Chapter 477 Death

There was more and more water under his feet. Jiang Xiaoxiao looked up and saw rain flowing down the stone wall.

He thought to himself that it was not good.

If this continued, the pit would be flooded by the water.

They were in danger now.

Song Moting smashed down hard.

Fan Jianguo lowered his head, and the flying stones above hit his head and body, choking him so much that he couldn't breathe.

His shoes were wet and cold.

His parents were on the other side, and he had to hold on even if he died.

He held 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 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 drinking cold water would make his teeth ache.

Think about how lucky it is to slip and fall into a pit while walking?

But now he is grateful to God, this is God's warning so that they can find their parents.

The gravel fell with a rumble.

Song Moting wiped the sweat from his face and helped Fan Jianguo jump down.

Jiang Xiaoxiao rushed out, and Fan Jianguo rushed in without caring about anything else.

The tunnel inside was very narrow, and their entry immediately made the space inside cramped.

"Grandma, grandma!"

Old lady Fan held the old man 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 quickly checked them.

The old lady was in good condition, except that she was a little weak due to hunger and lack of water, but when Jiang Xiaoxiao checked the old man, he was already cold.

The old man's forehead hit the stone, although there was no bleeding, but there should be blood stasis inside, causing brain death.

The old lady looked at Jiang Xiaoxiao nervously, "How is your grandpa? What's wrong? He has been in a coma for a long time, and I can't 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.

It seemed that she realized that the atmosphere was very depressing and that this atmosphere was wrong.

"What's wrong? You guys should talk."

Jiang Xiaoxiao took out peach juice from her backpack. This peach juice is specially for brain diseases and casualties. She wanted to save her grandpa like crazy.

She poured peach juice into the old man's mouth with shaking hands.

But the liquid flowed out from the corners of his mouth.

Jiang Xiaoxiao tried hard to make the old man drink it, even if it was just one sip, maybe it could save his life.

My peach juice can bring people back to life, right?

She didn't know, but she felt that peach juice that could save many people couldn't save her grandpa.

Song Moting held Jiang Xiaoxiao's wrist tightly with one hand, his expression was calm and his voice was steady, "I'll do it, don't do this, you will scare grandma."

Jiang Xiaoxiao lost her sense of proportion and was almost in a mess. Song Moting could see that Jiang Xiaoxiao didn't know what to do at all, and didn't care about what she exposed.

He took Jiang Xiaoxiao's place, poured the peach juice down, stuck his finger in the throat, raised the esophagus and trachea, hoping that the peach juice would flow down.

"Is your grandpa gone?"

The old lady finally came to her senses after a long while.

She stared at Song Moting's movements alone.

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 the dark corner, where the sun rises and sets, the old man was motionless and silent.

Song Moting touched the old man. His body was cold and his limbs began to stiffen. His watch had passed more than ten hours. The old man looked hopeless. He was really dead.

Jiang Xiaoxiao tightly grasped Song Moting's arm and watched Song Moting's movements eagerly. With hopeful eyes, he seemed to want to get the answer he wanted.

Song Moting straightened his back and answered everyone helplessly and sadly.

"Grandpa is gone."

Grandma covered her mouth and cried.

Jiang Xiaoxiao sat down on the ground all of a sudden. If Song Moting hadn't picked her up, she would have fallen on the stone wall.

Fan Jianguo threw himself on the old man and cried loudly.

Jiang Xiaoxiao's eyes went dark and she sank into darkness...

In the darkness, she saw her grandmother carrying a backpack, silently and sadly checking each trash can.

She took the iron sledge and found things that could be sold from the garbage dump and put them into her backpack, hunched over, with a head full of white hair, cloudy eyes and numb expression.

In the scrap yard.

"This won't work. It's 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? Two cents! If you don't want to sell it, take it away. These things are priced at this price. You, a blind old woman, are already taking care of you by giving you two cents. Forget it if you don't want to sell it."

The boss threw the things back arrogantly. With a crash, the things were scattered all over the floor, right under the old lady's feet.

The old lady fumbled in panic to put the things back into her torn pocket, while constantly nagging.

"How can it be two cents! It's obviously five cents! Five cents! Boss, five cents, I'm blind but I'm not."

"Two cents! Get out of here if you don't want to sell it, there are plenty of people who want to sell it."

The boss shouted angrily.

The old lady quietly packed up her things and begged cautiously with a smile on her face.

"Boss! Four cents, please take four cents! I am an old lonely woman who lives on these scraps, please think of it as a kind gesture, boss, please."

The boss snatched the bag from the old lady's hand dissatisfiedly, "Three cents, no more! Three cents, will you sell it? This is a good deed I do every day. If it weren't for the fact that your husband passed away and your son and daughter are gone, I can't raise the price.

It's a loss!"

"Sell, sell! Boss, you are such a good person!"

The old lady tried to smile, and her wrinkles were filled with sadness and helplessness.

She was given a bunch of Mao's banknotes in disgust.

The old lady hunched her back and walked away step by step.

In the cold wind, it was heartbreaking to see.

...

Jiang Xiaoxiao and her child were helping people move honeycomb coal.

She could earn ten yuan for delivering honeycomb coal once.

She wiped her sweat, all black.

The old lady trembled and handed her a handful of Mao's banknotes.

"Xiaoxiao, keep it well. I'll buy you and the child some delicious food. It's from grandma. Don't worry! It's not your uncle's money."

The eyes that could not be seen were full of kindness. She tried to force a smile on her face, a comforting smile.

"Grandma, this won't work. You keep it for yourself. My uncle doesn't give you money. It must be your private money. You keep it for yourself. I don't want it."

"You kid, grandma said I'll give it to you, so just take it. Grandma still has some, don't worry, grandma can still give you all the money. I will definitely keep some for myself. Grandma still has hands and feet to earn some pocket money. It's not easy for you to live with three children.

Your parents are not here, so grandma can only help you this little. Grandma can't help you more, because your grandpa died early. Alas!",

The old lady sighed and stuffed the money heavily into her hand, and left with a staggering step.