A narrow corridor.

Qin Xiaojin stood in front of the corridor and was stunned.

He did not expect that there would be such a simple community in Yuncheng, an international metropolis with a long history and culture.

The little boy bowed to Tan Xiaojin, then took his hand and ran to the corridor quickly, saying, "Brother, please, save my mother and my sister. They fainted, and their mother's cell phone was turned off, and they could not call 120..."

Qin Xiaojin followed the little boy to the door of a suite.

The faint smell of gas leaked out from the door. Qin Xiaojin was shocked and immediately pushed open the door.

There was no light in the room, only a candle was lit on the table beside the window, and a guzheng came into view in the swaying candlelight.

Qin Xiaojin's eyes flashed across the guzheng and reached out to look for the switch against the wall against the door.

"Brother, there is no electricity at home. Come quickly, my mother and my sister are in the bathroom." The little boy said as he rushed towards the bathroom.

Qin Xiaojin didn't dare to hesitate, and followed quickly, taking out his phone and turning on the flashlight mode.

The bathroom was small, and a young woman and a little girl who was five or six years old fell to the ground.

It's gas poisoning!

The gas tank was right in the corner of the bathroom. Qin Xiaojin quickly walked over to close the valve, but found that the gas tank had been closed.

He looked up and saw that there were no windows on the bathroom wall. He retreated into the living room and found that the windows in the living room were also opened.

Apparently, the little boy had done these before going to retaliate.

Qin Xiaojin called "120" on his mobile phone: "Please send an ambulance immediately. Someone here is gas poisoning, it is a woman and a child..."

The little boy looked at Qin Xiaojin with anticipation. Suddenly, he saw him paused, then looked over and asked, "The address of your home."

"This is the house my mother just rented, I don't know the address." The little boy lowered his head, looking full of self-blame.

Qin Xiaojin had to hang up the phone. He went back to the bathroom door and looked at the mother and daughter on the ground, then walked into the bedroom again.

In the light of the cell phone, Qin Xiaojin saw a turban on the bed in the bedroom...

Lao Zhang held an umbrella and searched for Qin Xiaojin near the road. After walking around, he could not see Qin Xiaojin. He was afraid that Qin Xiaojin would return and miss him, so he returned to the same place and waited.

Just as he was stomping his feet, he saw Qin Xiaojin walking quickly from the rain with a young woman in his arms, and a little boy was following him.

"Mr.!" Old Zhang hurriedly met.

He was slightly stunned when he took the unconscious woman from Qin Xiaojin's hand. Qin Xiaojin actually had a little girl on his back.

"Uncle Zhang, go to the hospital!" Qin Xiaojin said, with a slight breath.

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Qin family, mourning hall.

Although the obituary of Mr. Qin Chuan's death had just been issued, the elegiac couplets of leaders, experts, and musicians, and flower baskets had been sent one after another, and at this time, most of the mourning hall had been piled up.

There are photos of the old man's life on the large screen, and the elegy couplet "Unforgettable hand-soil, remember family forever; inherit the will, and sings the romance of the old man" on both sides are eye-catching.

It was midnight, and the representative zheng music created by the old man during his lifetime was still lingering in the mourning hall. The body of the old man, surrounded by flowers, seemed particularly peaceful, as if he was sleeping peacefully as he was listening to the zheng music.

At this moment, the person who was guarding Mr. Qin's wife Professor Sang Rong and his two children: the eldest daughter Qin Hu and the second son Qin Shanhai.

"Mom, it's too late. Go to bed. Shanhai and I will just stay by my side." Qin Hu bent over and took Professor Sang's arm and persuaded again.

Qin Hu was hospitalized for a while before Qin Chuan died. Qin Hu had been taking care of his side and left. Qin Chuan passed away and was heartbroken again and cried a lot. At this moment, he spoke to Professor Sang, his voice was hoarse and exhausted.

"I'm waiting for Ozu." For Professor Sang, his wife was mentally prepared for her death. After all, she had been sick for a long time and was over 80 years old, so she was dead. The thing that made her most nervous was about to meet her eldest grandson who had been away for ten years.

Qin Hu turned his inquiring eyes to Qin Shanhai. Qin Shanhai was holding his cell phone and standing at the door of the mourning hall, frowned, and was in a heavy mood.

"Have you called Lao Zhang? Where have they been?" Qin Hu asked.

Qin Shanhai walked in slowly and said, "Old Zhang said that he and Ojin were in the hospital."

"In the hospital?" Qin Hu exclaimed.

Professor Sang held Qin Hu's hand, but looked at Qin Shanhai with excitement: "Why are you in the hospital? Is something happening to Ozu?"

"Mom, don't worry, Ozu is fine, they are just saving people." Qin Shanhai comforted Professor Sang.

Compared with Qin Hu, Qin Shanhai's voice was hoarse and he looked haggard. During the days when his father was sick, he was also accompanying his father's bedside day and night.

"Save people? Who can I save?" Professor Sang asked in confusion.

Qin Shanhai smiled bitterly, but he didn't know either.

In the hospital, after several hours of rescue, the woman and the child finally came out of the rescue room and were admitted to the ward.

"Mr., it's time for us to go home. Mr. Big has called several times, and Professor Sang and Professor Qin are waiting for you." Lao Zhang reminded Qin Xiaojin.

"Uncle Zhang, go outside and wait for me." Qin Xiaojin sent Lao Zhang away in a faint tone.

He put the turban neatly folded into tofu pieces on the storage cabinet and looked at the woman and the child on the hospital bed.

The little girl has an apple face and looks cute. She is unconscious at this moment, but she has no painful expression and seems to be sleeping soundly.

And women, who look about thirty years old, probably because they have passed away this time, they look vicissitudes and haggard.

He looked back at the boy who was eight or nine years old. The tears on the boy's face had dried up and two tears were formed on his face. He looked quite similar to the little girl, but he had a mature body that was inconsistent with his age.

Seeing Qin Xiaojin looking at him, he bowed deeply to Qin Xiaojin: "Brother, thank you today. When my mother wakes up, she will repay you."

When the boy said this, his voice became very low, and he seemed to have no confidence in his heart.

"You should call me uncle," Qin Xiaojin walked to the boy, with a faint smile on his lips, "Your mother and your sister were able to escape from danger. Thanks to you closing the valve of the gas tank as soon as possible and opening the windows at home for ventilation. It is precisely because of your wit that your mother and sister have not become very serious."

If gas poisoning is severe, even if it does not die, it will cause sequelae such as dementia and paralysis. Now, doctors say that women and children can recover as usual in just a few days.

"We have taught these safety knowledge on the safety education platform of our school, and I also got full marks during the test." The little boy showed a proud look on his face.

Qin Xiaojin took out a charger from his pocket and handed it to the little boy: "At first, I asked Lao Zhang to go and buy the charger he bought for you, and you can charge it in the ward. When you charge your mother's mobile phone, you can call your father."

For some reason, the little boy suddenly hesitated for a moment before reaching out his hand.

Qin Xiaojin's eyes fell on the little boy's hands, and a pair of white fat little hands were wearing guzheng Yijia.

Because I was soaked by the rain, the tape changed color.

Qin Xiaojin's eyes flashed in front of the little boy's house, which was still in the swaying candlelight. It turned out that this little boy was learning the guzheng.

"You can't wear the Guzheng Yijia for so long. If it's wet, you must take it off immediately. A person who plays the zither must remember to protect his hands." Qin Xiaojin told gentlely.

"Thank you brother... Uncle, I forgot to take it off." The little boy obediently took off a Guzheng Yijia, but his movements were very rough, like a ring being pulled out from his fingers.

Looking at the guzheng Yijia on the little boy's hand, Qin Xiaojin frowned.

"If you take off your ethical armor like this, be careful that the fingerprint on your finger will be unbeatable. Then you have to apply for an ID card and passport in the future. When you need to apply for a certificate, your fingerprint will not be entered..."

While Qin Xiaojin spoke softly, he had already gently untied a Guzheng Yijia for the little boy.

His slender fingers picked up one end of the tape and tore off the tape from the little boy's fingers one by one.

When Yi Jia left the little boy's finger and lay in his palm, the little boy tilted his head and exclaimed with his eyes bright: "What I took off was the ring, and what I uncle took off was the tadpole! But, this tadpole is much larger than the tadpoles in the pond!"

Looking at the innocent boy's appearance, Qin Xiaojin smiled unconsciously.

"Mr.," the door of the ward was pushed open, and Lao Zhang's head was stuck in, still in a patient urging tone, "Mr., is calling again, Professor Sang misses you very much..."

Qin Xiaojin did not respond to Lao Zhang, but reached out to rub the little boy's hair and walked out of the ward.

As soon as I walked out of the ward, I heard the little boy calling him behind him: "Uncle, my name is Liu Lang, my sister is Liu Langhua, my mother is Bai He, Uncle, I don't know your name yet!"
Chapter completed!