Zhui'er swam back with her mother, crying all the way.

Qing'er arrived at the shore and hurriedly found a small boat and rowed towards the place Zhui'er mentioned. After searching for a long time, she didn't find anything unusual, so she had to come back.

"Have you seen whose child it is?" Qing'er asked Zhui'er with a frown. When Zhui'er was swimming back just now, she just cried, so Qing'er couldn't ask him.

"I don't know her." Zhui'er said, wiping away tears.

"She's not a child from our village..." Qing'er looked upstream, wondering which village this child could be, and asked, "What does she look like?"

"It's too far away, I can't see clearly. It seems to be about the same age as me. He wears a red bellyband and has two pigtails like this." Zhui'er gestured with his hand on his head.

Qing'er's heart felt a little heavy. If such a young child drowned, the family would definitely be devastated. As a mother who had just been a mother for a few years, she knew exactly what kind of grief that would be.

"Go to Grandpa Wang'er and tell him. Grandpa Wang'er will find someone to help. Mom will go look for her later."

"Well, she is holding a big winter melon." Zhui'er said as she ran towards the village.

"What?" Qing'er grabbed her son and asked.

"She is holding a big winter melon." Zhui'er opened his hands and gestured, "It's so big!"

Qing'er trembled suddenly, with a look of fear in her eyes. She covered Zhuo'er's mouth and lowered her voice and said, "Did you really see clearly that it was a little girl?"

Zhui'er nodded, pulled her mother's hand away, and whispered, "She's just a little girl. Little boys are not as white as her."

"Is she very white?" Qing'er asked, staring closely at her son.
Chapter completed!