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

Seeing his two older babies standing in front of him safely, Song Yu breathed a sigh of relief, but his tense nerves did not relax. He asked, "Where are you?"

Song Ze calmly told her what he saw: "Mommy, the teacher can't swim. I saw him go to the center of the lake. I don't know if he saved Song Shizhan."

As he spoke, he pointed to the place where he saw him for the last time.

Song Yu attached his spiritual power to his eyes, because it wasn't long before the person fell into the lake, the temperature of the human body is still significantly different from the temperature of the lake water, and he could vaguely see a figure who was rushed towards him by the current. In the center of the lake, where the water is deepest.

If you look again, you can see that the man is still holding a small figure in his arms.

"Mommy, I've sent someone to call for someone." Song Ze said.

Song Yu nodded, without turning his head to look, the child he sent to call for someone has not yet reached the school gate, and when he calls for someone to come back, the two people in the lake should be cold, we can't wait any longer, hold each other She clenched her fists and said seriously: "Xunbao, Zebao, you two are looking at other people, Mommy is going to save them."

After she finished speaking, she went straight to the ice surface, tearing off the scarf as she walked, tearing off a long strip from the scarf with one force, stretching it with her hands to test the strength of the force, and then took off the down jacket. Together with most of the torn scarf, they were thrown on the ice.

Fu Xun squeezed Song Ze's hand tightly, his big dark eyes were filled with endless worries.

Song Ze held his hand instead, watched her jump into the ice hole, and comforted: "Don't worry, Mommy is very powerful."

In his heart, Mommy is an omnipotent superman. No matter how difficult things are, when it comes to Mommy, it's nothing. It's just saving someone, a small matter.

The lake water is fluctuating.

Even though Song Yu covered his whole body with aura, he still shivered from the cold, gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and swam towards the people in the lake through perception.

The water of the lake is icy cold.

Ying Si was swept up by the water, his eyes were empty and blurred, his body was as stiff as a log, uncontrollable by him, as if he had lost consciousness, he could only drift with the current.

Until the child in his arms struggled a bit.

His empty vision slowly focused, and his eyes moved down. When he saw the child in his arms, his eyes gradually became clear. His brain was blank, and his sanity was also returning a little bit, but the fear in his heart was lingering.

He wanted to move his hands and feet, he wanted to mobilize his inner strength, he wanted to rush out of this damned, panic-stricken, suffocating dark water.

But he was powerless to find that he couldn't do it at all, he could only smile bitterly, with deep self-mockery and endless nostalgia.

In this world, except for her, no one knows that he can't swim, and he has underwater phobia.

But at that moment, when he saw his student fall into the lake, the first thing he thought of was not himself, but jumped down stupidly.

He found the child, but now, if within 2 minutes, he can't overcome the fear in his heart and rush out, and no one will find them, no one will come to rescue them, the child may die here with him up.

So what if I'm dead?

In this world, there is no one he cares about, nor anyone who cares about him. His death will only be a carnival for everyone. Other chaebol families and his so-called relatives will applaud and say good death!

The child in his arms struggled again.

Ying Si frowned slightly to look at him, and felt that the surrounding water became more and more urgent, forming a vortex around him rapidly, and the vortex was getting bigger and bigger.

The suffocating and oppressive feeling brought by the pitch-black vortex made his briefly clear brain become blank again, and his eyes were blurred.

Breathing became more and more difficult, the bone-chilling lake water invaded every corner of the body, and the lungs seemed to be crushed at the next moment with a bang.

Just when he felt that he was going to die, in his blurred vision, suddenly there was a figure swimming towards him quickly.

Even though it was under the pitch-black water, perhaps it was because of the dying moment, he could see her face clearly, and even saw the transparent ice surface behind her, and the beautiful snowflakes hovering and falling on the ice surface.

At this moment, the bright and delicate face in front of her perfectly overlapped with her small face.

At that time, she was also like this, when he thought she was going to die, she suddenly appeared in front of him.

He suddenly smiled heartily, the curve of the corners of his lips became bigger and bigger, the look in his eyes was so gentle that water dripped out, and he looked at her with deep nostalgia.

He had imagined countless times what she would look like when she grew up. At this moment, he was sure that it was what he saw now.

"Yingsi." Song Yu saw him floating in the water, motionless as if he was dead, and he was still smiling silly at her, which made her get goosebumps all over, and called out to him.

But this is in the water.

Without saying anything, she was still poured cold water, so she could only keep her mouth shut, and quickly swam towards him. When she got to him, she hugged Song Shizhan in his arms first.

But he hugged her too tightly, his arms were like steel bars, no matter how hard she tried, he wouldn't let go.

In a hurry, she patted his face hard, pointed at the child in his arms, and asked him to let go, so that she could hold one and swim up with the other on her back.

Ying Si looked at her and smiled, as if he understood what she meant, he let go of his hand.

Song Yu breathed a sigh of relief, hugged the little guy into his arms, tied the cloth strip she brought down directly in front of him, turned around, grabbed Ying Si's arm, and wanted to carry him on his back .

Ying Si cooperatively lay on her back.

Song Yu could feel that his body also relaxed at this moment, but she couldn't allow her to think too much, first save the person and then talk about it.

She charged up, looked up at the direction of the lake, and was just about to use her legs to rush out.

Ying Si, who was carrying her on her back, suddenly clung to her ear as if she was talking in a dream, and sighed softly with endless nostalgia: "Little friend."