As the New Year approaches, people are sorting out the joys and sorrows of the past year, buying New Year goods, and preparing to welcome the hope of the coming new year.

However, some people cannot survive the end of this year.

With only one month left before the Lunar New Year, Ding Baoshu received a red envelope for the new month's salary from Yi Ji. Accompanied by Jia Yi, he deposited it in the bank and took a box of egg tarts given to him by Brother Yi home.

He ate the crispy part of the egg tarts himself, and the soft and glutinous part could be given to grandma.

Jia Yi patted him on the shoulder, reminded him to be careful on the road, and then returned home.

But in less than 20 minutes, he received a call from Ding Baoshu.

The young man's voice in the microphone was more panicked than ever before, and even revealed a crying tone: "Eleventh sister... my grandma won't move..."

Jiayi immediately ran out and drove, stepped on the accelerator and rushed to the door of Ding Baoshu's house and came to his side.

Ding Baoshu was kneeling in front of the bed crying, turned around and saw Yi Jiayi, then stood up and ran to her. The young man looked up at her awkwardly, with tears in his eyes and his fingers intertwined, not knowing what to say or what to do.

"Have you called an ambulance?" Jiayi asked.

"Yes." Baoshu nodded, but he looked at Jiayi, then turned back to look at his grandmother, his face pale, and his eyes were already filled with despair and loss of control.

Jiayi turned around and walked to the bed, and as soon as she squatted down, she was pulled into the flow image.

The old lady with silver hair was originally lying on the bed watching TV. Suddenly she had to pee urgently, so she leaned against the wall and held on to a stool, moving step by step to the bathroom. When she

returned to the bed, she was a little listless. When she was drowsy, the old lady seemed to have some awareness of the end of her life. She turned her head to look at the sky outside the window and reached under the mattress. But after several attempts, she couldn't dig out anything. Her eyes gradually faded, and finally she sank limply into the mattress, never to move again. Jiayi came back to her senses and reached out to touch the old lady's hand. She had already developed rigor mortis - generally, 1 to 3 hours after death, the muscles of the body begin to stiffen and the joints cannot bend or stretch... Turning her head, Jiayi reached out to hold Baoshu's hand. When he approached her and looked at his grandmother with fear in his eyes, Jiayi held him in her arms. Baoshu, who had always been precocious and sensible, seemed to understand what Jiayi meant. Grandma was gone and there was no hope of saving her. Tears suddenly welled up in his eyes. Once the child-like boy who rarely showed his vulnerability could no longer hold back his emotions, he could not control them like a mountain roaring and the earth cracking. He clutched Yi Jiayi's sleeves with both hands, rested his forehead on her shoulder, sobbed, and gradually let out a low roar like a beast, as if accusing Shang Cang of taking away even his last relative. Jiayi put her hand on the back of his head and stroked it gently. Yi Jiadong, who received Jiayi's call, came quickly with Jiaru and Jiajun, followed closely by Clara and Ah Xiang, who received Yi Jiadong's call. Yi Jiadong and Clara cooperated with the emergency doctor to examine the old lady's body and issued a death report. Ah Xiang went to the room to sort out Ding Baoshu's clothes. They were going to take him back to live tonight. Manniu, who arrived last, parked his motorcycle outside the dilapidated house. After turning off the engine, he took off his helmet and accompanied Yi Jiadong to deal with grandma's funeral. In the meantime, he rode his motorcycle to the best funeral home nearby and asked them to take over grandma's body and all subsequent matters. When Manniu was about to pay, Yi Jiadong grabbed his hand and rushed to pay the bill. When Jiajun's emotions gradually stabilized, Jiayi touched his head and whispered: "Grandma didn't suffer when she died. It was a happy death." As she said that, she pointed to the bed where grandma lay before her death and showed him: "The bed and bedding are all good, there is no sign of struggle. Grandma was taken away while she was sleeping. Don't be sad." "..." Ding Baoshu nodded. Jiayi looked at him and felt a little distressed. Baoshu never allowed anyone to touch his head in the past. Perhaps only when he was so vulnerable could he not resist comfort. She walked to the bed and pulled up the mattress. Sure enough, she found a plastic bag underneath. In the mental image of her grandma's death, the gift she had been trying to take out from under the mattress should be this bag. She handed the bag to Ding Baoshu and pointed to the edge of the bed and said, "Just now I saw traces of pulling here. Grandma should have checked it before she died. It might be something left for you." Baoshu opened the bag and found that it was filled with various certificates and some photos of him and his brother when they were young... As he looked at it, Baoshu's tears, which had just stopped, began to flow again. In addition to these things, there was also a thick stack of money in the bag. Although it was thick, it was not much. They were all in RMB with low denominations. It was obvious that grandma had saved this money slowly over time. The newspapers wrapped around the money had a report about the University of Hong Kong. Baoshu suddenly realized that this money was saved by grandma for his studies. "Pah! Pah!" Clear tears fell on the wrinkled paper, making the stack of money even heavier. Jiajun and Jiaru were both sitting on the side, one pulling Baoshu's hand and the other holding Baoshu's shoulder. Soon, the little friends huddled together, all of them were infected with sadness. Jiaru cried the most and even asked Baoshu to comfort her... Jiayi stood up, looked at the three children, turned around and helped Ah Xiang to tidy up Baoshu's things in the room. Clara came back from outside and bought a lot of paper money. "Let Baoshu live with us first, and let him live with Doufuzi." "Let's go to my place." Manniu suddenly walked in. Although he looked fierce, he had a very reliable look. "I live by myself, my own house, it's more convenient." "Okay." Clara nodded and asked Jiayi: "Do you want to ask Baoshu's opinion?" "No, if you ask him, he will probably stay here. It was okay when grandma was here, but now he lives alone, it's too worrying." Jiayi thought about it and decided to persuade Baoshu to let him live with Manniu for a while. Grandma passed away, they had no relief money, and Baoshu couldn't live in the village house here alone. Jiayi would definitely not let him live in an institution like an orphanage, but if he lived in their house, he would only be able to live in the study. Jiayi pursed her lips and stood in the small house, and began to think about the future: she now has more than two million in savings. If she buys a house with full payment, she can only buy a small house, and the location is often not very good. First, it will definitely not be able to accommodate the four members of the Yi family plus Baoshu, and second, it will probably be far away from Yi Ji and the children's school. If she wants to buy a big house, it will probably only be enough to pay the down payment. Not only will the pressure of repaying the loan later be great, but the house conditions will not be very good either.

She still wanted to buy a house that would satisfy her. She wondered if the villas on sale in Tai Po were as good and cheap as Brother Yue said. It seemed that she would have to go and find out when she had some free time. Late

at night, several people from Yijiadong helped Baoshu deal with everything, and then sent him on Manniu's motorcycle. They watched him being taken away before they went home with peace of mind.

Although Manniu's house was not big, it had two bedrooms, a living room, a bathroom and a kitchen. It was a very comfortable small house. The decoration was simple with cool colors, but it was clean and cool.

Baoshu sat on the sofa in the living room a little stiffly, took the cup of water handed to him by Manniu, drank the water, and rubbed his eyes that were swollen like peaches.

"..." Manniu was not good at comforting people, but seeing the boy like this, he was ready to say something, so he held his glass of water, stood by and hesitated for a while, and then spoke unsmoothly:

"I also had to be alone at a very young age. I felt very difficult when I was young, but..."

He raised his head and looked at the rabbit-eyed boy, shrugged, "Everything will be fine. And you are not alone now. Although grandma has passed away, the Yi family treats you as a relative, helping you to take care of things and arrange things for you... You are not alone."

Baoshu nodded, was silent for a while, and finally felt better.

He took a sip of water, then raised his head and asked, "Brother Manniu, where should I sleep?"

Manniu smiled, waved at him, and took him to lie on his side.

The moonlight sprinkled into the small room, the mattress was clean and tidy, and it was a very comfortable room.

Baoshu stood by the bed, reached out and touched the soft quilt, and sat on the soft mattress. He lowered his eyes to control his emotions, then raised his head to thank Manniu.

Manniu hummed, turned around and left, and imitated the others and gently touched Ding Baoshu's head.

Baoshu didn't sleep well that night, always dreaming and always waking up. Sometimes tears would wet the pillowcase, and when he reached out and touched the wetness, he realized that he had cried again.

The next morning, he got up listlessly and sat in a strange room, a little dazed.

Until the doorbell rang outside the house, Baoshu heard Brother Manniu go to open the door, and then the familiar, somewhat shouting voice of Jiaru: "Good morning, Brother Manniu, are you all up? Is Baoshu up? I brought breakfast for you. Sister drove me here, and she is still looking for a parking space downstairs..."

Baoshu hugged the quilt and started to work. He wiped his face and suddenly felt that although he had experienced too many separations, God was not too bad to him.

He brushed his short hair twice, put on his clothes and folded the quilt. He opened the door and greeted Brother Manniu and Jiaru.

Cheer up, he is that strong boy again.

...

...

Baoshu's grandmother's funeral was taken over by Clara.

The capable woman figured out everything in a minute, and negotiated with the funeral home staff, arguing over every link and every branch. Not only did she not let the other party take advantage, but she also arranged the funeral home team clearly.

Jiayi took time out of her busy schedule to look around for houses and understand the market.

The housing prices in Hong Kong in the 1990s were almost the same as those in Shanghai 2020 years before Jiayi traveled through time. There were buildings that were only put on the market but not delivered. Any good house cost four or five million, and even a house of more than 400 feet (more than 40 square meters) cost more than one million, which was simply jaw-dropping.

You know, at that time in Shanghai, you could buy a one-bedroom apartment in a good location for hundreds of thousands! Pudong hasn't even been developed yet, and a million or so can be a very good investment...

Unfortunately, she has to live in Hong Kong now, and she has to solve the housing problem first before she can consider investing, otherwise she really wants to buy a house in the mainland.

She has only been around for a few days, and she began to feel tired.

Every real estate manager is pretending that the price of sub-property is doubling every day, and if you don't buy it now, you won't be able to afford it. The sense of urgency is overwhelming, making people sigh:

It's not easy to live in Hong Kong.

People who have such sighs are not just Yi Jiayi who is worried about buying a satisfying big house.

There are also many citizens who feel oppressed and painful as the gap between the rich and the poor in Hong Kong becomes wider and the class solidification becomes more and more serious.

Lin Yi-po thinks that he is also such a Hong Kong citizen. He often gets angry when he sees in the newspapers that rich people eat bird's nest as porridge, use mouse grouper as fish balls, and use famous tea that costs thousands of yuan per gram to make tea eggs.

Gradually, he is living on his savings, and gradually becomes short of money. Gradually, he realizes that he has to make plans for the future again.

Most people in their lives always want to repeat their past successful experiences when they are in trouble. This repetition will gather all the elements related to "past success" without selection.

So, Lin Yi-po found the brothers who had done great things together, and sat around the tea stall table next to the Sham Shui Po Pier again.

The sea breeze in late winter can blow a person's head off. They hid in a shelter, listening to the wind and reminiscing about their courage in the past.

Everyone sighed, lamented, and missed the past. Until Lin Yibo suddenly asked, "Do you want to do another job?"

The others all raised their heads and looked at Lin Yibo in disbelief. Their hair had turned white, and when they looked up at people, wrinkles appeared on their foreheads. Their eyes were cloudy, and their bodies were not as strong as before. What else could they do?

"I have three guns I used before hidden in the cellar. I only used up four bullets and they are still usable." Lin Yibo stretched out his arms and looked around. After making sure that the owner of the tea stall was far away and could not hear them talking, he continued:

"We are not robbing people when doing this. A group of seemingly harmless old people will be much easier to deal with than the fierce-looking ones back then, right?"

"Everyone has started a family..." The bald and bald man waved his hand.

"I will come forward, and you just need to assist me. Whether I succeed or not, I will escape to Taiwan to retire. What are you afraid of? When you get the money, you can send your children to study abroad, and Hong can treat his wife's illness..." Lin Yibo glanced at everyone, and in order to convince them, he added:

"I have been following the family of the rich Li for two months. They live a very regular life and feel very safe..."

As he said, he placed several pieces of paper on the table, which recorded various information such as dates, names, places, etc. They were all about the daily life of the youngest son of the Li family, and also included some tracking notes on the patriarch of the Li family and others.

The former goldfish boy is now a goldfish man. He was the first to pick up the note with scrawled handwriting on the table. After reading it for a while, he showed an excited expression and turned to ask others:

"Do you want to do it?"

A gust of wind suddenly blew from the sea, making the tea shed surrounded by thick plastic make a loud noise, as if guns and cannons exploded in their ears, making everyone's heart pound.

But this is more than just shock, there is also a kind of wild impulse that has never subsided in the blood.