The back window of Lu Youshan's house is close to the cliff, and there is a drainage ditch underneath.

A few days ago, Wang Cui'e instructed her daughter-in-law to go to Song Wenjun's house to make trouble, and she fell down from the back window.

It is humid all year round, and the side that clings to the cliff wall is full of dark green moss, and the little milk baby walks along the wall to the bottom of the cliff, only crying and then no movement.

"Oops! You little bastard, throw my grandson? See if I don't kill you! ”

In the house, Lu Youshan slapped the eldest girl, and the second girl saw it in the kitchen and quickly pulled her mother's clothes.

"Mom, my grandfather beat my sister again."

What?

I can't live this day!

Zhao Yuqin's heart was horizontal, she picked up the kitchen knife and slashed at Lu Chunjuan's head, scared her "Mom", hugged her head and ran out.

"Dad, Dad, help, come on, Zhao Yuqin is crazy, she is going to kill someone!"

This family is lively, and the surrounding neighbors are drawn out.

I saw Lu Youshan running out in a panic, shouting desperately at the gate, "Zhiqiang, Zhiqiang, come back quickly, your son fell under the cliff." ”

What?

Someone quickly ran to Song Wenjun's house and told Lu Zhiqiang what happened to the Lu family.

Hearing that his son was thrown out of the window by his eldest daughter, Lu Zhiqiang's body shook, and he almost didn't stand firmly, and when he ran home, his legs were as weak as noodles.

"Oh, Brother Zhiqiang, you have to cheer up, a big man can't panic when something happens."

Lin Deshui took a headlamp, quickly put it on his head, and went straight to the cliff behind the Lu family.

"There, I saw that any of you had a rope tied to my waist, and I went down and picked up the child."

Before anyone could talk, Song Wenjun had already brought over a bundle of sturdy hemp rope.

"Lin Deshui, you also wrap a rope around your feet, the cliff is slippery, otherwise you have no place to borrow."

Lin Deshui stretched his neck to look down, nodded and said, "It's still Sister Wenjun's smart." ”

Lu Chunjuan said that he was like a monkey, and at this time he was really as agile as a monkey, and asked the villagers to help pull the rope, and he slid to the bottom of the cliff little by little, and picked up the poor child.

"Mom, I'm out of gas, poor thing."

As soon as she heard that the child was not saved, Zhao Yuqin's eyes were dark, she fainted, and the kitchen knife in her hand fell to the ground with a "dang bang", which happened to be cut on Lu Chunjuan's instep.

"Ahh

On a kang lay two adults, a nine-month-old child.

The child did not die, after Song Wenjun gave artificial respiration, he opened his eyes and cried.

"Oops, that's great, Xiaobao is fine."

"Thanks to Wen Jun, otherwise this child would not be saved."

"Thanks to her friend, you are so bold, if I don't dare to go down."

The onlookers were talking about it, and after a while, Zhao Yuqin also woke up and found that her son was fine, she hugged her son and cried.

"What are you crying about? Do you still have the face to cry? What a dead star! ”

Lu Chunjuan had a long cut on the instep of her foot, and the medical conditions in the village were very poor, so she could only wait for tomorrow to go to the county hospital to stitch up the wound, and it was certain that she would leave a scar, so she hated Zhao Yuqin to death.

"It's all gone, it's late, everyone rest early, there are a lot of things to do tomorrow."

Song Wenjun drove away the villagers who were watching the excitement and came back.

She was especially curious about Lu Youshan, who has always been quiet as a chicken, wouldn't he really be stupid?

The villagers had been talking for so long, so he sat in the corner and smoked a dry cigarette and asked him for nothing.

"Second uncle, are you okay?"

Lu Youshan raised his head suddenly, his eyes were scarlet, and he glared at her.

"Song Wenjun, is my family cursed by you?"

(End of chapter)