The flame of the candle was not big. There was another reason for the fire. Little Han Qing felt bored while waiting, so he went to his room in the dark and found his picture book.

He thought that he could draw a picture with his parents and grandpa today. Although little Han Qing was only five years old, his painting skills were already very good. He drew the whole family, and then little Han Qing smiled happily holding the picture book.

Soon, little Han Qing felt a little depressed again.

Because today is his birthday, but grandpa doesn't come to accompany him. When can grandpa accept dad? Dad is so good.

Well, he decided to give this picture to grandpa tomorrow. I hope grandpa can put down his prejudice against his father as soon as possible.

Thinking of this, little Han Qing got up to put the painting away, but when he got up, because he was too absorbed in things, he accidentally kicked the next chair, and the whole person fell forward. The picture book in his hand also flew out and fell directly on the candle.

Hula——

When the flame touched the white paper, it burned immediately. Little Han Qing covered his knee for a long time because he hit his knee. When he calmed down, the flame had spread to the side.

At that time, Han Qing lived in a small rental house. The things at home were dense and most of them were inflammables. Little Han Qing didn't respond to anything. He didn't even know what had happened, and the fire became bigger and bigger.

He finally realized that it was wrong, but he was afraid. He vaguely remembered what the teacher said in class that children should not play with fire, otherwise it would easily cause a fire.

By the way, water can extinguish the fire.

Little Han Qing only had this idea in his mind. Then he got up and ran to the kitchen with a basin of water. However, because he was young and weak, he wanted to put out the fire. Such a little water was a drop in the bucket.

The fire was getting bigger and bigger. Xiao Hanqing was so frightened that he wanted to inform his father who came back from work to rest in the room. Originally, he wanted to deal with it by himself. His father went to work very late every day. Today, he came back from work in advance to celebrate his birthday. He just rested in the room before the birthday celebration began.

So Xiao Hanqing doesn't want to disturb him.

In his sleep, Han Fu vaguely smelled a burning smell. At first, it was only slight, but later it became heavier and heavier. He thought to himself, is his wife cooking today and burning the dishes?

Alas, Mingming can't cook, but she always wants to learn for him. She should have been the eldest lady of the Han family. She has servants to serve her every day and lives in a big house in beautiful clothes. After she follows herself, she suffers every day.

He didn't want her to suffer, so he had to work hard to make money. But while trying to make money, he ignores her. Every time he comes back from work and sees his wife scalding his hand for cooking, Han Fu blames himself very much.

He felt that he was really not a man. Otherwise, how could he not even keep his wife well? She should have had no worries about food and clothing to make her suffer like this.

After thinking so, Han Fu didn't continue to lie in bed and turned over. But I don't know if it's the reason why he worked overtime for days. When he got up, his head was dizzy, and standing became a problem. Han Fu shook his head and held his temple.

What's the matter with him? Why is your head suddenly so heavy? Is it because I worked too much overtime and didn't have a good rest recently? No, he can't fall down. His wife and son depend on him. Moreover, today is Xiaoqing's birthday. I don't know whether his wife has bought the cake back.

Thinking of this, Han Fu got up again and walked outside. His head sank more and more. Each step was like stepping on cotton and floating, as if he would stumble the next second.

But as a man, Han Fu didn't let himself fall down until he opened the door and saw the fire outside and Han Qing ready to enter his room.

"Well, what's going on?"

Little Han Qing stood beside him and looked up at him. Han Qing's little face was worried and pulled his trouser legs: "Dad, Dad, I, I accidentally knocked over the candles. That's it. But I have water, but they can't be extinguished."

When he said these words, he looked as if he had made a big mistake.

Han Fu was never willing to be cruel to Han Qing and didn't say a loud word to him. Now he felt uncomfortable when he saw his son blaming himself. However, he couldn't take care of comforting him at this time. He could only say to him, "Xiaoqing, you go and wait for Dad first, and dad will put out the fire."

This is where they live. If it burns out, where will they live in the future.

So Han Fu's first thought was to run to put out the fire. He was tall and big. He moved quickly to carry water. Although he was dizzy and unstable, his strong willpower kept him going. He carried a lot of buckets of water, and Xiao Hanqing also helped.

Finally, Han Fu's eyes were getting darker and darker, and his consciousness was gradually lax, but the fire in the house was still not extinguished. It was estimated that their small home could not be saved.

After Han Fu realized this possibility, he didn't delay any longer. He immediately walked towards Xiao Hanqing and held his hand. "Xiao Qing, the fire is too big. According to our ability, we can't fight the fire. We have to leave here quickly."

With that, Han Fu took little Han Qing and ran outside.

Bang!

The burned roof beam suddenly fell down and blocked the way of father and son. Xiao Hanqing was shocked and the fire came to his face. When he thought he would run to his face, Han Fu's tall figure covered him and blocked all the damage for him.

Han Fu felt that his head had fainted quickly. He didn't know which side it was. He protected Han Qing in his arms, and the fire around him was getting fiercer and fiercer.

"Dad, Dad!" little Han Qing shouted at him. Han's father's consciousness returned. He looked down and saw his son looking at him with deep guilt and panic.

No, how could he fall at this time? He has to take Xiaoqing out. He can't die here. He has made Xiaoqing and his mother very hard. If he dies again, their mother and son will have no hope.

And he promised to take good care of mother and son all their lives.

"Come on, let's get out of here."

Han Fu got up again and walked outside with Han Qing Dynasty in his arms, but the next second, the beam fell down in this direction again. Han Fu was dizzy and didn't know how to turn, so he didn't avoid it.

With a bang, the heavy beam pressed down and hit him on the ground.

The heavy strength seemed like thousands of mountains collapsed at the same time. When Han Fu fell, he felt that his heart seemed to have accumulated blood, but fortunately, Han Qing was protected by him.

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