Siheyuan: I have Lingquan Space and Bistro

Jia Dongxu looked at Jia Zhang's distraught look, and his heart felt like it was being pressed down by a heavy stone. He knew very well that his mother had been like a stubborn old cow all her life, struggling hard in the quagmire of life, and supporting the family with her seemingly rude strength. But now, the vicissitudes of life have long eroded her spine, and that strength is nothing more than a shaky candle in the wind and rain.

Jia Dongxu walked forward and gently patted Jia Zhang's shoulder, the action was somewhat comforting. He slowly said: "Mom, don't worry, I'm here, I will take care of you, nothing will happen." His voice was low and firm, as if it was the last line of defense for Jia Zhang in this chaotic world.

Jia Zhang's eyes instantly turned red, and turbid tears burst out. Her hands grasped her son's sleeves tightly as if grasping a life-saving straw. "Son, you must help me with more work when the time comes. I am old and can't do much work." Her voice was trembling, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from the depths of her throat with difficulty, full of helplessness and dependence.

Jia Dongxu looked at his mother's wrinkled face and fearful eyes, and felt a pang of pain in his heart. He nodded vigorously, "Mom, don't worry, I'm here for you."

At this moment, the sharp voice of the manager broke this brief moment of warmth, "Okay, now the men go this way and the women go that way." The voice echoed in the empty venue, revealing an unquestionable majesty.

Jia Dongxu hurriedly said to Jia Zhang: "Mom, you go first, I'll come to find you when the time comes." He tried to make his voice sound calmer, but the worry in his eyes still inadvertently revealed.

"Okay, okay." Jia Zhang nodded repeatedly like an obedient child. She moved her feet carefully, looking back every few steps as she followed the crowd. Her thin figure seemed particularly thin in the crowd, as if she could be blown down by a gust of wind.

Jia Dongxu watched his mother's back as she left, until she completely disappeared from his sight, then he turned around and followed the others into a barracks. The barracks were filled with a damp and moldy smell, and dim light shone through a few small windows, barely allowing one to see the furnishings inside. Simple beds were placed in a mess, covered with worn-out quilts, with cotton wool showing in some places.

"Jia Dongxu, you will live here from now on." The man who brought him here said impatiently, with a bit of disgust in his eyes, "Remember not to cause trouble, otherwise you will be in trouble." After that, the man glared at him fiercely, and that look was like a sharp knife, as if to dig a hole in Jia Dongxu, and then turned and left, leaving only a series of heavy footsteps echoing in the barracks.

Just as the footsteps gradually faded away, the people who were resting in the barracks quickly gathered around from all corners, their eyes flashing with greed and ill intentions, like a group of hungry wolves seeing their prey. Jia Dongxu suddenly felt a chill rising from his spine. He looked at everyone vigilantly and unconsciously took two steps back.

However, before he could stand firm, his back hit someone's chest. He turned his head in horror and saw a burly man standing behind him. The man's face was full of flesh, his eyes were as big as copper bells, and he stared at him fiercely. Jia Dongxu felt as if his throat was choked by something, and he stuttered, "You... you..."

Seeing this, everyone burst into laughter. The laughter echoed in the barracks and was particularly harsh. One of the older men walked out slowly. There was a long scar on his face, extending from the corner of his eye to the corner of his mouth, which made his smile look particularly hideous. He said to Jia Dongxu, "Boy, take out all your valuables on your own initiative, so as to avoid physical pain."