After the divorce, Dr. Lin wanted to get back together every day

When Zhu Li called Bai Mumu to catch her, Bai Mumu also touched Chen Ling's arm in the river. Before she had time to think, Bai Mumu chose to grab Chen Ling with both hands and pulled her up from the bottom of the water.

It was so heavy that she exhausted all her strength to finally lift Chen Ling out of the water. In a second, the water from the reservoir flooded her head instantly.

She choked on the river water, her arm lost strength, and the air in her lungs was squeezed by the water flow. Bai Mumu opened her eyes in the river water. She couldn't see or hear anything. Zhu Li's cry was getting closer and closer to her. Far.

The gurgling sound of the blisters bursting was very soft, but it brought Bai Mumu back to her senses. She raised her head and grabbed the rope thrown by Zhu Li with all her strength.

The body in the water gradually lost temperature, and Bai Mumu could clearly feel her fingers becoming a little stiff, and a large piece of gravel slipped across her arm, before she could feel the pain, the oozing blood flowed away with the water.

Zhu Li was pulling the rope on the shore, and the weight of two people made it difficult for her to just stay in place.

Gritting her teeth, her eyes blurred with sweat, she kept praying in her heart that other people could see the message she sent.

In the long night, every minute and every second felt extremely difficult. Bai Mumu dragged Chen Ling to walk underwater. It seemed to be very close to the river bank, but the hardships involved were unknown to outsiders.

The river water beat after beat, cold and ruthless, when Bai Mumu was about to lose her hold, one arm grabbed her: "Give me Chen Ling."

The water captivated Bai Mumu's eyes, she couldn't see who was coming, she held onto the rope with her left hand, pushed Chen Ling forward with her body.

The resistance disappeared, and a force came from the rope in Bai Mumu's hand, and she was dragged to the shore.

Under the moonlight, Bai Mumu's body was trembling, her lips were pale, her wet hair was stuck to her face, and she was sitting on the edge of the sand, panting heavily.

There was a tearing pain in the chest cavity, and just taking a breath required mobilizing all the strength of the whole body.

"Mu. You. Are you alright?" Bai Mumu's ears were filled with water, as if she was wearing sound-proof earmuffs. Her bloodshot eyes saw Zhu Li's mouth moving, but she couldn't hear what she was saying.

After resting for 10 minutes, his mind gradually recovered. Bai Mumu turned his head and watched Zhu Dongwen perform CPR on Chen Ling.

Zhu Dongwen's body was also dripping water, and he pressed Chen Ling's chest and abdomen hard, one by one, and the dripping from his forehead didn't know whether it was river water or sweat.

"I'll do it." Pang Guimei stood beside Zhu Dongwen, taking over from him to give Chen Ling CPR.

After a while, the doctor arrived and carried a stretcher into the ambulance. The ambulance was equipped with defibrillation equipment. This was Chen Ling's last hope.

Pang Guimei and Bai Mumu followed the car, both of them were silent, as if they were watching a pantomime.

Before the ambulance arrived at the hospital, Chen Ling had no vital signs at all. The final beep from the machine was like a preview before the harvest of death.

They waited at the entrance of the health center for Chen Ling's grandparents and younger brother. The old man sat on the steps, pulling his gray hair in distress, while the old lady grabbed Chen Xiangguo's shoulders, her thin arms showing the muscles and bones under the skin.

Chen Xiangguo was even more at a loss, but he was so overwhelmed by the heavy atmosphere that he couldn't lift his head up.

The nurse pushed the stretcher out of the car, and Chen Ling's grandfather staggered and supported the concrete wall beside him to stand still. The blush on his face brought on by the smell of alcohol seemed a bit ironic in the sad summer day.

"Son Ling, my master will take you home." With tears in his cloudy eyes, the old man walked tremblingly to the stretcher, picked up Chen Ling, and put him on the cart he pushed over from home.

The old lady pushed Chen Xiangguo to the front of the cart. Her rough palm touched the already cold Chen Ling. She couldn't even utter a complete sentence.
Chen Xiangguo had never seen this kind of scene before. He bowed wildly in front of the old lady, hoping to escape this gloomy environment, and said anxiously: "Grandma, let's go back, shall we go back?"

The children in the countryside were in charge of the family early, but Chen Xiangguo was too well protected by his grandparents and sister, so he was not as sensible as other peers in Jiangshui Township.

Without gentle enlightenment and persuasion, the old man slapped Chen Xiangguo on the back: "Your sister is gone, you don't know how to cry for a while!"

If Chen Xiangguo was just afraid at the beginning, now it is fear plus fear, and the pain of being beaten, he wailed and stared at the old man with rounded eyes.

A flashlight was hung on the handlebar, and the wheels of the cart rolled forward, and the light circle of the flashlight on the ground swayed. Pang Guimei asked Bai Mumu to go back and take a bath first. After soaking in the river for so long, even in summer prevent getting sick.

In fact, Bai Mumu didn't have any thoughts. Her heart couldn't calm down until now. Regret like a tide was over her head, wave after wave, as if she was still in the cold river.

If she hadn't walked halfway and turned back to feed the cat, if she had been there when Chen Ling was looking for her, wouldn't things after that have happened?
She had too many opportunities to hold Chen Ling, but she was so helpless, Chen Ling died, and her life was ended by the ruthless river.

Bai Mumu's eyes were dry and painful. It seemed that she opened her eyes underwater, which made her unable to shed a single tear.

Deep regret was stuffed in her chest, and it became extremely difficult to vent it out. Bai Mumu knew that she was not to be blamed, but she couldn't stop thinking. As soon as she closed her eyes, she saw Chen Ling's expression of despair and helplessness in the water.

Yes, when she saw Chen Ling in the water, she was still alive, and the blisters that wiped off Bai Mumu's cheeks were from Chen Ling.

She was talking, talking to Bai Mumu.

Bai Mumu tried hard to think back, her headache was about to split, but she couldn't tell what Chen Ling was talking about.

Walking mechanically to the school, Uncle Li squatted on the ground smoking a cigarette at the door, seeing her come back alone, he stopped smoking.

Bai Mumu didn't tell him the result, but he understood her expression.

Taking a deep breath on the cigarette end, Uncle Li let out a long sigh.

After taking a hot bath, Bai Mumu's body finally regained consciousness. She forced herself to swallow something and rushed to Chen Xiangguo's house.

According to the customs of Jiangshui Township, children who die accidentally and are underage are considered violent deaths, and there is no way to do funerals or engrave tombstones for violent deaths.

So before Chen Ling's parents came back from other places, she would be buried immediately.

The burning paper burned to the fingertips, and the burning pain brought Bai Mumu back to reality. Pang Guimei saw that she was in a daze, and sent her to sit on the stone next to her.

"Shouldn't you try to cry? If you don't let out the pain in your heart, something will go wrong." The heat from Pang Guimei's palm was transmitted to the back of Bai Mumu's hand, and she squeezed it hard: "You can also tell me at any time, let's go together share."