Siheyuan: Starting from Building a Village

Bang Geng leaned against the wall, his trembling hands still holding the dagger, his pale face could not hide the panic in his heart, and his wide eyes were full of shock.

Bang Geng couldn't understand why Hao Xinren, such a smart man, didn't know to dodge when faced with a dagger. Now, the dagger stabbed him directly in the aorta, and he couldn't be saved even if he wanted to.

It was too late for Hao Xinren to regret now. He did not pull out the dagger from his neck. He now pressed the wound hard with his left hand, staggered back two steps, and turned around. He wanted to save himself. As long as he walked out of the yard and was found and sent to the hospital in time, he might still be saved.

Unfortunately, he tripped when he turned around and fell directly on Zhang Zhanling's body. When he grabbed around with his right hand, he happened to grab the knife that was inserted into Zhang Zhanling's heart, and the handle of the knife on his neck was pressing on Zhang Zhanling's hand.

At this time, his breathing became more and more difficult, and blood was gushing out of his throat, making gurgling sounds. After struggling for a few times, Hao Xinren gave up helplessly. He had no strength in his body and could not stand up.

Hao Xinren's consciousness also began to fade. He lay helplessly on Zhang Zhanling's body, his body twitching constantly.

Bang Geng leaned against the wall and watched until Hao Xinren stopped moving.

The first thing Banggeng felt when he came to his senses was cold. He had just broken out in a cold sweat, and now that the sweat had disappeared, he felt chilly inside his clothes.

"Brother Hao, don't blame me for this. It's your fault for not hiding."

Bang Geng looked at Hao Xinren 'sincerely', as if he would feel better after saying this.

Looking at Hao Xinren's body, he wanted to search him, but he was a little scared, so he had to give up the other small yellow croaker with great reluctance. He picked up his small bag, closed the door gently, and went directly to the kitchen. He was cold and hungry and urgently needed food to provide calories.

He poked the stove to warm himself up, drank some hot water, and after warming himself up, Banggeng was ready to run away.

After going out, I found that the area around the department store was in chaos. I couldn't get out and had to go back to the courtyard again.

He locked the door from the inside, returned to the kitchen, dove into the pile of firewood, and buried his body in it. This way he would not be easily discovered and would also keep warm.

Now he can only wait until dark.

Where to go after dark?

Bang Geng is in trouble again.

If it were in the past, the first thing he would think of would be to go home, back to Courtyard 95.

But not now.

He knew in his heart that he was becoming more and more like a superfluous person in that family.

Ever since he came back from the juvenile detention center, not only has his sister become less close to him, but Qin Huairu's attitude towards him has also changed, which can be seen from Qin Huairu's complicated eyes.

He used to be the most favored one in the family.

Whenever he made a mistake, Qin Huairu was the first to stand up and defend him. If anyone kept complaining, Qin Huairu would use her ultimate weapon: the widow's tears.

Show a delicate and miserable look to gain sympathy from others and achieve the purpose of maintaining the stick.

His good grandmother, Jia Zhang, could not bear to see him suffer any injustice. No matter whether he was right or wrong, if anyone dared to cause trouble for Bang Geng or said something bad about him, she would scold you in your face.

If no one helps her to reason, she will just sit on the ground and activate the undead summoning skill to summon Lao Jia and Xiao Jia. Tell me, are you afraid?

If the widow's tears and Jia Zhang's summons don't work, there is one last trick: Sha Zhu's fist.

In the entire No. 95 Courtyard, basically no one can withstand these three moves.

At that time, it was no exaggeration to say that Banggeng was the little bully of Yard 95.

Sadly, these are all things of the past.

Now the widow's tears can no longer move the hearts of the people in the compound.

Sha Zhu's fists would only hit him.

Jia Zhang's summons also became worthless.

All the good things left him.

It's not that he can't go home, but it's that he doesn't want to go home. He doesn't want to listen to Qin Huairu's endless nagging, and he doesn't want to see the cold eyes of his two sisters. He just wants to escape, escape from that home that no longer has warmth, and it would be best to escape from the old city and go far away.

The only place he could go at night was Jia Zhang's shack. Even though he despised it from the bottom of his heart, he had to put up with it for one night for the sake of his own life.

He definitely couldn't stay overnight in this so-called secret warehouse of the riot committee. There were two corpses in the room and he was afraid.

As I was thinking about it, the back of my head started to hurt again, like being pricked by needles and having a burning sensation.

At the same time, breathing became a little difficult, and Bang Geng was a little panicked.

Banggeng knew he couldn't wait any longer, he needed to go to the hospital for a check-up. He was not yet an adult, and now he had a lot of money and bills. He couldn't let any accidents happen when he was about to start his happy life.

When I wanted to stand up, I found that my legs were weak and numb.

Banggeng began to imitate what he did when he just woke up, rubbing his legs constantly and tapping his joints from time to time. However, not only did it not work, but his hands seemed to lose strength as well.

Bang Geng was so anxious that he broke out in a cold sweat.

When others are anxious their heartbeat speeds up, but when he is anxious his heartbeat starts to slow down.

His breathing became increasingly difficult, and his consciousness began to blur. When he was unconscious, he was still thinking: I can't die, I'm just sleepy, and I'll be fine after a good sleep.

When I woke up again, except for some pain in the back of my head, the numbness in my arms and legs seemed to have disappeared.

Banggeng didn't want to wait any longer, so he went out with his bag on his back.

When I went out, I found that there was no one on the street. The wind was still blowing and the snow was still falling.

Braving the snow, Bang Geng came to the shack where Jia Zhang lived, taking one step deep and one step shallow. He thought it would be safest to put his bag here first, as no one would think of it.

After Banggeng entered the shack, Jia Zhang was still sleeping. She could only sleep, burying herself deep in the haystack and covering herself with a tattered quilt. Only in this way could she keep out the cold.

If Liu Guozheng's car had not passed by, Banggeng would not have cursed out loud out of jealousy, and would not have woken up Jia Zhang.

I was still thinking about how to explain it, but Jia Zhang fell asleep again.

This was just what he wanted.

He took out fifty yuan from his bag, hid the bag, and prepared to go to the hospital in the snow.

As a result, as soon as he stood up, his eyes went dark, his legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground.

"Bang Geng, Bang Geng, is that you? What's wrong with you?"

Jia Zhang could still hear the sound of Bang Geng falling to the ground. She was worried about her beloved grandson, so her voice became louder.

"Grandma, save me."

Banggeng's voice was very weak, as if all the strength in his body had been suddenly drained away, and his voice was barely audible.

"Great Terrier, Great Terrier"

Jia Zhang called out Banggeng's name again and again, but got no response.

"Bang Geng, grandma is here to save you. Bang Geng, where are you?"

Rushing to throw away the grass and worn quilt on her body, Jia Zhang crawled towards the exit of the shack, shouting as she crawled. Not only could her legs not move, but her eyes had also become blurry and she could not see clearly.

Fortunately, the light at the entrance of the shack was quite good due to the reflection of the snow.

"Great terrier, great terrier."

Climbing to Banggeng's side, Jia Zhangshi tried hard to pull him into the shack. The entrance to the shack was too cold, and snowflakes were blown in by the wind from time to time.

But Banggeng was lying there, motionless. If it weren't for the faint breathing sound she could still hear, Jia Zhang would have thought that Banggeng was gone.

"Bang Geng, Bang Geng, wake up, you can't sleep."

It was difficult for Jia Zhang to crawl by herself, let alone holding up Bang Geng. She could only keep shouting, hoping to wake Bang Geng up.

"Help, help, help."

"Is there anyone here, please save my darling grandson, someone please come."

"Bang Geng, Bang Geng, wake up, wake up, don't sleep, don't sleep."

"Someone... come..."

Jia Zhang's heart sank. No one responded from outside, not even Bang Geng responded. Only the wind outside the shack was howling.

"Grandma...Grandma"

Banggeng suddenly woke up. His mind was clear, but he had no strength in his limbs. Banggeng thought of a word: last gasp of light. He seemed to be in this state now.

At this moment, there was no panic in his heart, only resentment and hatred.

He was not yet an adult, had not married or had children, and had no children for the Jia family.

He had just earned a lot of money and had yet to enjoy the pleasure of spending it lavishly.

All this seemed to be impossible to achieve anymore.

He hated Zhang Zhanling who beat him.

Hate the dead Hao Xinren.

I hate myself even more. Why didn’t I go to the hospital first?

"Bang Geng, how are you?"

Jia Zhang's weak voice came.

"Grandma, I'm sorry."

Listening to Jia Zhang's weak voice and thinking of her kindness again, Bang Geng's eyes filled with tears. He was glad that he could still shed tears and that his grandmother was by his side before he died.

"Bang Geng, be good, don't be afraid, grandma will save you, grandma will save you."

Jia Zhang was heartbroken.

I can’t move my legs and can’t take my grandson to the hospital.

He couldn’t see clearly and couldn’t even see his own grandson’s face.

They couldn't hear anyone and couldn't call for help.

"Grandma, I know I can't do it anymore, and I won't give up."

"Don't be afraid, my dear grandson. Grandma will crawl out and find someone to take you to the hospital."

She was willing but unable to do anything. No matter how hard Jia Zhang's shriveled hands tried, she couldn't move even an inch.

"Grandma, I'm cold."

"Grandma, I think I saw my dad."

"Grandma, I miss my mom"

"Grandma, I..."

"Milk.."

Banggeng's voice became weaker and weaker, tears hung from the corners of his eyes, and his lips were still moving, but he could not make any sound.

"Be good, go to sleep, grandma will accompany you, sleep well."

Jia Zhang stretched out her dry hands and wiped away the tears from the corners of Banggeng's eyes. Then she lay down beside Banggeng, holding his cold hands, gently patting his body, and humming the song that Banggeng loved most when he was a child.

"Little Fatty, you're the doorpost, crying and shouting that you miss your wife."

"Little Fatty, you're the doorpost, crying and shouting that you miss your wife."

"The little fat boy...sat on the doorstep...crying...shouting...missing his wife..."

"Little. Fatty. Dun..."

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