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Chapter 21 Singing together

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    The hot days seem to have no end.  I kept pouring water on the ground to let it evaporate and take away the heat from the room.

    Ding Ding's little face was red, and his nose was wheezing.

    "Brother, Tintin is sick." She said pitifully.

    "Come on, Tintin, drink water, just drink more water."

    "Ding Ding doesn't drink, Ding Ding wants to eat ice cream. Brother buys ice cream, brother buys air conditioner, Ding Ding wants to blow the air conditioner."

    "But brother has no money. Good boy, I dare say, your mother is coming back to see you, and she will buy you an air conditioner."

    "She won't. Brother, mother's money needs to buy medicine, she doesn't care about Tintin, uncle buys medicine for her, so she left with uncle."

    "Is mother very ill?"

    "Mom is not sick. Mom needs to take medicine. Mom will beat people if she doesn't take medicine."

    I feebly wiped clean a broken mat and let Ding Ding sleep on the mat.  Then, I put away my Chinese textbooks and put a lot of potato peels on the table into the garbage bag.  The cloth bag next to the potatoes was empty.

    Next, we don't know what we will use to satisfy our hunger.

    I fell asleep too.  After a while, I felt sweat on my forehead and neck.

    In a daze, I heard the door being opened with a bang.

    "Be gentle, okay?" I thought it was Ah Xing.

    No.  I stood up, and in front of me was a young woman with a haggard complexion and dyed yellow hair.  She looked at Ding Ding on the ground, then at me, her expression suddenly became nervous, and she beat the door panel like crazy.

    I sit up.

    The yellow-haired woman rushed towards me, and I got out of the way.

    Ding Ding rubbed his eyes and stood up: "Mom!"

    I said: "Auntie"

    The woman with yellow hair spit at me: "Little rascal, bully my daughter, watch me strangle you to death!"

    "Auntie, don't frame good people!"

    Ding Ding went to pull her clothes: "Mom, are you coming back alone? Uncle doesn't want you?"

    The woman with yellow hair pushed Tintin away, grabbed a wooden board on the ground, and was about to call me, so I quickly retreated to the corner of the room.  When she came, I dodged, and the broken chair in front of me was split in half by her.

    Ding Ding yelled: "Mom, don't hit brother!"

    But she seemed to hold back her strength and insisted on beating me into a meatloaf.

    I started running like a deer and like a windmill again.

    She was right behind, hissing and yelling all the way after her.  She was yelling at the people on the street to stop me.  As I turned a corner, I glanced back at her, her long, unkempt hair blowing in the wind.

    Her shouting, her crazy appearance, told people about an incident in the way she needed, and the security guards under the sun umbrella and the pedestrians on the road joined her team one after another.  "Get him! He's a rascal!" she said.

    I have already run through a crossroads.  I heard someone ask her, "What did he rob you of?" She said, "He's a hooligan!" The person who asked her said, "Jin Lian?" Then the man told everyone loudly, "He robbed her of the gold necklace."  !"

    "Quick, grab the gold necklace!"

    The whole street began to commotion, and taxis one after another were blocked by them on the side of the road.

    I turned and ran to another street.

    I seem to have been running in this city for a hundred years.

    I must run, run like a deer, like a horse, like a windmill!  I'm going to run through all the streets, all the alleys, all the squares.  I can't find a safe place, so I have to run as hard as I can!  How I want to fly, don't get caught, let me fly, let me fly high like a daydream!  Let me become a dragonfly and fly to the top of the tree. They stretch their necks as long as the aerial roots of banyan trees and can't see

    However, they quickly caught up.  It sounds like there are hundreds of them, thousands of them.  They call me.

    I breathed fast and stretched my legs as far apart as possible.  My heart kept pounding against my chest wall, pounding and hurting a bit, but I had to run faster, faster.

    There are more and more brave people on the street, as well as the police, they are about to become a torrent!

    Before the sweat dripped down in time, it flew directly from my forehead to behind me.

    They were hot on their heels, but every time they got close, I managed to put some distance away.  I jumped over those flower bases, climbed over the railing of the driveway, and walked thrillingly through the traffic, all the way to Dashatou

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    &nbssp; The patrol boat was getting closer, and there were a few people standing in the cabin, not the police.

    At this time, I heard Uncle Ma singing.

    Which way did he play?  Could it be that the hunter wants to sing to the prey?

    He is holding a megaphone in his hand, which transmits his voice so widely that everyone can hear it. His singing can almost pass through the mouth of the Pearl River and spread to the sea

    His voice is very gentle.  he sings¡ª

    Little Zhou Xin, go home,

    Zhao Gui is fine;

    Little Zhou Xin, go home,

    Your composition won the first place

    Am I dreaming again?

    Every corner of the school is clean. The leaves of the tall poplar trees are blown by the wind, as if thousands of hands are clapping, and the sun is dancing.  The cicadas on the tree sang loudly. With the sound of cicadas, the voices of the students echoed in the distance like an a cappella¡ª¡ª

    Classmate Zhou Xin, please go home.

    Zhao Gui is fine;

    Classmate Zhou Xin, please go home.

    Your composition won the first place

    I clung tightly to the steel frame of the suspension beam at the bottom of the bridge, frowning and listening to Uncle Pony's singing.

    Many people's voices were added to this song, which seemed strange and familiar Countless strange voices joined in, forming a chorus.

    I closed my eyes, tears streaming down my face.

    They really sang like that: "Zhao Gui is fine."

    I finally couldn't help it, "Wow¡ª¡ª" burst into tears.

    The patrol boat came under the bridge, and the people there were singing too.

    I looked down and saw Dad!  My dear father, yes, it is really him, my only relative.  Next to him are Zhao Gui, Zhao Gui's father, and Teacher Yang.  Teacher Yang waved while singing, and the police next to them did the same.  I did hear clearly, her singing.

    My eyes were blurred, and I had to wipe away a handful of tears with my sleeves again and again, and look at them again.  I'm not dreaming, really not.

    Dad called me: "Xiao Xin¡ª" His voice trembled.

    Zhao Gui's voice was loud: "Zhou Xin, I! Zhao Gui!" He hit his chest with his fist, "I just got a little skin on my head, and I'm alive and well!"

    I quickly wiped away my tears, took off my coat, and waved at them.

    On the river, the patrol boat stopped moving forward, and the policeman gestured to me, asking me to hold on to the steel frame.  On the bridgehead, several firefighters rushed over.  They lowered the lifeline from the top of me, from the deck.

    The lifeline slowly approached my head.

    But I suddenly had an idea, and I was sure.

    The crowd by the river was commotion, and they yelled at me: "Grab the rope!"

    I saw the rope and grabbed it too, but I smiled and let it go again.

    The police seemed to be unable to stop them. They wanted to rush forward and wanted to come and help me.  If I put on my glasses like Jacques did, I would see nervous, eager, sad expressions on their faces.

    I stood up carefully, stood on a steel beam, took a deep breath, then closed my eyes, and leaped down towards the river

    At that moment, my figure was "as fast as lightning, as graceful as a bird" - my friend Ah Huang described it in his composition.  Ah Xing also recalled that the people by the river thoughtthey threw themselves on the embankment, so shocked that many people could not bear to close their eyes.

    As soon as I emerged from the water, I saw the small lifeboat unloaded from the patrol boat.  I stroked hard a few times, and for a moment, I grabbed its side, the policeman extended his hand to me, and my father, with tears all over his face, opened his arms early.

    I was dripping wet, like a little water beast that escaped from the bottom of the river (Mr. Yang's statement), being hugged by my father.

    Cheers erupted from the crowd on the embankment

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