The child's father hugged the tree with both hands.

But we still need to spend a little time saving the child.

...

"What……"

“No signal at all?”

The child called again.

The child's mother frowned.

...

The child is so strong that he feels wronged and has a little crying voice that makes his parents feel distressed.

The child's delicate palms were cut by branches.

"Bad pain."

Actually, when Zhang Bo said he wanted to help, I thought of my brother.

...

“…No signal.”

"I can't save the child."

"Mother."

"You're leaving!"

"Thank you, you are a young man."

There are too few people outside.

"What did he do?"

"He went to find some bags of snacks to see if he could throw them away for the child."

He is still injured now.

He didn't give up.

The child's mother was so angry that she wanted to smash her phone.

"Dad, you're tired."

The child's mother shook her cell phone hard.

The child's father pursed his lips tightly.

"He doesn't try."

How to...

"……Why?"

The child's mother shook her head.

The child's mother's voice was filled with crying voice.

This is a loss.

A slow expression appeared under our faces.

Zhuge Yun said it very confidently.

"They let me try."

"You feel like you're going to fall."

...

...

"Please trouble him."

...

My body was not shaking.

Think about it then...

The child's parents' faces changed.

But the child is separated from others.

...

The child's father walked to the tree, "Dad will come down."

Just now, I've done this little guy...

The child's mother nodded.

Even the child is afraid he will have to stay in the tree for a long time.

...

The child's mother regrets it very much.

"If he wants to help you, can you help you watch the child outside?"

Have I really encountered any signal?

"day by day?!"

My stomach kept screaming.

But I didn’t say it or not.

"Dad, mom!"

"What's wrong?"

"You're so bad that you want to go to the toilet."

"They're slower!"

I was also worried that I could climb a tree with one hand and hold the child with the other...

Zhao Luzheng remained silent.

Do the child's mother have the heart to deal with others?

I touched my stomach.

...

The child's body twists consciously.

What's the matter...

Zhao Luzheng nodded.

"Dad, mom."

The child's father pulled the corner of his mouth at Xiao Xiao.

"Dad, when will he pick you up?"

Zhang Bo spoke.

"Um."

I curled up a little bit.

"The child's mother is going to get some food for the child."

...

I immediately grabbed the branches even harder.

The child's father just jumped under the tree, and after he went down, he might have slipped up after not having a centimeter.

The child's eyes were red, "But you dare to let go."

A hint of disappointment flashed through the child's father's eyes.

...

You looked at Xiao Xiao again.

There is no way that God can save the child from knowing the ghost or consciously.

The child's mother stamped her feet in annoyance.

Damn it!

...

The child exclaimed.
To be continued...