The Dog King of Siheyuan Tears and Rebirth

After the Chinese New Year, everything returned to the previous days, the only difference was that the factory started working overtime, changing the previous laziness and idleness, which made those who had been cheating and slacking before live a miserable life.

In this way, time quickly came to the middle of 1977. After get off work that afternoon, Yi Zhonghai returned to the courtyard with a hunched back. He was extremely tired because he had just moved a family's furniture to the third floor, and the price was very low. There was no other way because there were more young people returning to the city and the competition was fierce.

As soon as he entered the door, he shouted, "Xue Lian, pour me some cold water. I'm so thirsty. I'm exhausted today. My waist is almost broken."

Having said that, Yi Zhonghai sat down on the stool tiredly, but after waiting for a long time, there was no response.

"Hmm? Where are the people?" Yi Zhonghai asked suspiciously, "Xue Lian? Is she home?"

Still no response.

"Is it in the kitchen?" Yi Zhonghai said to himself.

Thinking about this, he poured himself a glass of water and drank it, "Gulp gulp!"

"Ah! It feels so good! Xuelian, can you hear me?" Yi Zhonghai shouted, but there was still no response.

So Yi Zhonghai stood up and went to the kitchen. As soon as he entered the kitchen, he found his wife lying on the ground, motionless.

"Snow Lotus!" Yi Zhonghai shouted.

While shouting, he immediately went in and bent down to help his wife up.

But when he touched it, he found it hard and without any warmth, so he quickly reached out his hand and sniffed it.

But now Li Xuelian couldn't breathe at all, and her whole body was cold.

"Dead, dead, Xuelian is dead!" Yi Zhonghai sat down on the ground, "Xuelian is dead, just like that,..." Yi Zhonghai started crying.

After all, this is the woman who has been with him all his life, and also the woman he has deceived all his life.

After being sad for a while, a feeling of fear surged into his heart.

It was obvious that Li Xuelian had been dead for most of the day, and her body didn't even have the slightest bit of temperature.

"If there was a child or someone around, would this happen? Could he be rescued?" Yi Zhonghai thought.

Thinking of this, Yi Zhonghai's heart was filled with bitterness and fear. He didn't want to be like his wife, not even having a chance to struggle, especially now that he was alone.

It would be a horrible thing if he died alone like this. The story he had heard before came to his mind again: a family without a family, no one to take care of him, and when someone found him, he had already stink, with maggots all over his body.

Thinking of this, Yi Zhonghai shuddered all over and cold sweat ran down his back.

"No, absolutely not. I can't do that. I must find a way. I must, I must. I can't be rolled over by the maggots. I can't..." Yi Zhonghai said to himself.

After talking to himself for a long time, Yi Zhonghai stood up. Although he was thinking about something, the most important thing at the moment was to deal with his wife's funeral.

"But who can help me?" Yi Zhonghai shook his head bitterly, "Shazhu? That's impossible. He'd be lucky if he didn't set off fireworks to celebrate? Liu Haizhong? Haha, will he pay attention to me? Who, who can help me?"

For a moment, Yi Zhonghai realized that he was truly a hopeless family, a family without even anyone to help him.

"Hey! If no one wants to help me, then no one wants to help me. I'll do it myself!"

Thinking of this, Yi Zhonghai picked up Li Xuelian from the ground with a princess hug, then walked into the house. When he went out, the sharp-eyed neighbors saw everything.

Before Yi Zhonghai went out again, the news had already spread everywhere in the courtyard. Some said that Li Xuelian was dead, while others said that she had just fainted.

After a while, Liu Haizhong received news from his wife.

"Old Liu, Old Liu, something bad has happened. People in the courtyard said that the Yi family member has died." Chen shouted after taking the child home.

"Oh, who told you that?" Liu Haizhong asked indifferently. Life or death had nothing to do with him.

"It has spread. Someone in the Central Courtyard saw Yi Zhonghai carrying someone from the kitchen into the house. Some said he fainted, but others said he was lying straight and must be dead," Chen explained.

"If he's dead, he's dead. It has nothing to do with our family." Liu Haizhong said indifferently.

"Old Liu, I think you should go and ask. At least you are still the uncle now. People in the courtyard are talking about it and saying all kinds of things. You have to explain it to everyone anyway." Chen suggested.

"Hey, now the street office doesn't care about us old men anymore, it's the same as if we don't exist. But it's okay for me to go and ask, haha." Liu Haizhong said with a smile.

As he said that, Liu Haizhong actually stood up and went to Yi Zhonghai's house in the central courtyard.

When they reached the door, Liu Haizhong shouted at the top of his voice, "Yi Zhonghai, are you home? Come out for a moment, I have something to talk to you about."

Inside the room, Yi Zhonghai was thinking about what to do next? Should he hold a funeral ceremony or not? How thick a coffin should he buy?

When he heard the cry from Liu Haizhong, he realized that someone must have seen him carrying the corpse into the house.

There was no hesitation. After all, dead is dead, and there was nothing to hide. So he walked out and said calmly, "What's the matter?"

"Yi Zhonghai, I'm the eldest uncle in this courtyard. There are some things I must ask about. Now everyone in this courtyard is saying that your wife is dead. Is that true?" Liu Haizhong asked bluntly.

"Haha, it's gone. So what? As an uncle, do you want to help me take care of it?" Yi Zhonghai said.

"That's your own business. I'm just asking about it and telling everyone to stop making irresponsible comments. Well, he's dead, so let him be! Please accept my condolences!"

After saying that, Liu Haizhong left Yi Zhonghai's house without looking back, and said with contempt in his heart, "Old bastard, now you know the difficulty of not having a son! You deserve it. I help you, but how can I help me? It's unlucky."

After Liu Haizhong left, Yi Zhonghai did not delay and left home directly to go to the coffin shop. After all, he couldn't bear to stay in the same room with a dead person at night, even though that was his wife.

When it was getting dark, Yi Zhonghai came to the yard with a few people carrying a coffin. Due to her young age and the accident, Li Xuelian did not even have old clothes prepared. She died the way she died, and was directly put into the coffin by Yi Zhonghai. Then with a dull sound, the coffin lid was closed.

After cleaning up all this, Yi Zhonghai agreed with the four people on the time to come tomorrow, and then went back to the house.

There was no mourning hall, no white cloth, and no filial sons and grandchildren. Just like that, the coffin was placed outside all alone.