drowning people. He knows clearly that the teacher can't swim!

He stomped on the spot anxiously, intending to go to rescue people, but he knew clearly and calmly that he was still a child, and he was incapable of saving people under such cold ice, and jumping down was just courting death, which would only add trouble to the rescuers.

"Fu Xun."

When he turned his head, out of the corner of his eye, he clearly saw a familiar figure, quickly approaching this side, and in the blink of an eye, he was in front of him, his eyes lit up, and his voice was full of surprise and excitement: "Mommy!"