Siheyuan: Sap is the last word

Qin Huairu was startled and jumped up. Her hand slipped and the wet bowl fell to the ground and broke into eight pieces.

"Bangge? When did you come?"

"I came early in the morning. Grandma must have hit mom again."

Bangge has become increasingly gloomy in the past two years.

"That person of your grandma..." Qin Huairu smiled bitterly, without making any excuse, and shook her head, "Mom brought back some delicious food from your silly uncle. She hasn't finished eating just yet. If you're not full, go to your milk shop and ask for it. Let’s eat.”

Banggeng said quietly: "Mom, you haven't answered me yet."

"If my father was gone, would you be able to marry Shazhu, and would he be our stepfather?"

Qin Huairu was so frightened that she covered Banggian's mouth.

"Great joke! Don't dare let anyone hear these words! Otherwise, your mother and I won't have to live!"

Banggeng stared at Qin Huairu for a long time, wondering what he thought of, nodded, and entered the room silently.

Qin Huairu heaved a sigh of relief, and suddenly felt that something was wrong, but the feeling was fleeting and fleeting.

She squatted down and cleaned up the pieces of the bowl on the ground, but the question that Bang Jiao just asked was echoing in her mind.

If Jia Dongxu is gone...

Will she be able to marry Sha Zhu?

Thinking in a daze, Qin Huairu's hand shook, and her finger was cut by a broken piece of porcelain, and bright red blood fell to the ground drop by drop.

Qin Huairu quickly stuffed his fingers into his mouth to stop the bleeding, but his thoughts diverged uncontrollably.

If Jia Dongxu is gone...

Why couldn't he just die when he was injured?

Although he knew he shouldn't, this thought grew bigger and bigger in Qin Huairu's mind, growing into a large area like mushrooms after the rain.

Seeing Qin Huairu hitting the bowl, Jiazhang cursed again.

"Only earning such a small amount, you still feel that you are not good enough, right? You throw a bowl after scolding you a few words? A porcelain bowl costs cents, can you afford to throw it and still throw it? Your salary is enough for you to throw a few bowls." bowl!"

Qin Huairu was already experienced, and turned a deaf ear to Jia Zhang's cursing, and uncontrollably looked at Jia Dongxu who was breathing more than a dead man on the kang.

If he died...

How good he is dead!

Qin Huairu remembered not to let Jia Zhangshi see the expression on her face, but she didn't pay attention, and was stared straight at by the stick.

Banggeng just watched silently.

No one knows what kind of determination this half-grown boy has made.

The next day.

The workers in each family have gone to work, and the unemployed uncles and aunts also have their own work to do. Except for the old ones who can't move, they have nothing to do.

Do the housework that should be done, and if there is no housework, go to the community to get some matchboxes and return it to paste, which can be regarded as an income for the family.

Mrs. Jia Zhang is not at home either.

In the past, she could sit in the front yard and chat with other old ladies, but wasn't she arrested for espionage? After being imprisoned for such a long time and coming back, no one paid any attention to her words.

The people in the whole compound are ostracizing her.

It’s not like we’re going to criticize and fight with explosive means, but the ubiquitous neglect and suppression makes people feel like they’re stuck in their throats.

Mrs. Jia Zhang had made quarrels, but her criminal record was there, and whenever anyone mentioned it, she would be silenced.

Later, Mrs. Jia Zhang could only vent her anger on her own family members. With Jia Dongxu and Banggan, they just chattered and complained, but they were not polite to Qin Huairu, Xiaodang, Xiaohuahua and the others. They would scold them when they opened their mouths and hit them when they started.

When Qin Huairu goes to work and the children go to school, Jia Zhang will first help him tidy up, then turn him over, and then go out to pick up rags.

These days, no one will throw away anything that has some use. What is thrown out is extremely tattered.

When Jiazhang goes out to pick up trash, she can also see bits of broken wood. The most important thing for her is to go to the ash dump to pick up coal cores.

These days, the technology for making briquettes is not very good. Basically, they cannot burn completely. At the end of the combustion, there is a high probability that the middle part of the briquettes will not be lit. There are also those that burn raw coal directly. If the coal is filled in relatively large pieces into the furnace, it is easy to burn incompletely.

The incompletely burned part is called the coal core.

People who have no money can pick it up and use it.

Jia Zhang basically picks this up every day. When burning the stove, I put it in together with the broken wood I picked up, and piled the extra wood in the corner of the house for winter use.

When Jia Zhang went out, she locked the door carefully.

No one expected that a small figure slipped over quietly.

That's right.

He took a piece of wire and poked it back and forth in the keyhole. After a while, there was a "click" and the lock opened.

Banggeng slipped in quietly, closed the door with his backhand, and bolted it from the inside.

Jia Dongxu was lying on the kang, covered with a quilt, staring blankly at the ceiling.

When Stickong walked beside him, Jia Dongxu didn't even roll his eyes.

After staring at Jia Dongxu for a long time, the stick turned around several times, and finally, he gritted his teeth and stamped his feet!

He quickly climbed onto the kang, picked up the pillow next to him, and covered Jia Dongxu's face directly!

Stick legs spread apart, riding on Jia Dongxu's waist, lowering his upper body, pressing the pillow tightly against Jia Dongxu's nose and mouth!

Sudden suffocation, as long as you are not in a vegetative state, you must take action.

Jia Dongxu immediately struggled frantically.

But he had been paralyzed and bedridden for a long time. There was no rehabilitation technology in this era, and all the muscles in his body had atrophied.

Moreover, strength starts from the ground, and the human waist is the key axis for coordinating the strength of the upper and lower body. Jia Dongxu not only lost his lower body, but also could not move his waist, even if he had strength, he could only move his two arms.

He can't even defeat a teenager like Bangge.

He waved his hands vigorously, scratching the stick's face.

Stick gritted his teeth, the veins on his forehead burst out, his cheeks protruded, and he leaned back to avoid Jia Dongxu's scratching, his hands were not loose at all.

After almost five minutes, Jia Dongxu's struggle gradually weakened.

In the end, his hands hung heavily on the kang.

Still not at ease, the stick covered it tightly for a while, and suddenly smelled a bad smell.

At first glance, it turned out that Jia Dongxu was incontinent.

He probed Jia Dongxu's nose, and sure enough he was out of breath.

Jia Dongxu's eyes were wide open, covered with bloodshot eyes, it can be said that he could not rest in peace.

Stick let go of his hand, his whole body trembling violently.

He took two steps back, his legs went weak, and he collapsed on the ground, gasping for air. It took a long time before he calmed down.

He rubbed Jia Dongxu's eyelids, helped him close his eyes, put the pillow back in place, arranged the bedding, and tried his best to restore it to its original state.

Stick looked at it for a while, then covered Jia Dongxu with the quilt again.

Now, Jia Dongxu was lying peacefully on the kang, with his hands naturally on his sides, his head tilted on the pillow, his eyes half closed, and the quilt covering his chest.

At first glance, it looks like a natural death.

Bang Geng let out a long breath, raised the curtain a little, looked around, and then quietly opened the door, locked it with his backhand, and slipped away again.