Han Jing'er resisted the urge to rush up and slap Qiao Wei.

She paid the bill and left the cafe.

Autumn has just entered at this time. During the day, the sky is clear, the sun is fierce, and it has a strong force that wants to penetrate everything. The breath of the autumn tiger hits your face. At night, the air has a little bit of coolness, and the wind blows on your face, with a slight smell.

Cold feeling.

Han Jing'er walked with her head down, kicking pebbles boredly.

The street lights stretched her shadow for a while, and then stretched it very short. She stepped on her own shadow and moved forward step by step.

When we walked to the riverside in the city, there was a lot of commotion. A group of people surrounded the area and blocked the way.

Han Jing'er also admired herself. At this time, she was in the mood to gossip. She ran over and asked the person next to her: "What are you looking at? What happened?"

The man, with an indifferent smile on his face, said: "There were a few teenagers fighting here just now, and one of them just fell into the river. The others ran away without a trace.

"

Han Jing'er asked: "No one will save me?"

The man was very dissatisfied: "Who is going to save? The water here is deep and the current is fast. Maybe, if the person is not rescued, he will die unfortunately. Is it worth it? Besides, a street gangster like this, there is nothing difficult to learn, and he knows how to do it all day long.

There were fights, brawls, and troubles—"

Before the man could finish speaking, Han Jing'er had already rushed over and squeezed to the front of the crowd.

She craned her neck to look into the river embankment.

The moon in the sky is like a huge disk, and its light is like water, illuminating the earth. About ten meters away from the river embankment, you can vaguely see a person flopping there desperately.

Gradually, he was about to sink into the water, and his black hair was scattered and floating on the water, extremely hopeless.

For some reason, Han Jing'er's heart suddenly tightened.

The little gangster is also a human being, right? That is also a living human life.

As a result, Han Jing'er's head started to heat up, and without thinking, she took off her shoes and coat and jumped down with a "plop".

Han Jing'er can swim.

After jumping into the river, she rowed hard and swam to the boy at a very fast speed. Then she reached out and grabbed the boy's hair, which was about to sink, and pulled it up hard.

At this time, the boy was almost in a coma, moving around like he was dancing.

After Han Jing'er reached out to pull him, the boy instinctively grabbed her tightly and kicked around with his hands and feet because of the desire to survive.

Han Jing'er was pulled by the boy, and her body was suddenly pulled into the water by him, and she sank with him. Han Jing'er felt unjust and drank a few mouthfuls of river water.

Han Jing'er paddled desperately and finally got her head out of the water.

After several tossing back and forth, the boy was completely unconscious. The hand that had been tightly holding Han Jing'er's clothes gradually loosened, and his hands and feet stopped moving around. Han Jing'er stepped on the water and held his head up.

Get up, put one hand under his armpit and hug him, and use the other hand to paddle.

Finally reached the shore.

There were several enthusiastic people waiting there, shouting and scrambling to pull them ashore.

After landing, Han Jing'er was so tired that she had no strength at all, and regardless of her manners, she collapsed on the ground and gasped for air.

Many people gathered around, some watching the fun, some caring, and some taking off their clothes, putting them on Han Jing'er and asking her if she was cold.

(Unfinished. To be continued) Han Jinger resisted the urge to rush up to Qiao Wei and slap her in the face.

She paid the bill and left the cafe.

Autumn has just entered at this time. During the day, the sky is clear, the sun is fierce, and it has a strong force that wants to penetrate everything. The breath of the autumn tiger hits your face. At night, the air has a little bit of coolness, and the wind blows on your face, with a slight smell.

Cold feeling.

Han Jing'er walked with her head down, kicking pebbles boredly.

The street lights stretched her shadow for a while, and then stretched it very short. She stepped on her own shadow and moved forward step by step.

When we walked to the riverside in the city, there was a lot of commotion. A group of people surrounded the area and blocked the way.

Han Jing'er also admired herself. At this time, she was in the mood to gossip. She ran over and asked the person next to her: "What are you looking at? What happened?"

The man, with an indifferent smile on his face, said: "There were a few teenagers fighting here just now, and one of them just fell into the river. The others ran away without a trace.

"

Han Jing'er asked: "No one will save me?"

The man was very dissatisfied: "Who is going to save? The water here is deep and the current is fast. Maybe, if the person is not rescued, he will die unfortunately. Is it worth it? Besides, a street gangster like this, there is nothing difficult to learn, and he knows how to do it all day long.

There were fights, brawls, and troubles—"

Before the man could finish speaking, Han Jing'er had already rushed over and squeezed to the front of the crowd.

She craned her neck to look into the river embankment.

The moon in the sky is like a huge disk, and its light is like water, illuminating the earth. About ten meters away from the river embankment, you can vaguely see a person flopping there desperately.

Gradually, he was about to sink into the water, and his black hair was scattered and floating on the water, extremely hopeless.

For some reason, Han Jing'er's heart suddenly tightened.

The little gangster is also a human being, right? That is also a living human life.

As a result, Han Jing'er's head started to heat up, and without thinking, she took off her shoes and coat and jumped down with a "plop".

Han Jing'er can swim.

After jumping into the river, she rowed hard and swam to the boy at a very fast speed. Then she reached out and grabbed the boy's hair, which was about to sink, and pulled it up hard.

At this time, the boy was almost in a coma, moving around like he was dancing.

After Han Jing'er reached out to pull him, the boy instinctively grabbed her tightly and kicked around with his hands and feet because of the desire to survive.

Han Jing'er was pulled by the boy, and her body was suddenly pulled into the water by him, and she sank with him. Han Jing'er felt unjust and drank a few mouthfuls of river water.

Han Jing'er paddled desperately and finally got her head out of the water.

After several tossing back and forth, the boy was completely unconscious. The hand that had been tightly holding Han Jing'er's clothes gradually loosened, and his hands and feet stopped moving around. Han Jing'er stepped on the water and held his head up.

Get up, put one hand under his armpit and hug him, and use the other hand to paddle.

Finally reached the shore.

There were several enthusiastic people waiting there, shouting and scrambling to pull them ashore.

After landing, Han Jing'er was so tired that she had no strength at all, and regardless of her manners, she collapsed on the ground and gasped for air.

Many people gathered around, some watching the fun, some caring, and some taking off their clothes, putting them on Han Jing'er and asking her if she was cold.
Chapter completed!