Commander Lü, a former reconnaissance soldier, often hears the bugle calls of the battlefield echoing in his ears as he gets older; he was just complaining to himself about it.
Ruan Xianxian smiled and personally filled the old man's glass, using the act of pouring wine as a cover to subtly drip a drop of spiritual spring water into the old man's glass.
He raised his glass and said, "I've seen your stomach need alcohol before. Just have another drink and you'll feel better."
The old man laughed heartily, picked up his small wine cup, and clinked glasses with Ruan Xianxian.
The grandfather and grandson had just put down their wine glasses when a loud crash sounded in their ears—the sound of something heavy shattering the wooden window, leaving glass fragments scattered on the floor.
Then, the cry for help became clearer.
Ruan Xianxian was all prepared to be dragged out by the old scout to rescue her grandfather, and was feeling incredibly happy when suddenly a large, strong, old hand pressed down on her shoulder.
Chief Lü's expression was meaningful: "Young lady, don't be so quick to believe. Try the mutton offal your aunt made. If you can't finish it, Grandpa Lü will cover for you."
As soon as he finished speaking, the old man slammed his head on the table with a thud, and the next moment, he began snoring loudly.
Ruan Xianxian, suddenly inspired, also grabbed the table with her head and started snoring.
Through the system's light screen, I watched as Ruan Kangri, lying prostrate on the ground next door and covered in a disheveled mess, crawled to the door like a maggot.
He found the door locked from the outside, shakily propped himself up, swung a chair and smashed the window open.
Half of his body was stuck to the window frame, exhausted, and he kept shouting, "Help!"
It must be said that Ruan Baozhu did a great job; what she locked wasn't a door, but clearly her own path to survival.
After the incident, let alone whether Ruan Kangri would protect her, after a series of bizarre actions, even the pregnancy-preserving injections couldn't save Grandpa's precious pearl!
Ruan Xianxian remained aloof and indifferent throughout.
Even if Ruan Kangri really died, she still wanted to arrange a posthumous marriage, which was illegal. But it was also impossible for her to save Old Man Ruan from death.
It's better if he's alive, but it's fine if he's dead. We neither rescued Ruan Kangri nor stopped him from being rescued by others.
She said that she went back to Beijing to see her grandfather off on his final journey. He died easily at the hands of Ruan Baozhu before he could endure all the tortures. It was actually a blessing in disguise for him.
Perhaps Ruan was lucky to survive the Japanese invasion, or perhaps his mission was not completed...
Just as Ruan Kangri was shouting himself hoarse and about to run out of strength, finally, finally a soldier passing by the door on his way home heard the noise and stopped his bicycle.
They quickly climbed into the yard and called for help.
As soon as the sound came out, Chief Lü, who was drunk and head-to-head with the two of them, started snoring even louder.
Ten minutes later, the gate of the Ruan family's house was surrounded by guards. The leader picked up a fire axe and chopped open the lock. What he saw made the guards freeze in place.
Ruan Kangri's upper body was stuck in the window frame, his head hanging down, and blood dripped down his chin onto the still-unswept snow in the yard, creating shallow snow pits.
The soldiers who first climbed over the compound stood not far away and did not approach without permission.
Everyone gasped. This was... gone?
One of the guards tried to step forward to help, but was stopped sternly by the captain: "Are you out of your mind? He has hepatitis A."
As soon as he finished speaking, Ruan Kangri, who was in a semi-conscious state, moved his hand that was resting on the window frame. Everyone saw that he was still alive, and if he was alive, they should provide emergency care.
"What should we do then?" the guard asked.
The captain pointed to the next room, "Go to Chief Lü's house and borrow a clean sheet, wrap the person in it, and carry them to the sanitation station, quick!"
Why didn't the Ruan family use their readily available bed sheets? Who would dare? What if they came into contact with the belongings of a hepatitis A patient and got infected?
Soon, Ruan Xianxian heard a knock on the door. She and Grandpa Lü were both so drunk that they didn't hear either of them.
That's how people are. Ruan Kangri was on his deathbed. No matter what he had done to her, if she showed her face at this time, she would definitely be blamed and become the target of everyone's criticism.
What past grievances or broken ties? The guard, who desperately needed someone in charge, wouldn't reason with her.
Even getting a piece of the juiciest gossip at the scene requires careful consideration of location.
When the door wouldn't open, the guard went to the next house.
Finally, some unfortunate family contributed a bed sheet, and two guards wrapped the person up and carried them to the sanitation station, while the rest of the people stayed behind for investigation.
More and more people gathered in front of the Ruan family's house. At mealtime, the women stood on tiptoe in front of the house, holding large bowls that were still steaming hot, looking around.
"What happened?"
"Unbelievable! I heard that Brigade Commander Ruan had someone disemboweled. The guards said it was someone he knew."
"I heard that his eldest granddaughter came back this afternoon, and the guards are searching for her everywhere."
Ruan Xianxian: It's time to sober up.
Just as I was thinking this, the sound of the door opening came from the Lü family's house, followed by a middle-aged man's helpless voice, "The smell of alcohol is so strong, Dad, you've been drinking again..."
Halfway through the conversation, Uncle Lü noticed an old man and a young man snoring loudly in front of the table. He came over and nudged the old man's shoulder.
"How many dishes did you have to drink like this?"
The old man suddenly opened his eyes and scolded his son, who was becoming more and more controlling as he grew older, "Can't you count how many dishes there are? Can't you count how many dishes there are by yourself? You have to ask your old man about everything."
Ruan Xianxian woke up at that moment, rubbing her eyes and calling out sleepily, "Uncle Lü."
At first, when she was lying on the table, Boss Lü thought that the old man had gone to grab some child from the clan to drink with him. But when he saw Ruan Xianxian's face, he was first stunned and then shocked.
Pulling Ruan Xianxian's arm and pointing to the next room, she said, "Quick, your grandfather has been disemboweled! Get ready for the funeral!"
Ruan Xianxian and Chief Lü exchanged glances: "Your biological daughter? How come she didn't inherit any of your shrewdness?"
Chief Lü: ...
Their gazes grew increasingly suspicious.
"Oh no!" Ruan Xianxian seemed to realize something. She didn't have time to put on her coat and ran outside wearing only a thin turtleneck sweater.
He shouted at the top of his lungs, "Get out of the way, everyone! Don't touch anything belonging to the Ruan family!"
Everyone automatically made way for her, and the captain, who had heard the commotion, stepped out, his gaze sharp as an eagle's:
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