The ball ran towards the reservoir at the foot of Cheche Mountain, and it ran so fast that its ears and tail were stretched in a line with its body.

The seven old men followed Qiuqiu to the reservoir at the foot of the mountain, and the slippery and muddy road caused him to fall several times. Wang Silin followed cautiously on crutches, and his cries soon alarmed the rest of the village.

The ball circled around the cistern, screaming incessantly.

The seven old men saw the shoes, raincoats, and rain boots by the pool, and they didn't have to think much about how they knew what was going on. Before he had time to take off his clothes, the seven old men jumped into the cistern and stabbed one by one.

The muddy water of the pool prevented him from seeing what was going on under the water, and he groped around the bottom of the pool. Unable to hold it back, he surfaced to take a breath and continued to dive.

The reservoir is not large, just over 40 square meters, but it is not easy to find a child in the turbid water. The seven old men changed their breaths several times in a row, and he himself felt a little overwhelmed. After all, he is also an old man, and he no longer has the body and courage he used to be.

Wang Silin lay on the edge of the pool, whimpering and crying: "Little Dingding, little Dingding." It's all grandpa bad, don't you scare grandpa? ”

"Hurry up, hurry up, everyone who can swim will go down and help. Look, the seven old men are dying. Wang San's sister-in-law shouted to those who ran over.

Yagou and Liu Yishui both took off their clothes and jumped into the water.

"Seven old men, you rest for a while, let's come."

Even though it was a summer morning, the water in the cistern was still a little cold. The faces of the seven old men turned purple and trembled.

The seven old men shook their heads, and another fierce man stabbed down. Little Ding Ding is such a cute and sensible child, he feels that she is somewhere at the bottom of the pool, and shouts in his heart, Seventh Grandpa, help me.

The seven old men's hearts were tightly pinched, complaining about how they didn't have the sharpness they had when they were young. At that time, in the summer, when there was a lot of water, he was able to jump into the rushing Black Beach River and float out for miles with the flowing water.

The seven old men dived deep again, holding their breath and groping for the stones and silt at the bottom of the pool. Suddenly, he touched something like a water weed, and then he touched a round watermelon-like thing.

The seven old men felt a burst of excitement in their hearts, and floated to the surface with that thing in their arms.

"Hurry, hurry, help pull people up." Zhu Yuqun had a lot of strength, and dragged the seven old men who were a little exhausted, and pulled him and the little Ding Ding in his arms to the shore.

Little Tintin closed her lips and eyes tightly, and her muddy hair stuck to her head, making her look like a round radish that had been beaten by frost.

"Hurry up, tooth dog, you carry little Ding Ding upside down and run a few laps." The seven old men didn't care about getting wet, so they put the little Ding Ding's head and feet on the back of the tooth dog, and let him run around the reservoir with the little Ding Ding on his back.

This is a common first aid method when someone is drowning in the countryside, and it can control the water in the throat and lungs of the drowning person.

The tooth dog carried the little dingding on his head and feet and ran around the cistern.

"Liu Yishui, you are young and run fast, hurry up and call Gu Erwa."

After the seven old men finished arranging, they felt as if they were cramped, and they suddenly sat down in the mud. After all, he was old, and he was so nervous just now, and there were several times when the seven old men felt that they didn't have the strength to swim up from the bottom of the reservoir.

Tooth Dog ran around a few laps with Little Tintin on his back, and dirty water came out of her nostrils. It's just that little Tintin is still trismus and is not breathing.

"Alright, Toothdog, stop." Although the Seven Old Men don't want to see such a result, so many years of life experience will not deceive.

"Little Tintin, little Tintin, I'm grandpa, you open your eyes and look at me." Wang Silin held the cold little Ding Ding in his arms, wanting to use his body temperature to warm her little body.

Little Tintin's small body can no longer feel the warmth of his grandfather's arms. Just like a withered flower, no matter how the sun shines and how the spring breeze retains, it has fallen from the branches, and will never show its beauty again, and will no longer exude a charming fragrance.

"Brother Silin, you, don't cry, Xiao Ding Ding is gone." The seventh old man patted Wang Silin's shoulder, and said in his mouth to tell him not to cry, but he himself was already choked up, and tears couldn't stop flowing.

Wang Silin yelled at the seven old men like crazy: "Old Seven, you doll fart." Little Ding Ding can't go, can't go, she also said that she wants me to be happy when I grow up. ”

"Little Dingding, be good, open your eyes and look at grandpa, look at grandpa!"

Wang Silin's appearance made those onlookers can't stop wiping their tears.

Gu Erwa carried the medicine box on her back and stumbled over with Liu Yishui.

"Gu Erwa, look at Xiao Ding Ding, look at my little Ding Ding, you have to save her." Wang Silin seemed to grasp a life-saving straw and held Gu Erwa's hand tightly.

"Okay, I'll take a look." Gu Erwa squatted down, touched Xiao Dingding's chest, and opened her eyes to look at it.

"How's it going, how's it going?"

"Uncle," Gu Erwa hesitated, "Little Ding Ding is dead, she is dead!" ”

"Fart! Gu Erwa, what kind of doctor are you ******, you can't even save such a well-behaved child. Wang Silin pointed at Gu Erwa and scolded.

Gu Erwa shook her head aggrievedly, and said to the seventh old man: "This old man is crazy, you can call Feng Xian'er." ”

"Little Tintin, let's go home, go home with grandpa. They are all bad people, and they don't want to save you. You go home with grandpa, and we ignore them. ”

Wang Silin stood up, holding a cane in one hand and Xiao Ding Ding in the other. No one knew that Wang Silin, who had suffered from rheumatism and bone disease for so many years, actually walked so steadily step by step with a cane and holding Xiao Dingding.

Zhu Yuqun wanted to step forward to help him, but the seven old men stopped her: "Let him take Xiao Ding Ding home by himself." ”

The seven old men followed Wang Silin home, and Qiuqiu followed behind a little sadly. It seems that it also knows that little Tintin will never bring him to the in the morning again, and she will never buy him delicious ham sausage again.

Wang Silin returned home with Xiao Ding Ding in his arms, closed the courtyard door, and shut out those who followed him.

"Little Tintin, you see your clothes are wet, you will catch a cold. Grandpa will change your clothes. Wang Silin leaned on crutches and picked out Xiao Dingding's best-looking clothes from the closet for her to change.

"Little Tintin, your hair is messy and wet, how unsightly it is. Grandpa knows that you love to be pretty, and grandpa combs your hair and braids you. Our little Ding Ding is the most well-behaved, the best doll in the village, no, the best doll in the world. Wang Silin chattered, took a towel to dry Xiao Dingding's wet hair, and took a comb to comb her braids. It's just that Wang Silin is clumsy and can't comb it well.

"Little Dingding, grandpa is stupid, grandpa can't braid you well. We don't tie it, you can sleep for a while. When you wake up, grandpa will make you something to eat. Grandpa will fry you in oil and make you back to the pot ......"

Wang Silin gave up braiding Xiao Ding Ding, carried her to the bed, and covered her with a quilt.

He sat on the edge of the bed and looked at little Tintin with his eyes closed. She seemed to be asleep, so quiet.

Wang Silin believes that when Xiao Ding Ding wakes up, he will call him as usual, shouting Grandpa, I'm hungry.

But little Tintin will never wake up again, and will never call him grandpa again. Wang Silin knew that he was deceiving himself, but he really didn't want to believe that such a cute and sensible little Ding Ding left him like this.

The sky was blue after the rain. Big white clouds in the air like a lot of marshmallows. Dragonflies flapped their transparent wings around the fields, occasionally tapping the surface of the water, leaving ripples in circles. The little swallows had already begun to practice flying, hovering over the yard with their parents for a while and then stopping at the eaves.

Little Tintin will never see such a view again. I couldn't see my grandfather in front of her bed. The sunlight that came in through the window shone on Wang Silin's silver-white hair and wrinkles on his face, and he looked more and more old.