Song Mu's heart tightened suddenly, and she mentioned where her chest was blocked in one breath, and her eyes began to darken.

"Your brother, your brother..."

As he spoke, he dragged his frightened legs and ran into Song Rong's room.

As soon as Song Yaoyao entered the house, he had already discovered that something was wrong with Song Rong and his wife, and it was impossible for the two of them not to know if they were awake with such a big fire.

In just half a minute, the fire had begun to roll up on the kang, and the cabinet at the foot of the kang had been swallowed up by tongues of fire, and the fire was about to set the sheets on fire, and Song Rong and his wife were still asleep.

Song Yaoyao kicked open the cabinet with a kick, temporarily cutting off the two people who were burned to the bed by the fire, and she quickly reached out to probe the snort of the two people, deep and slow.

Song Yaoyao couldn't think about why the two of them were like this, and the burning furniture had begun to emit billowing smoke, because the kang was made of stones, and the fire couldn't burn, but the furniture in the house was almost all on fire, and the fire was about to spread to the door.

Song Yaoyao didn't care about the heat, rolled down the wet sleeves and wrapped them in his hands, stepped to the half-burned table in three or two steps, quickly reached out, and picked up the teapot and teapot wrapped in the fire.

As soon as she touched the teapot, Song Yaoyao felt a burst of scorching heat, and she almost threw the pot away, but fortunately, her sleeves were wet and the fire did not burn her.

Shook it gently, and there was most of the pot of water.

Song Yaoyao didn't think about it so much, opened the lid of the pot, and splashed all the water on Song Rong's face.

Although the body of the pot is hot, the temperature of the water inside is fine, so you don't have to worry about burning people.

Song Rong frowned, his eyelids and jaw moved, and he had the intention of waking up.

Mother Song stumbled and ran in, seeing that the two had not woken up yet, she asked in a trembling voice, "What's wrong?" ”

Song Yaoyao knew that this was not the time to explain, so she said loudly: "Mother, hurry up and drag the two of them out." ”

Mother Song also calmed down after the initial panic, knowing that what Song Yaoyao said was right, and she didn't talk nonsense and went to bed directly to drag people out.

Song Rong is tall, Song Mu and Song Yaoyao are both petite and thin, and they naturally have no strength, and the two of them have no strength to lift Song Rong, who is in a semi-comatose state.

The fire is getting bigger and bigger, and if it drags on, they will be surrounded by raging fire, and then they will have to be choked to death if they are not burned to death.

Song Yaoyao was in a hurry, picked up the teapot and threw it on the ground, the teapot shattered in response, and the fragments splashed on the ground.

Song Yaoyao picked up a piece casually and stabbed it at Song Rong's arm.

The sharp fragments stabbed into Song Rong's flesh at once, and the blood quickly seeped out, penetrating the white middle coat, Song Rong twitched violently, and slowly opened his eyes.

Song Rong's brows were furrowed, his eyes were confused, and he was obviously in a state of not coming back to his senses.

Song Yaoyao raised her hand and slapped him twice, and the pain dragged back part of Song Rong's sanity.

Soon he saw their surroundings clearly.

"What's on fire?"

"Brother, don't talk about this yet, move my sister-in-law out, my mother and I can't drag it out."

Song Rong knew the severity, and turned over with the brush, but before he could stabilize his body, he felt a splitting headache, and his head felt like it was about to explode.

He slammed his head hard, suppressed the dizziness, turned over and got out of bed to drag Dongmei on the bed with Song Mother Song Miaoniang.

Although Dongmei is a pregnant woman, she is tall and slender, not too heavy, and in the past, as long as Song Rong was alone, she could pick her up.

But now it is difficult for Song Rong to stand up by himself, let alone hugging one more person, Song Mu and Song Yaoyao dragged an arm, Song Rong lifted his legs, and the three of them worked hard to carry Dongmei to the yard.

Putting down Dongmei, Song Yaoyao couldn't help but do it on the ground, and when she just went out, the things on the beam fell and hit her shoulder, although she didn't light up her clothes, but it also burned her enough.

Father Song hugged Yunsheng and Maomao and stood in the yard, he was not in good health, he was barely walking, so he didn't go in to make trouble.

The family watched the fire getting bigger and bigger, and it had burned to the hall, Song Yaoyao took a deep breath, stood up and prepared to carry water to extinguish the fire, and as soon as he stood up, someone rushed into the courtyard gate of the Song family.

When the neighbors heard the shout, they hurried over after getting dressed, and they were all relieved to see that the Song family was in the yard.

Everyone didn't need the Song family to say, they consciously went to the kitchen to carry water and began to extinguish the fire, more and more people in the village were woken up by the movement here, and the people who woke up came over with buckets to join the ranks of extinguishing the fire.

Half an hour later, the fire was finally extinguished, and the three main houses of the Song family were almost burned, and the walls of Song Rong's room were the most seriously damaged, and the house had collapsed.

The Song family looked at the ruins in front of them, and they couldn't help but feel desperate and cold in their hearts, and Song's mother sobbed in a low voice.

Song Rong hugged Dongmei and said anxiously: "Mother, what do you think is wrong with Dongmei?" ”

The Song family shifted their attention to Dongmei, and Song's mother was startled, and she couldn't take care of the house, so she hurriedly squatted down to check on Dongmei's situation.

Dongmei hadn't regained consciousness yet, but her brows were frowned, her eyelids were tightly closed, her face was pale, and her forehead was full of cold sweat, which looked particularly painful.

Song Yaoyao looked at her state, her heart was cold, and a bad thought rushed into her mind.

Song Rong sat on the ground and held Dongmei in his arms, gently patted Dongmei's cheek, and shouted, "Dongmei, Dongmei, wake up, wake up." ”

After screaming for a while, Dongmei's eyelids trembled twice, and she slowly opened her eyes.

Before the Song family could breathe a sigh of relief, they heard a weak moan from Dongmei's mouth: "It hurts......"

Song Rong was the closest, listened to it and hurriedly asked, "Where does it hurt, Dongmei, where ......does it hurt?"

Before he finished asking, he seemed to feel something, raised his hand and touched his thigh, only to touch a sticky hand, trembling and raising his hand, he saw clear blood stains on his fingertips.

Dongmei's amniotic water broke, and she was about to give birth.

Mother Song was a person who came over, and immediately understood what was going on, so she quickly stood up and walked to Uncle Gen and begged: "My daughter-in-law is about to give birth, please go to the neighboring village to help me invite the midwife." ”

Uncle Gen's family is the only family in the village that has a mule, and the mule cart runs faster than the ox cart, so Dongmei's situation is very delayed.

Although Uncle Gen has never seen a woman give birth, he has two grandsons, and he knows that Dongmei's current situation is not optimistic.

answered, and hurriedly took his son home.

Song Yaoyao looked up at Song Rong and said, "Brother, carry my sister-in-law to my room, don't lie outside." ”

Song Yaoyao's room was separated from Song Rong's courtyard, and the villagers came in time, so they only burned a little, and the mattress was still good enough to lie down.

Song Rong nodded, picked up Dongmei and entered Song Yaoyao's room.

Song's mother is very experienced in giving birth to two children, and she can't care about crying, so she hurriedly went to the kitchen to boil water, and she will use it when the midwife comes.

The villagers saw that the Song family had accidents one after another, and staying here couldn't help, except for a few mothers-in-law who were good friends with Song's mother, the others dispersed one after another.

Dongmei lay on the bed and moaned unconsciously, the blood in her lower body flowed more and more, and soon a small piece of sheet was wet, Song Rong held her hand on the side, whispering her name, hoping that she would wake up soon.