Old Wang Doesn't Want to be Tragic

Ji Lianhuo hugged Ji Dabao who had just been discharged from the hospital, and sat obediently in the back row.

Near the residence of the two, the alley was too narrow for the car to drive in, so they simply parked beside it. Wang Zhaomou got out of the car and asked Lao Qi to take out the things he had prepared for Ji Dabao from the trunk.

The alley was full of potholes, and there was dirty water poured out by the residents. Ji Lianhuo saw Wang Zhaomou's shoes stepped on the muddy puddles, and the trouser legs, which were originally spotless, were also splashed with mud, and he felt inexplicable.

Wang Zhaomou followed Ji Lianhuo and walked in the muddy alley. The expensive and trimmed coat and the refined and refined appearance were incompatible with the alley.

The young man stood in front of a dilapidated courtyard gate, pursed his thin lips, and looked up at the noble man beside him.

"Dabao and I live here."

Wang Zhaomou raised his hand and nudged his glasses, hearing Ji Lianhuo's implication.

No need to send any more.

What's inside this door, Ji Lianhuo is very clear.

The impoverished house, the sick old man in bed, the gambling and greedy uncle, and the weeds growing wantonly in the yard, half of the courtyard wall collapsed.

Poor and dirty.

But the people around him, he is clean and shining, like an independent orchid beside a clear spring, he is an unparalleled treasure in the world.

"We'll help you carry your things in." Wang Zhaomou said in a gentle voice, and raised his hand to push open the dilapidated wooden door in front of him.

Ji Lianhuo held his breath subconsciously, and after not hearing the snoring and scolding from inside, he was slightly relieved.

Ji Lianhuo walked in front, and Wang Zhaomou looked at the two dilapidated houses and the barren yard in front of him, without any distaste.

If it was his former self, Wang Zhaomou was sure that he would not even enter the alley, but after experiencing sudden bankruptcy, penniless, and homeless, the environment in front of him can be regarded as a glimpse.

Ji Lianhuo opened a small door that was leaking, and walked in with red ears. The narrow utility room was full of air leaks. The floor was covered with wooden boards and cotton blankets, and there was no place for people to sit.

Wang Zhaomou took a closer look at the house and realized that this was where the uncle and nephew lived.

"Where does your family live?" Wang Zhaomou said in a steady voice.

"The room next door." Ji Lianhuo walked out of the utility room sideways, pointed to the big house next to him with downcast eyes, "Li Daquan usually doesn't let me in."

Gamblers are superstitious. Ji Lianhuo was ordered to follow more than a dozen rules when he first arrived here.

Except for the time when Li Daquan stole milk powder, Ji Lianhuo couldn't bear it.

"Lianhuo?" It seemed that he heard the movement outside, and an old and feeble voice came from the room. Ji Lianhuo was stunned, and saw Wang Zhaomou raised his hand and pushed open the door of the big room, beckoning himself to go in.

Ji Lianhuo walked into the room with Ji Dabao in his arms, and immediately saw the dying old man lying on the bed.

"Grandpa!" Ji Lianhuo walked over quickly, and as soon as he got close, he smelled a decadent smell.

The old man was as thin as a stick, with cloudy eyes, as if he was holding his last breath, waiting for his child.

"Grandpa...it can't be done anymore." The old man put his thin hand on the back of the boy's hand weakly, touched his bosom with the other hand, and took out a cloth bag tremblingly.

Seeing this, Wang Zhaomou silently took out his mobile phone, held it behind his back and pressed it a few times.

Ji Lianhuo opened the cloth bag, and saw inside it was an old folded passbook, and a piece of translucent jade carved with a lifelike dragon.

"You take the money, and get out of here with Dabao." The old man was having difficulty breathing, and from the corner of his eyes, he saw a man standing by the side, who looked like an orchid and jade tree.

"You are……"

"I'm Lian Huo's friend." Wang Zhaomou stepped forward, his tone soft and restrained.

"Thank you, thank you." The old man tried his best to smile, "Lianhuo, he has never brought friends here before."

Wang Zhaomou looked at Ji Lianhuo, the young man's eyes were flushed, and he was holding the old man's hand tightly, as if trying to hold something back.

"And this piece of jade." The old man looked at his grandson, "It's yours, Lian Huo."

Ji Lianhuo picked up the jade in the cloth bag, his eyes showed a little confusion.

"There's something we haven't told you all this time." The old man tried his best to support his body, as if he was returning to the light, his eyes were brightened.

Seeing this, Wang Zhaomou quickly took off his coat, folded it together, and let the old man lean on it.

The old man glanced at Wang Zhaomou gratefully, then turned to look at his grandson with a serious tone.

"Lian Huo, you and your brother are not my daughter's biological children."

Ji Lianhuo froze in place, his eyes full of disbelief.

"My daughter, she had a serious illness when she was a child and was unable to bear children. 16 years ago, I saw you and your brother on the way to the city with her.

At that time, your brother's forehead was covered with blood, and he didn't know anything. You were still young, and your brother was holding you tightly. You looked very handsome. "

The old man smiled and couldn't help coughing a few times.

"We wanted to take you to the police, but the road was blocked that day, and there were many people looking for something. When your brother saw those people, he carried you and ran away. We had no choice but to bring you back."

"When I picked you up, you and your brother both had a piece of jade around their necks." The old man tremblingly picked up the jade and put it into Ji Lianhuo's hands. Just this one action seemed to have exhausted all his strength.

"Your brother's piece, I buried it with your brother...you have to keep this piece well, from now on..."

The old man's eyes lost their spirit a little bit, and he wanted to say something, but the words were all dissipated in his chest, and his withered hands slowly let go, hanging to the side.

"Grandpa..." The young man's lips trembled a little, trying to shake the old man's body, his eyes were red and full of tears.

Wang Zhaomou subconsciously covered the boy's eyes, and his palms immediately became moist.

"Old Qi." Wang Zhaomou put his arm around the boy's head, telling him not to look at it as much as possible.

Lao Qi put down the things in his hands, and immediately stepped forward to let the old man lie flat. He wanted to pull up the quilt, but found that the old man's quilt was dirty and torn.

"Use my coat." Wang Zhaomou lowered his voice.

Lao Qi picked up Wang Zhaomou's clean and expensive black coat, shook it twice, and covered the old man's body.

The boy's body trembled like a young animal standing in the cold wind. Wang Zhaomou lowered his eyes and saw Ji Dabao wiping his tears with his small hands.

"Don't be afraid." Wang Zhaomou patted the boy's back lightly twice, only to feel his head shaking in his arms.

"I'm not afraid." The boy's voice was hoarse, showing a bit of despair, "I've... seen it many times."

Wang Zhaomou replied in a low voice, "Yes", his eyes moved slightly.

With a "creak", the dilapidated courtyard door was pushed open, and a strong man walked in, wearing a greasy black cotton coat and smelling of alcohol.

"Oh?" The strong man saw the people in the room, with a malicious smile on his face, walked into the room in three steps at a time, looked at the boy, and couldn't help laughing out loud.

"You can do it, and bring the big boss here!"

"Grandpa is gone." Ji Lianhuo stood up and faced Li Daquan, subconsciously blocking Wang Zhaomou behind him.

"Damn! I said you are a disaster!" Li Daquan glanced at the kang, cursing, "Where are you going, not only your parents, but also your brother and sister-in-law, now my father is also Be killed by you!"

Ji Lianhuo opened his mouth, his eyes were full of pain, and he couldn't speak for a while.

Li Daquan rolled his eyes at Ji Lianhuo, and suddenly saw something on the kang, and took a closer look, it seemed to be a passbook.

"Hey! The coffin book will be used right now!" Li Daquan went to get the passbook with a smile on his face. Wang Zhaomou noticed Li Daquan's movement, took a step ahead, took the passbook and put it in Ji Lianhuo's hand.

"This is left to me by my father!" Li Daquan stared, "You steal the money!"

"This is something the old man left for Ji Lianhuo." Wang Zhaomou took out his mobile phone, raised his hand to adjust his glasses, "I have a recording."

Wang Zhaomou pressed the play button, and an old voice came from inside.

"You take the money and leave here with Dabao."

Li Daquan's face changed again and again, never expecting that the other party would have such a move.

"This eccentric thing..." Li Daquan was furious. He looked at Ji Lianhuo, turned his eyes, and looked at Wang Zhaomou next to him.

"I see, you really know how to confuse people." Li Daquan pointed at Ji Lianhuo, and said to Wang Zhaomou with a grin.

"Do you know what kind of thing this is, are you blind, and you are not afraid of being killed by a disaster star?"

Wang Zhaomou looked normal, "I don't believe this."

"Your taste is really peculiar. Why, do you like this?" Li Daquan looked Wang Zhaomou up and down, "It looks gentle on the outside, but it's pretty fun on the inside. Your parents also play like this? You are..."

Before Li Daquan could finish his sentence, Ji Lianhuo rushed up and punched himself on the bridge of the nose.

Just when Li Daquan opened his mouth to attack Wang Zhaomou, Ji Dabao was placed on the kang by Ji Lianhuo, and then he rushed forward without saying a word and flashed his fists. Li Dabao's eyes were dazed, and he stumbled back a few steps. Pushed to the ground by the boy, he was punched and punched in the face.

The young man is like a wolf that has broken free from chains, with unruly wildness, dark eyes, and punches with all his strength. At first, Li Daquan was able to struggle a few times relying on his own size. Within 2 minutes, he had a nosebleed. Was knocked out alive.

"Lian Huo." Wang Zhaomou lowered his body and held the boy's arm with one hand.

"Don't get your hands dirty."

Ji Lianhuo turned his head, a few blood spots splashed on his face, his eyes full of aggression, looking at the person in front of him, settled down little by little, becoming clear and sad.

Wang Zhaomou pulled the boy up and embraced him.

After the certificate was issued, the funeral home carried away the old man. Ji Dabao sat obediently on the kang and waved his little hand to the old man one last time.

"Brother Zhaomou." The young man raised his head with a sob, his dark eyes were filled with helplessness, like a puppy abandoned by its owner.

"I don't have a home anymore." The young man's voice was hoarse, his eyes closely followed the man in front of him, and he tried his best not to shed tears.

"Woohoo." Ji Dabao whimpered a few times at the right time, as pitifully as a kitten.

Wang Zhaomou raised his hand and touched the top of the young man's hair. After thinking carefully for a moment, he spoke slowly.

"Do you want to come with me?"