Chapter 477 Death
There was more and more water under her feet. Jiang Xiaoxiao looked up and saw rain flowing down around the stone wall.
I thought to myself that this was not good.
If this continues, the potholes will be flooded with water.
They are now in danger.
Song Moting smashed it down hard.
Fan Jianguo lowered his head, and the flying stones hit his head and body, choking him and making it difficult for him to breathe.
The shoes were wet and cold.
My parents are on the other side, I have to hold on even if I die.
He held on to the wall tightly with both hands to stabilize his body. Song Moting on his body was as heavy as a mountain.
He pressed his head against the stone wall, trying to see through to the other side, as if that way he would be able to see his parents.
At the beginning, Fan Jianguo felt extremely unlucky, the kind of unlucky that even drinking cold water would get stuck in his teeth.
Think about how lucky you would be if you slipped and fell into a pothole while walking?
But now they are grateful to God, this is a warning from God so that they can find their parents.
The rubble fell with a loud bang.
Song Moting wiped the sweat from his face and helped Fan Jianguo jump down.
Jiang Xiaoxiao rushed out, and Fan Jianguo didn't care about anything else and rushed in as well.
The tunnel inside was very narrow, and their entry immediately made the space cramped.
"Grandma, grandma!"
Old Mrs. Fan held the old man in her arms and stuck her head out.
"We are here, here."
Fan Jianguo and Song Moting worked together to carry the old lady and the old man out, and Jiang Xiaoxiao checked them quickly.
The old lady was in relatively good condition, except that she was a little weak due to hunger and dehydration, but everything else was fine. However, when Jiang Xiaoxiao checked on the old man, he was already dead.
The old man hit his forehead against a rock. Although there was no bleeding, there must have been blood clots inside, which caused brain death.
The old lady looked at Jiang Xiaoxiao nervously, "How is your grandpa? What happened? He has been unconscious for a long time and I couldn't wake him up. What should I do now?"
The old lady looked at the silent Jiang Xiaoxiao, as well as Fan Jianguo and Song Moting.
He seemed to realize that the atmosphere was depressing and that this atmosphere was wrong.
"What's going on? Why don't you talk?"
Jiang Xiaoxiao took out peach juice from her backpack. This peach juice is specially designed for brain diseases and casualties. She desperately wanted to save her grandfather.
With trembling hands, I poured peach juice into the old man's mouth.
But the liquid flowed out from the corners of his mouth.
Jiang Xiaoxiao tried hard to get the master to drink it, even just one sip, maybe it could save his life.
Your own peach juice can bring the dead back to life, right?
She didn't know, she just felt that peach juice, which could save many people, had no reason not to save her grandfather.
Song Moting held Jiang Xiaoxiao's wrist tightly with one hand, his expression calm and his voice steady, "I'll do it, don't do this, you'll scare grandma."
Jiang Xiaoxiao lost her composure and was almost in a state of panic. Song Moting could see that Jiang Xiaoxiao had no idea what to do and didn't care about what she was exposing.
He took Jiang Xiaoxiao's place and poured the peach juice into her mouth. He held her throat with his fingers, raised the esophagus and trachea, hoping that the peach juice would flow down smoothly.
"Is your grandpa gone?"
After a while, the old lady finally came to her senses.
A person stared blankly at Song Moting's actions.
Fan Jianguo hugged his mother's shoulders tightly. His mother seemed to have aged frighteningly overnight.
Song Moting and Jiang Xiaoxiao stared at the old man for half an hour! One hour, two hours...
In a dark corner, where it was unknown when the sun rose or set, the old man lay motionless and silent.
Song Moting touched the old man. His body was already cold and his limbs were beginning to stiffen. His watch showed that more than ten hours had passed. The old man looked hopeless. He was truly dead.
Jiang Xiaoxiao tightly grasped Song Moting's arm, staring at Song Moting's movements with hopeful eyes as if she wanted to get the answer she wanted.
Song Moting straightened his back and answered everyone helplessly and sadly.
"Grandpa is gone."
Grandma covered her mouth and cried out.
Jiang Xiaoxiao suddenly sat down on the ground. If Song Moting hadn't pulled her up, she would have fallen against the stone wall.
Fan Jianguo threw himself on the old man and burst into tears.
Jiang Xiaoxiao's eyes went dark, and she sank into darkness...
In the darkness, she saw her grandmother carrying a backpack and silently and sadly checking each trash can.
He used an iron sled to find things that could be sold from the garbage dump and put them into his backpack. He was hunched over, with a head full of white hair, cloudy eyes and a numb expression.
In the scrap yard.
"No, this is not worth much. It's only two cents at most."
"This used to be sold for five cents, why is it only two cents? Boss, it can't be two cents!"
"Are you going to sell it or not? 20 cents! If you don't want to sell it, just take it away. This is the price of these things. I, a blind old woman, am being considerate of you by giving you 20 cents. If you don't want to sell it, forget it."
The boss threw the things back arrogantly, and with a crash, the things were scattered all over the floor, right at the old lady's feet.
The old lady fumbled frantically to stuff the things back into her torn pocket, mumbling all the while.
"How can it be two cents? It's obviously five cents! Five cents! Boss, five cents, I am an old woman with a blind eye but a heart that is not blind."
"Two cents! If you don't want to sell it, get out of here. There are plenty of people who are selling it."
The boss roared angrily.
The old lady packed up her things silently and pleaded cautiously with a smile on her face.
"Boss! Please take four cents. I am an old lonely woman who lives on these scraps. Please think of it as a gesture of kindness, boss. Please."
The boss snatched the bag from the old lady's hand with dissatisfaction, "Three cents, no more! Three cents, will you sell it? I am doing this as a good deed. If it weren't for the fact that your husband passed away and your son and daughter are gone, I wouldn't be able to raise the price.
What a loss! "
"Sell, sell! Boss, you are such a good person!"
The old lady tried hard to smile, but her wrinkled face was filled with sadness and helplessness.
She was given a bunch of Mao Zedong's banknotes in a disgusting way.
The old lady walked away step by step with a hunched back.
In the cold wind, it makes people sad.
…
Jiang Xiaoxiao and her child are helping people move honeycomb coal.
You can earn ten yuan for delivering honeycomb coal once.
She wiped the sweat off her face, which was all black.
The old lady tremblingly handed her a handful of banknotes.
"Xiaoxiao, keep it. I'll buy you and the child some delicious food. These are given by grandma, so don't worry! They're not your uncle's money."
There was kindness in the invisible eyes, and the face tried hard to force a smile, a comforting smile.
"Grandma, this won't work. You keep it for yourself. My uncle doesn't give you any money. It must be your private money. You keep it for yourself. I don't want it."
"You kid, if grandma says I'll give it to you, just take it. I still have some money, don't worry, I can give it all to you. I will definitely keep some for myself. I still have hands and feet and can earn some pocket money. It's not easy for you to live with three children.
Your parents are not around, so grandma can only help you a little bit. She can’t help you more because your grandpa passed away early. "Alas!"
The old lady sighed, stuffed the money heavily into her hand, and walked away with a staggering step.
(End of this chapter)
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