The shout startled both Su Qing and Cheng Beilin, who quickly looked in the direction of the sound.
"Oh, isn't that where those kids are fishing?" Cheng Beilin suddenly grew nervous. "Don't tell me a kid fell into a hole in the ice."
"Come on, let's go see."
Without another word, Su Qing grabbed Cheng Beilin and ran toward the shouting.
To avoid disturbing the children's fishing, Su Qing had chosen a spot some distance away. By the time she and Cheng Beilin rushed over, they saw the kids gathered around a patch of reeds, panicked and helpless. They were shouting for help as they tried to rescue someone, and two of the girls were so scared they were wailing.
Su Qing looked over and frowned. 'Normally, even for ice fishing at the Pond, you'd only make a hole a few inches wide. Partly because the ice is so thick, and partly to keep people from falling in. After all, with a hole that small, even if a child slipped, they wouldn't fall all the way through.'
