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

He thought that he could draw a picture with his parents today, and also draw his grandfather in.

Although the little Han Qing was only five years old, his painting skills were already very good. He drew all the family in, and then the little he smiled happily with the painting book.

Soon, the little Han Qing felt a little depressed again.

Because although today is his birthday, my grandfather doesn’t come to accompany him. When will my grandfather accept my father? My father is obviously so good.

Well, he decided that Ming would give this painting to his grandfather, hoping that his grandfather could put down his prejudice against his father as soon as possible.

Thinking of this, the little Han Qing got up and prepared to put away the painting, but when he got up, he was too immersed in thinking about things, so he accidentally kicked the chair next to him and poured it forward. The painting in his hand flew out and fell directly onto the candle.

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At that time, Han Qing lived in a small rental house. The house was dense and most of them were flammable items. The little Han Qing didn't react to anything, and even didn't know what was going on, the fire became bigger and bigger.

He finally realized something was wrong, but he was very scared. He vaguely remembered what the teacher said in class that children should not play with fire, otherwise it would be easy to cause fire.

By the way, water can extinguish fire.

The little Han Qing had only this idea in his mind, so he got up and ran towards the kitchen, holding a basin of water, but because he was young and weak, he walked all the way. He wanted to put out the fire, and such a little water was a drop in the bucket.

The fire was getting bigger and bigger, and Xiao Hanqing was so scared that he wanted to inform his father who was resting in the room after work. Originally, he wanted to handle it himself. His father went to work very late every day. Today, he came back from get off work early to celebrate his birthday. He just went into the room to rest for a while before the birthday celebration began.

So Xiao Hanqing didn't want to disturb him.

In his sleep, Han's father vaguely smelled a burning smell of something. It was only mild at first, but later the smell became heavier and heavier.

He thought to himself, was his wife cooking and cooking again today?

Alas, she obviously knows how to cook, but she always wants to study 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 following her, she endured hardships every day.

He didn't want her to endure hardships, so he could only work hard to make money.

But while working hard to make money, she also ignored her. Every time she came back from get off work, she saw her wife's burned hands for him to cook, Han's father blamed herself very much.

He felt that he was really not a man, otherwise how could he not even keep his wife well? If she wanted to suffer this kind of suffering, she should have no worries about food and clothing.

After thinking about this, Han's father did not continue to lie on the bed and turned over.

But I don’t know if it was because of working overtime for several days, but when he got up, his head was so dizzy that he even stood up.

Han's father shook his head and reached out to pinch his temple.

What's wrong with him?

Why is my head suddenly so heavy?

Could it be that I have worked too much overtime recently and have not had a good rest?

No, he can't fall down. His wife and son still have to rely on him. And today is Xiaoqing's birthday, and I don't know if his wife bought the cake.

Thinking of this, Han's father stood up again and walked outside, his head getting deeper and worse. Every step he took was like stepping on cotton, as if he was about to fall into trouble in the next second.

But as a man, Han's father did not let himself fall down until he opened the door and saw the fires soaring into the sky outside and Han Qing who was about to enter his room. Han's father was simply shocked.

"What's going on?"

The little Han Qing stood beside him and looked up at him. Han Qing's little face was anxious and he pulled his trouser legs: "Dad, dad, I, I accidentally knocked over the candle, and it turned out like this.

But, I have some people who take water, but they can't be destroyed."

When he said these words, he seemed to have made a big mistake.

Han’s father never let him down and did not say anything loudly to Han Qing. Now that he saw his son blame himself so much, he felt uncomfortable in an instant, but at this time he didn’t care about comforting him, so he could only say to him: “Xiaoqing, you go to wait for dad first, dad goes to put out the fire.”

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

So Han’s father’s first thought was to run to put out the fire. Others were tall and big, and they were very quick to lift water. Although they were dizzy and unsteady, their strong willpower still allowed him to hold on. He carried a lot of buckets of water, and Xiao Hanqing was also helping.

Finally, Han's father's eyes became darker and his consciousness gradually dissipated, but the fire in the house was still not extinguished, and their small family probably could not be saved.

After realizing this possibility, Han’s father did not delay any further. He immediately walked towards Xiao Hanqing and held his hand, "Xiaoqing, the fire is too big. According to our ability, we cannot extinguish the fire. We have to leave here quickly."

After saying that, Han's father pulled Xiao Han and the Qing Dynasty to run outside.

Bang! The burned beam suddenly fell down, blocking the way for the father and son. Xiao Hanqing was shocked and flames rushed towards him. When he thought he would rush to his face, the tall figure of Han's father covered him and blocked all the damage for him.

Han’s father felt that his head was dizzy and he didn’t know which side it was. He protected Han Qing in his arms, and the fire was getting stronger and stronger.

"Dad, Dad!"

Little Hanqing was calling him, and Han's father's consciousness was regained. He lowered his head and saw his son looking at him worriedly, with deep guilt and fear in his eyes.

No, how could he fall down at this time?

He had to take Xiaoqing out, and he couldn't die here either. He had already made Xiaoqing and his mother have a hard time. If he died again, then the mother and son would have no hope.

Moreover, he promised to take good care of the mother and son for the rest of their lives.

"Let's leave here."

Han's father stood 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's father was so dizzy that he turned around, so he did not avoid it.

With a bang, the heavy beams pressed down and smashed him to the ground.
Chapter completed!