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When the millet pounces into the arms of the magpie like a young eagle, the magpie is a mixture of joy and sorrow.

The good news is that the grain is out of danger, and the sad thing is that such a young child has to endure this miserable situation that is difficult for adults to bear.

But fortunately, this child, to be precise, the son of the magpie with his intelligence and courage, did what only adults can do, that is, to save himself and save others.

The two women here wiped their tears while talking, the little grain seemed to be small, but it was very emotional, tears kept flowing down the cheeks, and the magpie and a woman were more sad and joyful scenes, and they were crying vigorously.

There are many kinds of women's crying: one is sad and without tears; the second is to laugh in tears; The third is a mixture of joy and sorrow; The four are howling and crying; The fifth is to weep; The six are tears......

The cry of the magpie is the last kind, and the tears and tears will explode in an instant, like an unstoppable torrent.

Gu Zi heard his mother's cry from small to loud, and felt a sting in his heart.

He looked up at his mother, whose hair was messy and her clothes were covered with sweat stains, which were covered with large scars and small circles because of the mixture of sweat stains and dust. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

What distressed Gu Zi the most was his mother's cry, and anyone who listened to that cry was worried.

The sensible Gu Zi approached his mother and said softly: "Grandma, don't you cry, didn't the child come up, and Daddy will also come up in a while, and our family can be reunited." ”

As he spoke, he wiped the magpie's tears with his little hands.

The magpie listened to the words of the millet's persuasion, and his heart was a little relieved.

She was thinking that a child as young as Gu Zi could control her feelings very well, and there was no reason for her to be pulled behind by a child as an adult. Thinking of this, the magpie smiled at Gu Zi and said: "Son, our mother and daughter are coming up, but there are still a few people under the bunker, now is not the time for children to grow up, hurry!" We work together to save the people under the bunker! “

Guzi doesn't look at people small, but people are small and big, elves. Hearing his mother's words, he was already mentally prepared and hurriedly replied: "The child obeys his mother's wishes, the mother says that the east is going east, and the mother says that the west is going west, you can speak!" “

The magpie listened to the heart-warming words of his son who came out of thin air, and his heart was sweet.

She hurriedly said to the grain, "Son, bring the rope!" ”

Millet quickly took the rope and handed it to the magpie.

The magpie took the rope and walked towards the poplar tree.

When he walked to the poplar tree and was about to throw the rope behind the tree, Gu Zi rushed up with an arrow and picked up the rope in the magpie's hand.

The magpie did not let go, and the mother and son looked at each other.

Gu Zixiao couldn't hold his breath, and opened his mouth first: "Grandma, I have experience before this, so let the child be bound!" ”

After speaking, he vigorously pulled the rope in the magpie's hand.

After the magpie listened to the words of the millet's almost request, a warm current first surged in his heart, and after the warm current was a deep self-reproach: alas! What a child, at such a young age, should be innocent and romantic at home, but he didn't enjoy it. You must treat him well in the future.

The magpie who was thinking like this was naturally a little distracted, and his hand holding the rope was also loosened, and Gu Zi took advantage of the magpie's distraction to pull almost the entire rope to his side.

When the magpie came to his senses, the millet had already thrown the rope high behind the poplar tree.

The magpie hurried three steps and two paces and ran behind the poplar tree like a whirlwind.

She was waiting to pick up the life-saving rope thrown by her son.