A narrow and cramped stairway.

Qin Xiaojin stood in front of the corridor and was stunned.

He didn't expect that in Yuncheng, an international metropolis with a long history and culture, there would be such a humble community.

The little boy bowed to Qin Xiaojin, then took his hand and hurriedly ran up the corridor, and said: "Brother, please, save my mother and my sister, they fainted, my mother's mobile phone was turned off, and I couldn't call 120 ......."

Qin Xiaojin followed the little boy to the door of a suite.

There was a faint smell of gas leaking out of the door, Qin Xiaojin was startled, and immediately pushed the door open.

There was no light in the room, only a candle lit on the table by the window, and a zither came into view in the flickering candlelight.

Qin Xiaojin's gaze swept over the zither and reached for the switch on the wall against the door.

"Brother, there is no electricity at home, come on, my mother and my sister are in the bathroom." The little boy said as he rushed in the direction of the bathroom.

Qin Xiaojin didn't dare to hesitate, and followed quickly, while taking out his mobile phone and turning on the flashlight mode.

The bathroom was small, and a young woman and a little girl of five or six years old fell to the floor.

It's gas poisoning!

The gas canister was in the corner of the bathroom, and Qin Xiaozu walked over quickly to close the valve, but found that the gas canister had been closed.

He looked up and saw that there were no windows on the bathroom wall, and retreated into the living room to find that the living room window was also open.

Apparently, the little boy had done this before he went to move the rescuers.

Qin Xiaojin dialed "120" on his mobile phone: "Please send an ambulance immediately, I have someone with gas poisoning here, it is a woman and a child......"

The little boy looked at Qin Xiaojin with expectant eyes, suddenly saw him for a moment, then looked over and asked, "The address of your home." ”

"This is the house my mom just rented, I don't know the address." The little boy hung his head, full of self-reproach.

Qin Xiaojin had no choice but to hang up the phone, he returned to the bathroom door and looked at the mother and daughter on the ground, and then walked into the bedroom again.

In the light of the mobile phone, Qin Xiaojin saw a scarf on the bed in the bedroom......

Lao Zhang held an umbrella and looked for Qin Xiaojin near the road, but he didn't see Qin Xiaojin after turning around, he was afraid that Qin Xiaojin would go and return and miss him, so he returned to the same place and waited.

As he was stamping his feet, he saw Qin Xiaojin holding a young woman and hurrying from the rain, followed by a little boy.

"Little Mister!" Lao Zhang hurriedly caught up.

He was slightly stunned when he took the unconscious woman from Qin Xiaojin's hand, and Qin Xiaojin was still carrying a little girl on his back.

"Uncle Zhang, go to the hospital!" Qin Xiaojin said, with a slight gasp.

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Qin's family, mourning hall.

Although the obituary of Mr. Qin Chuan's death has just been issued, the couplets and flower baskets of leaders, experts, and people in the music industry have been sent one after another, and most of the mourning hall has been piled up at this time.

On the big screen, photos of the old gentleman are projected before his death, and on both sides of the "unforgettable hands, forever remember the family; Inheriting the will, it can be praised Xianfen", and the elegiac mourning is eye-catching.

It was already midnight, and the representative Zheng song composed by the old gentleman before his death was still in the mourning hall, and the body of the old gentleman surrounded by flowers seemed very peaceful, as if he was listening to the Zheng song and falling asleep peacefully.

At this moment, the guardian is Mr. Qin's wife, Professor Sang Rong, and a pair of children: the eldest daughter Qin Hu and the second son Qin Shanhai.

"Mom, it's too late, you go to sleep, I'll just stay by Dad's side with Shanhai." Qin Hu bent over and grabbed Professor Sang's arm and persuaded again.

During the period when Qin Chuan was hospitalized before his death, Qin Hu has been taking care of him; Qin Chuan died, Qin Hu was grief-stricken, crying a lot of tears, and talking to Professor Sang at this moment, his voice was hoarse and tired.

"I'm waiting for Ozu." For Professor Sang, she was mentally prepared for the death of her wife, after all, she had been sick for a long time, and she was in her eighties, and she was about to see her eldest grandson, who had been absent for ten years, which made her most nervous.

Qin Hu turned his inquiring gaze to Qin Shanhai, who was standing at the door of the mourning hall with his mobile phone, his eyebrows frowning, and his mood was a little heavy.

"Did you call Lao Zhang? Where have they been? Qin Hu asked.

Qin Shanhai walked in slowly and said, "Lao Zhang said that he and Ozu are in the hospital. ”

"In the hospital?" Qin Hu exclaimed.

Professor Sang held Qin Hu's hand, but his eyes looked at Qin Shanhai, excited: "How can you be in the hospital?" Did something happen to Ozu? ”

"Mom, don't worry, Ozu is fine, they're just saving people." Qin Shanhai comforted Professor Sang.

Compared with Qin Lake, Qin Shanhai's voice was even more hoarse, and the whole person looked haggard. During the days when his father was sick, he also accompanied his father's bedside day and night.

"Saving people? Who to save? Professor Sang asked confusedly.

Qin Shanhai smiled bitterly, he didn't know.

In the hospital, the woman and the child finally came out of the emergency room and were admitted to the ward after several hours of resuscitation.

"Mr. Little, it's time for us to go home, Mr. Big has already made several calls, and Professor Sang and Professor Qin are also waiting for you." Lao Zhang reminded Qin Xiaojin.

"Uncle Zhang, you go outside and wait for me." Qin Xiaojin's faint tone left Lao Zhang.

He put the neatly folded tofu towel on the locker and glanced at the woman and child on the hospital bed.

The little girl with an apple face, with a cute appearance, was in a coma at the moment, but had no painful expression, and seemed to sleep sweetly.

And the woman, who looks about thirty years old, probably because the ghost door has closed this scene, the whole person looks vicissitudes and haggard.

He looked back at the eight or nine-year-old boy, and the tears on the boy's face had dried up, forming two tear streaks on his face. He looks quite similar to the little girl, but he has an old age that does not match his age.

Seeing Qin Xiaojin looking at him, he bowed deeply to Qin Xiaojin: "Brother, thank you today, she will pay you back the medical expenses you paid in advance when my mother wakes up." ”

When the boy said this, his voice became very low, and he seemed to have no confidence in his heart.

"You should call me uncle," Qin Xiaojin walked up to the boy, a faint smile on the corner of his lips, "Your mother and your sister were able to escape, thanks to you who turned off the valve of the gas tank in the first place and opened the windows of the house to ventilate." It is because of your wit that your mother and sister did not become very serious. ”

If gas poisoning is severe, even if you don't die, you will have sequelae such as dementia and paralysis, but now, doctors say that women and children can return to normal in just a few days.

"We have taught these safety knowledge on our school's safety education platform, and I also got a full score in the test." The little boy had a proud look on his face.

Qin Xiaojin took out a charger from his pocket and handed it to the little boy: "I asked Lao Zhang to buy you the charger at first, and it can be charged in the ward, and when you charge your mother's mobile phone, you can call your father." ”

For some reason, the little boy suddenly hesitated before reaching out.

Qin Xiaojin's eyes fell on the little boy's hand, a pair of white chubby hands still wearing a guzheng armor.

Because it was wet in the rain, the tape changed color.

Qin Xiaojin's eyes flashed in front of the little boy's house, the guzheng that was sitting in the candlelight, it turned out that the little boy was learning the guzheng.

"You can't wear the guzheng armor for so long, and you have to take it off immediately when it's wet, and a person who plays the kite must remember to protect his hands." Qin Xiaojin instructed gently.

"Thank you, brother...... Uncle, I forgot to take it off. The little boy obediently took off a zither armor, but the movement was very rough, like a ring being pulled directly from his finger.

Looking at the guzheng prosthetic armor in the little boy's hand, Qin Xiaojin frowned.

"If you take off your nails like this, be careful that the fingerprints on your fingers will be invincible, then you will have to apply for an ID card in the future, you will have to apply for a passport, and all the fingerprints will not be entered when you need to apply for documents......"

When Qin Xiaojin spoke softly, he had already gently untied a guzheng prosthetic armor for the little boy.

His slender fingers lifted one end of the tape and tore it off the little boy's fingers in a circle.

When the prosthetic nail broke away from the little boy's fingers and lay in his palm, the little boy tilted his head, and Xue exclaimed with bright eyes: "What I took off was a ring, and what my uncle took off was a tadpole!" It's just that this tadpole is more than the tadpole in the pond! ”

Looking at the little boy's innocent appearance, Qin Xiaojin smiled unconsciously.

"Little sir," the door of the ward was pushed open, and Lao Zhang's head poked in, still in a patiently urging tone, "Mr. Big called again, Professor Sang misses you very much......

Qin Xiaojin did not respond to Lao Zhang, but reached out and rubbed the little boy's hair, and walked out of the ward.

As soon as he walked out of the ward, he heard the little boy calling him behind him: "Uncle, my name is Liu Lang, my sister's name is Liu Langhua, my mother's name is Bai He, uncle, I don't know your name yet!" ”

Qin Xiaojin turned his head, smiled slightly, and said softly, "Qin Xiaojin." ”