In the early morning, the fog was thick, with a slight cold, churning.

The fog in the early morning, which feels close at hand, always makes people feel the urge to reach out and touch it. If he did, it would be in vain. People walk in the fog, and the distance is so hazy that they can't see the direction. The sky, gray and dreary, seemed to be more intimate with the earth.

It has been five days since the Amazing Immortal Poetry Meeting, and during this period, other poetry clubs have been held one after another, and the students and scholars who participated in the government examination have been working hard to perform well in the poetry meeting, leaving a little name, and wanting to add some chips to their imperial examinations.

Some people also invited Zhu Ping'an to participate, either sincerely or falsely, but Zhu Ping'an politely declined. The last time I participated in the Amazing Immortal Poetry Club, it was just a coincidence, but I was dragged by the uncle and others to meet my friends, and it happened to be their meeting, and writing poems was just for self-preservation.

It's early, it's foggy, there are few pedestrians on the road, and the noisy Anqing Mansion is rare quiet.

Zhu Ping'an, dressed in a blue cloth robe, carrying a schoolbag and a black wooden board in his hand, slowly appeared in the morning mist, singing a strange tune contentistically.

"Cold, cold...

Well, it hurts, it hurts...

Uh-huh, uh-huh

I took mine and sent it back to me

Eat mine and spit it out."

There was no one around, and Zhu Ping'an didn't have to worry too much, humming the funny tunes of the past complacently, swaying and gesturing, which can be regarded as moving his hands and feet to fight against this slightly cold morning fog.

Most of the ancient cities have this benefit, surrounded by mountains and rivers, Anqing Mansion is rich in water, and there are many lakes and rivers in the house.

The inn where Zhu Ping'an lived was on the edge of Taihu Lake, and he didn't have to go far to the edge of Taihu Lake.

Under this perseverance, Zhu Ping'an's calligraphy has been slowly improving.

Putting down the wooden board, he took out the 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, ready to write.

Because Wu Da didn't find it just now, he almost didn't throw the bamboo tube in his hand in fright when he leaned over to fill the water.

Not far from the lake, a pitch-black aquatic grass spreads out on the surface of the lake

This reminded Zhu Ping'an of a story he had read: a boy went for a walk by the river with his girlfriend. Suddenly his girlfriend fell into the river, and the boy hurriedly jumped into the water to look for it, but he couldn't find his girlfriend, and he almost got caught in the weeds, and finally he left the place sadly. After a few years, he revisited the old place, and then he saw an old man fishing, and the fish he caught did not have any aquatic weeds on it, so he asked the old man why the fish did not have any aquatic weeds on his body, and the old man said: This river has never grown aquatic weeds. At this point, the boy suddenly committed suicide by jumping into the water.

So when Zhu Ping'an saw the big water plants spread out at first glance, he instinctively shivered, and the bamboo tube in his hand was almost thrown into the water.

I took a deep breath to stabilize my mind.

After all, a story is a story, and in reality, the ** of ten will not follow the drama in the story.

Zhu Ping'an, who had stabilized his mind, leaned over again and stretched out his hand to pour water, but his eyes involuntarily stared at the black aquatic plants.

In the next second, the hand was trembling again, and the clothes could be faintly seen near the black aquatic plants

This time, Zhu Ping'an didn't care about what he was afraid of, his life was at stake, he threw the things in his hand, and didn't care whether his shoes and robes would get wet

thump

There was a sound of water

Then I saw a dog-like figure go into the water, and the sound of the water was fierce, and the calm lake surface was tumbling.

Next time, he will not be reckless, Zhu Ping'an, who was wet, tried his best to choke on several mouthfuls of water on the way, and almost didn't donate it to the lake god, and with a will, he pulled the owner of the black aquatic plants in the lake ashore.

On the shore, Zhu Ping'an didn't care about taking a breath to rest, so he turned over the owner of the black aquatic grass and prepared to start first aid.

In the lake, I didn't care about the appearance of this person, and turned it over only to find that the owner of this black aquatic plant was a woman, with bright skin and snow muscles, and a delicate face, and she was a rare beauty

However, when Zhu Ping'an saw this girl's face, it was complicated

How is this enchantress

In other words, how could this fierce demon girl of an almost alien species throw herself into the river to find a short view? This is the master of a flying knife that can accurately stab the little spider?

Although there are many doubts, in the face of life, let's stand aside.

Zhu Ping'an stretched out his hand and put it on the girl's chest, not to take advantage of the opportunity, but to touch it to see if there was a heartbeat, the body temperature was still hot, and the heartbeat seemed to be intangible.

According to the first aid knowledge learned in her previous life, Zhu Ping'an launched first aid for her, first reaching out to the girl's mouth, preparing to remove the sludge, weeds and other foreign objects in her mouth and nose, so as not to obstruct the airway and keep her breathing smooth. But this demon girl's mouth seems to be quite clean, so that's it.

If you are in a hurry, the children of the rivers and lakes will definitely understand, Zhu Ping'an thought so, and reached out to untie the clothes and belts that the demon girl wrapped tightly around the chest wall, so that the breathing movement was not restricted by external forces.

If there is a heartbeat, the heartbeat of this demon girl can hardly be touched, and she can only use chest heart massage and mouth-to-mouth artificial respiration.

One two three four

A massage that is neither light nor heavy

It doesn't seem to have been responded to

It seems that I had to take artificial respiration

How do I feel more and more drama in the novel.,It seems that the novel is also this kind of bloody festival.,The male protagonist met a drowning woman by the lake.,A rescue.,Artificial respiration begins.,After a few breathing kisses.,The heroine woke up.,Scream.,And then it's a slap.,Scolding the disciple or something like that.,But no matter what,The two will fall in love with each other after a tortuous and interesting process.,And then do some embarrassing but interesting games together.,And then time freezes in the scene of a family of three watching the sunrise or watching the sunset. , the story ends perfectly.

Pull it down, after artificial respiration, it's good if this demon girl doesn't pierce a few holes in herself.

Zhu Ping'an smiled self-deprecatingly, ready to bow his head and give artificial respiration to this demon girl, human life is at stake, and there is no room for hesitation.

However, reality is reality, and it has nothing to do with the story.

Zhu Ping'an lowered his head, and before he could do anything, he saw that the demon girl under him suddenly opened his dark eyes.

Then, Zhu Ping'an felt as if he had been hit in the stomach by a cow at a speed of two thousand five hundred yards

The whole person almost stretched his hands and feet forward and rose into the air

thump

There was a sound of water

Zhu Ping'an's whole body fell into the water again

In the air, he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of saliva, but it didn't matter, he fell into the water and drank three or five more mouthfuls of water, and made up for the water he spit out

On the shore of Taihu Lake, the demon girl who opened her dark eyes maintained the action of stretching out one leg and kicking people xh118 at this moment