Siheyuan: It started with Yu Li's door-to-door work

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?

Lost in thought, Qin Huairu shook her hand, her finger was cut by the broken porcelain, and the 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 back then?

Although this idea shouldn't be, it grew bigger and bigger in Qin Huairu's mind, like a mushroom 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 dies...

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.

The stick was just so silent, watching silently.

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

The next day.

All the workers have gone to work, and the aunts who are not working also have jobs to do, except for the old ones who can't move.

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.

Jia Zhang is not at home.

She used to be able to sit and chat with other old ladies in the front yard, but wasn't she arrested for espionage?

After coming back after being locked up for such a long time, no one paid any attention to her words.

The people in the whole compound are ostracizing her.

Although it is not enough to criticize and shake with explosive methods, the ubiquitous neglect and suppression make people feel stuck in their throats.

Mrs. Jiazhang had quarreled before, but her criminal record is there, as long as others mention it, her words will be blocked to death.

Later, Jia Zhang could only vent his anger on his own family members.

He and Jia Dongxu, Bang Geng and the others just babbled and complained, but they were not polite to Qin Huairu, Xiao Dang, Xiao Huaihua and the others, cursing with their mouths and hitting them with their hands.

When Qin Huairu went to work and the children went to school, Jia Zhang would help Jia Dongxu tidy up first, then turn him over, and then go out to pick up the trash.

These days, no one will throw away anything that has a little use, and the things that are thrown out are all shabby things.

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 of making briquettes is not very good, and basically they cannot be completely burned. In the end, there is a high probability that the middle part of the briquettes will not ignite.

There are also those who directly burn raw coal. If the furnace is filled with large pieces, it is easy to be incompletely burned.

This incompletely burned part is called the coal core.

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

Jiazhang basically picks up these every day, and puts them in together with the broken wood he picked up when burning the stove, and piles up the excess in the corner of the house for winter use.

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

No one expected that a small figure would sneak over quietly.

It's the stick.

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

Stick slipped in quietly, closed the door behind his back, 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 stomped 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 it is not a vegetable, it must move.

Jia Dongxu immediately struggled frantically.

But he has been paralyzed and bedridden for a long time, and there is no rehabilitation technology in this era, and his muscles have 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 couldn't even beat a teenage boy like Bang Geng.

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 5 minutes, Jia Dongxu's struggle gradually weakened, and finally, his hands fell 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 limp, and he sat on the ground paralyzed, panting heavily, and 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, tidied up 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.

Chapter 88 The Death of Jia Dongxu

"My son!"

That night, a shrill scream pierced the night sky.

"My son! Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!

In the big courtyard, those who were cooking, chatting, lying on the bed with their eyes closed, all heard the crying, and all looked at each other in dismay. .

Afterwards, the big guys flocked to the door of Jia's house where they were crying.

Jia Zhang sat at the door of his house, patted his thigh, and cried with snot and tears.

"My son! How did you go so young! You were all right when I went out in the morning! My poor son!"

The crowd whispered.

"What's going on here?"

"Hearing Jia Zhang crying so much... Is it because Jia Dongxu is dead?"

"Hey! Jia Dongxu just died."

"Tsk, how did you say that?"

"Jia Dongxu has been disabled for so long, he is almost a living dead, it's not bad to die at this time."

"You are too damaged!"

"However, how did Jia Dongxu die? After being paralyzed for so long, it can't be suicide, right?"

"That can't be done. If you want to commit suicide, you would have committed suicide long ago."

"Then this is..."

At this time, a voice came from outside the crowd.

"Come on, everyone, let's make way, let's make way!"

When everyone looked back, it turned out that it was the three uncles from the courtyard.

The crowd made way for the three uncles to enter.

The second uncle, Liu Haizhong, had a stern face and played with his accent.

"Jia Zhang, what's going on?"

"What's going on? My son is gone! What else could it be!" Mrs. Jia Zhang wailed, clutching the skirt of her clothes with one hand, "Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooboy

Liu Haizhong was taken aback.

"No? Why not?"

Jiazhang cried so much that his nose was bubbling.

"I, as soon as I got home today, Dongxu was lying on the bed, already out of breath... woo woo woo..."

Jia Zhang wiped his face and pointed to the room with one hand.

"I didn't dare to move him, just... still lying like that... woooooooo... my son... woooooo... my heart..."

"Go in and have a look." Yi Zhonghai frowned and said with a nod.

Liu Haizhong was a little hesitant, but Yan Bugui retreated directly.