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Rows of houses in the old city were blown apart, and countless sand and dust were blown up from the surrounding courtyards and single-door courtyards, and the air was filled with the smell of gunpowder and dust.

The construction team guarding the blasting base were all coolies in dirty cotton-padded jackets. Their faces were covered with unknown black dust, and their black and white eyes were all staring blankly at a certain direction, as if they were worried or just dull. looking at.

Based on his intuition, Third Young Master Gu suspected that Uncle Ding they were chasing was buried in the smoky place, but how could he say such a thing?He could only step forward and ask the workers if they saw an old man coming.

He leaned forward, and before he took half a step, he was held back by Friday again. He looked back at Friday with a pale face, but he heard Friday say, "You wait here, I'll ask."

Gu Jia had the idea that Friday was like a roundworm in her stomach for a moment, but it quickly disappeared, just like Friday's handsome and handsome back.

"Let's go together." The third young master Gu never likes to hide behind anyone after something happens. He likes to do some important things with his own hands, witness the truth with his own eyes, and hear the truth with his own ears.

As a result, several forty-something workers in the blasting base saw the well-dressed dignitaries walking towards them.

The worker who held an iron sheet in his hand to block the flying stones for Young Master Duan was named Zhang Sanyou. He was born with a square face, which was covered in black and gray like the other workers, but he had an extra nose that was bleeding from the nose.

The nosebleed seemed to have stopped just now, so the sticky one seemed to be able to be wiped off with the back of the hand, instead of being wiped off as dust.

"Someone is here! Someone is here!" Seeing Gu Jia and the others, Zhang Sanyou hurriedly said nervously to Duan Kelin, who was blushing and angry, "They found out!"

Duan Kelin, who had just parted company not long ago, turned his head to look at the person coming at this time, the corner of his mouth twitched uncontrollably, his chest heaved uncontrollably, but he couldn't relieve the rapid heartbeat and bursts of severe pain in his brain.

"I found a fart! It's only natural for me to blow up my own house!" Master Duan's temper was several times stronger than before, terrifying like a mad dog, picking up stones on the ground and throwing them at him Zhang San got hit in the face!

Gu Jia's footsteps stopped, and the poor affection she had for Duan Kelin before disappeared, and her voice seemed to start beating someone harshly!

"Duan Kelin! What are you doing!" Third Young Master Gu looked menacing, but he was powerless and had never fought before, but just standing there looking at Duan Kelin like garbage was enough to make Duan Kelin Every cell in his body trembled, he left the unfortunate worker behind, and took a few steps forward to hold Gu Jia's hand.

"Third Young Master! Oh! Third Young Master is here, sit down quickly." Duan Kelin became kind to Gu Jia again, stretched out his leg and kicked Zhang Sanyou, and said, "Where's the stool?! Damn, did I come here to be the Duke?" For a long time, any moth can catch up! Third Master, let me tell you, there was a cripple running over to make trouble just now, none of these wastes are useful, saying that the cripple ran into the house to get something, I think he just wanted to Ask for more money, and pretend to protest there! He thought I didn’t dare to blow it up, so I’ll blow it up for him! Hahaha!”

Gu Jia didn't let Duan Kelin hold her back, but the look in Duan Kelin's eyes became more and more unreasonable, and the more she listened to this person's words, the colder she felt all over her body, she couldn't even maintain the last bit of self-cultivation, and said, "Do you know that you are What are you doing?! Are you crazy?!"

After hearing these words, Ding Hongyu didn't seem to understand for a while, but when tears suddenly welled up in his bewildered eyes, even the murderer rushed into the smoke, dust and gravel, aimlessly looking for Mr. Ding, He shouted over and over again: "Dad?! Where are you, Dad?!"

"I'm sorry, I was wrong...don't scare me!"

"dad!"

Gu Jia suppressed her anger, looked at Ke Lin again, and found that this person was wiping his nose all the time, his eyes were red, and he would shudder from time to time, his eyes were full of impatience and irritability, obviously the appearance of addiction hair!

Gu Jia knew what it was like to be addicted to opioids. His father, Gu Wenwu, smoked opium all the year round. When he was down and down, he had no money to buy it.But once he smoked opium, he returned to normal, as if life was given by opium, and once there was no smoke, he was no longer a person.

The Gu family had nothing to say to such a bastard, so he turned around and went to help Ding Hongyu find Uncle Ding. While praying for a miracle, he didn't care that his nails were split and bled because he was pulling the bricks too hard.

Wu Wu stood alone and watched, as if thinking that doing so was a waste of energy, but in the end he followed, pulled the young master Gu San who had a pretty face to the side, and said, "Stand by!" Don't move, I'll help you."

Third Young Master Gu shook his head: "Your thoughts are yours, mine are mine, and I don't need your help."

Friday frowned, but in the end he didn't stop, but sped up his search, and he didn't search blindly like Ding Hongyu and others, but stood up suddenly, closed his eyes, walked to a certain place, and then walked forward After a few steps, as if looking at something through the darkness, he finally locked a position and then opened those eagle-like eyes with indifferent and cold-blooded gaze. When he reached that position, he raised a huge wooden beam with one hand and threw it aside. , said to Gu Jia: "Don't look for it, it's here."

Gu Jia and the others walked over quickly, but Ding Hongyu suddenly stopped timidly, and squatted down in despair, not even tears...

Afterwards, Gu Jia took care of everything by himself. He called friends he knew to help prepare the coffin, and asked Xiao Liu to withdraw money to prepare for the funeral. The funeral was set at the place where Uncle Ding died, that is, on the ruins of Uncle Ding's courtyard. .

And Duan Kelin, who still felt that Uncle Ding should be damned, couldn't take it anymore because of his addiction, and left in a hurry, leaving behind a group of workers who looked at me and looked at your silence, and then left one after another insensitively, only the one who was beaten the most by Duan Kelin The man Zhang San went back and forth, left three dollars for Gu Jia, who seemed to be the most talkative, at a loss, then turned and left again.

Gu Jia looked at the money soaked in sweat in her hand, and quickly stopped him and said, "Wait a minute, you'd better take it back, it's not your fault, it's not easy for you to make money."

Zhang Sanyou shook his head, with an embarrassing sadness on his rough face, he said: "No, please transfer it to Mr. Ding. My family has been in trouble these years, and I have been taken care of by Mr. Ding. The shadow puppetry he made is for my child. I like it very much. Later, when I moved to another place, I lost contact with Mr. Ding. I failed to stop Mr. Ding today... that gunpowder... I also put it myself... I, just say that I am sorry for him, I am sorry..."

This person did not stand up and say that he knew Uncle Ding before, and he would never fight back when he was beaten or scolded, but now he secretly felt sad and gave Gu Jia the hard-earned money he had saved so hard. Gu Jia suddenly couldn't restrain himself I feel suffocated, and I can't figure out that life can suppress a person's emotions into such a terrifying appearance.

Seeing the man hunched over and hurried away, Gu Jia gave the three yuan to Ding Hongyu who seemed to have recovered.

Ding Hongyu held in his right hand a few pieces of paper that his father hugged on his chest before he died, and in his left hand held the three yuan. He shook his head and smiled: "How? Do you want to drink? I got three yuan for nothing today."

Although Third Young Master Gu couldn't empathize with Uncle Ding's death like Ding Hongyu did, he still knew that it was not a good thing for Ding Hongyu to change his mood too quickly. People should vent their emotions at the right time in order to continue living better, so he didn't stop him. The other two friends said: "Since Brother Ding opened his mouth today, let's have a few drinks. The workers I invited will set up the shed here, and tomorrow I can invite monks to read scriptures and set up a few banquets. "

Ding Hongyu looked at Gu Jia, gave Gu Jia a big hug, and said, "Thank you."

Gu Jia hugged Brother Ding back, and said, "Where is it..." After finishing speaking, Gu Jia seemed to be worried, and her slightly long eyelashes drooped, like young leaves with heavy dew hanging down, overwhelmed.

Gao Yi cried fiercely, and rushed forward to hug him: "Brother Ding, you still have us!"

Du Mingjun also moved to join in: "Brother Ding, we must help you get justice!"

Friday looked at Gu Jia who was embracing with his friends from a distance, and did not get involved in the past, but when drinking, he expressed that he would go together.

Gu Jia nodded indifferently, and followed Friday with her friends, walking last.

At this time, the sky has started to snow, slowly, gently...

Gu Jia stretched out her hand to catch it, but the snowflakes on her hands melted into water droplets as soon as they touched her skin.

"Don't blame yourself." Suddenly, Friday said this to Gu San Young Master.

Gu Jia smiled slightly, turned her head to look at Friday, and said, "This is what I said to persuade the worker, how can you imitate it?"

Friday looked at him deeply, and said the same sentence: "All this is not your fault, so don't blame yourself."

The third young master Gu nodded. In the snow, he looked endlessly desolate and remote, but his charming eyes were filled with all the warmth. He said calmly, "I know, I'm not a fool."