Chapter 477: died
Chapter 477 Death
There was more and more water under his feet. Jiang Xiaoxiao looked up and saw the rain flowing down around the stone wall.
I feel bad in my heart.
If this continues, the pit will be flooded with water.
They are in danger now.
Song Moting smashed it down hard.
Fan Jianguo lowered his head, and the flying stones hit his head and body, choking him so much that he couldn't breathe.
The shoes are wet and cold.
The opposite side is my parents, I have to hold on even to death.
Hands firmly grasped the wall to stabilize his body. Song Moting on his body was as heavy as a mountain.
He put his head against the stone wall, trying to see through the other side, as if he could see his parents that way.
If Fan Jianguo felt extremely unlucky at first, he would feel so unlucky that even if he drank cold water, he would stuff it between his teeth.
Think about your luck if you slip and fall 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 rumble of gravel fell.
Song Moting wiped the sweat from his face and helped Fan Jianguo jump down.
Jiang Xiaoxiao rushed out, and Fan Jianguo rushed in too without caring about anything else.
The tunnel inside was very narrow, and their entry immediately made the space inside become cramped.
“Grandma, grandma!”
Old Mrs. Fan hugged the old man and stuck her head out.
“We are here, here.”
Fan Jianguo and Song Moting cooperated to carry out the old lady and the old man, and Jiang Xiaoxiao quickly checked them.
The old lady's condition was pretty good. Except for being a little weak due to hunger and lack of water, she was otherwise fine. However, when Jiang Xiaoxiao checked on the old man, he was already cold.
The old man hit his forehead against a stone. Although there was no blood, there must have been congestion inside, causing brain death.
The old lady looked at Jiang Xiaoxiao nervously and said, "How is your grandpa? How is he doing? He has been in coma for a long time, and I have been unable to wake him up. What should I do now?"
The old lady looked at Jiang Xiaoxiao who was silent, as well as Fan Jianguo and Song Moting.
Seems to realize that the atmosphere is depressing and that this is not the right atmosphere.
“What’s going on? You guys are just talking.”
Jiang Xiaoxiao took out peach juice from her backpack. This peach juice is specially designed to treat brain diseases and casualties. She frantically 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 the mouth.
Jiang Xiaoxiao tried hard to make the master drink it, even if it was just one sip, one sip might 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, couldn’t save grandpa.
Song Moting held Jiang's small wrist tightly with one hand, with a calm expression and a steady voice, "I'm here, don't do this, you will scare grandma."
Jiang Xiaoxiao lost his sense of control and was almost in chaos. Song Moting could see that Jiang Xiaoxiao didn't know what to do and didn't care what he exposed.
He took Jiang's place and drank the peach juice. He stuck his fingers in the throat and raised the esophagus and trachea, hoping that the peach juice would flow down smoothly.
“Is your grandpa gone?”
It took a while for the old lady to finally wake up.
A person stared blankly at Song Moting's movements.
Fan Jianguo hugged his mother's shoulders tightly. His mother seemed to have grown frighteningly old overnight.
Song Moting and Jiang Xiaoxiao stared at the old man for half an hour! One hour, two hours...
In the dark corner, where the sun rises and sets, the old man remained motionless and silent.
Song Moting touched the old man. His body was already cold and his limbs were beginning to stiffen. More than ten hours had passed on his watch. The old man looked hopeless. He was really going to die.
Jiang Xiaoxiao held Song Moting's arm tightly, watching Song Moting's movements eagerly, with hopeful eyes as if he wanted to get the answer he wanted.
Song Moting straightened his back and answered everyone helplessly and sadly.
“Grandpa has gone.”
Grandma covered her mouth and cried.
Jiang Xiaoxiao suddenly sat down on the ground. If Song Moting hadn't picked him up, he would have fallen on the stone wall.
Fan Jianguo threw himself on the old man and cried loudly.
Jiang Xiaoxiao's eyes darkened and sank into darkness...
In the darkness, she saw her grandma carrying a backpack, silently and forlornly going through the trash cans one after another.
Hooking an iron sledge, he picked out items that could be sold from the garbage and put them into his backpack. His waist was stooped, his head full of white hair, his eyes were cloudy, and his expression was numb.
At the scrapyard.
“This is no good, it’s worthless, it’s only two cents at most.”
"This was not sold for five cents in the past, why is it only two cents! Boss, you can't sell it for two cents!"
"Are you going to sell it or not? Two cents! If you don't sell it, take it away. These things are at this price. You, a blind old woman, are already taking care of you by giving you two cents. If you don't sell them, forget it."
The boss threw the things back arrogantly, and with a crash, the things were scattered all over the floor, right under the old lady's feet.
The old lady groped in a panic as she stuffed the things back into her torn pocket, while chattering constantly.
"How can it be two cents! It's obviously five cents! Five cents! Boss, give it five cents. My old lady is blind but not blind."
“Two points! If you don’t want to sell it, get out of here. Some people sell it.”
The boss roared menacingly.
The old lady packed up her things silently and begged cautiously with a smile on her face.
"Boss! Four cents, please take the four cents! I am a lonely old woman who can survive on these scraps, so you should show kindness, boss, please."
The boss was dissatisfied and grabbed the bag from the old lady's hand, "Three points, no more! Do you want to sell the three points? I am doing good deeds every day. If it weren't for the death of your wife, my son and daughter would be gone too." For my sake, I can't raise the price.
What a shame! "
“Sell, sell! Boss, you are such a good person!”
The old lady tried her best to keep her smiling face, but her wrinkled face contained sadness and helplessness.
She was given a bunch of cents by someone who felt disgusted.
The old lady hunched her back and left step by step.
In the cold wind, it is sad to see it.
…
Jiang Xiaoxiao and his children are helping people move briquettes.
You can earn ten yuan by giving away briquettes once.
She wiped away her sweat and it was all black.
The old lady tremblingly handed her a handful of cents.
“Xiaoxiao, put it away and buy some delicious food for you and the child. Grandma gave it to you, so don’t worry! It’s not your uncle’s money.”
The invisible eyes are full of kindness, and the face tries hard to smile, a smile of relief.
"Grandma, this won't work. You keep it for yourself and spend it. My uncle won't give you the money. It must be your private money. You keep the money, I don't want it."
"You kid, if grandma says to give it to you, just take it. Grandma still has it. Don't worry, grandma can still give you all the money. I'm sure she will keep some. Grandma still has hands and feet. Earn some pocket money. It's not easy for you to have a hard time with three children.
Your parents are not here, so grandma can only help you a little. Grandma can't help you much, so your grandpa left early. well! ",
The old lady sighed and pushed the money heavily into her hand, and staggered away.
(End of this chapter)
