Chapter 494: Chapter 494
There was more and more accumulating water underfoot, Jiang Xiaoxiao looked up, the rain was flowing down the surroundings of the stone wall.
She secretly thought this was not good.
If this continues, the pit hole will be flooded by the water.
They are in danger now.
Song Moting pounded down hard.
Fan Jianguo hung his head low, stones splashing from above hit him all over, choking him so he couldn’t breathe.
The shoes were wet, icy cold, and damp.
On the other side were his parents, he must hold on even unto death.
With both hands, he grabbed onto the wall to steady his body, with Song Moting on him heavy as a mountain.
His head pressed against the stone wall, wanting to see through to the other side, as if that way he could see his parents.
If at first Fan Jianguo felt utterly unlucky, like the kind of luck where even drinking cold water would get stuck between his teeth.
But now he was grateful to the heavens, this was a warning from the heavens, allowing them to find their parents.
Rumbling rubble fell down.
Song Moting wiped the sweat off his face, supported Fan Jianguo down from a jump.
Jiang Xiaoxiao rushed out, and Fan Jianguo, not caring about anything else, rushed in together.
The inside of the tunnel was very narrow, their entrance immediately made the space feel cramped.
Mrs. Fan held onto the old man, poking her head out.
"We’re here, we’re here."
Fan Jianguo and Song Moting worked together to carry out the old lady and the old man, Jiang Xiaoxiao quickly checked.
The old lady’s condition was still relatively good, apart from being weak due to hunger and dehydration, she was otherwise fine, but when Jiang Xiaoxiao checked on the old man, he was already cold.
The old man’s forehead had hit a stone, although there was no bleeding, there must have been hemorrhage inside, causing brain death.
The old lady nervously looked at Jiang Xiaoxiao, "How is your grandpa? How is he? He’s been unconscious for a long time, I kept calling him but he wouldn’t wake up, what do we do now?"
The old lady looked at the silent Jiang Xiaoxiao, as well as Fan Jianguo and Song Moting.
Seemingly aware that the atmosphere was very oppressive, the mood was wrong.
"What’s going on? Won’t you say anything?"
Jiang Xiaoxiao took out peach juice from her backpack, this peach juice was specifically for brain diseases and injuries, she frantically wanted to save grandpa.
With trembling hands, she poured the peach juice down the old man’s throat.
But the liquid flowed out from the corner of his mouth.
Jiang Xiaoxiao forcefully tried to make grandpa drink it, even one mouthful, maybe one mouthful could save his life.
My peach juice can bring back the dead, right?
She didn’t know, she just felt that the peach juice that could save many people couldn’t possibly not save grandpa.
Song Moting held Jiang Xiaoxiao’s wrist tightly, his expression calm, his voice steady, "Let me do it, don’t do this, you’ll scare grandma."
Jiang Xiaoxiao lost her composure, almost an entire mess, Song Moting could see Jiang Xiaoxiao didn’t know what to do, didn’t care about exposing anything.
He took Jiang Xiaoxiao’s place, pouring the peach juice down, using fingers to hold the throat in place, lifting the esophagus and trachea, hoping the peach juice could flow down.
"Is it that your grandpa is gone?"
The old lady took a long time to finally realize it.
She stared blankly at Song Moting’s actions.
Fan Jianguo held his mother’s shoulder tightly, his mother seemed to have aged fearfully overnight.
Song Moting and Jiang Xiaoxiao stared at the old man, half an hour! One hour, two hours...
In the dark corners, places not knowing sunrise or sunset, the old man remained motionless, silent.
Song Moting touched the old man, body already cold, limbs beginning to stiffen, his watch showed over ten hours had passed, the old man appeared hopeless, truly dead.
Jiang Xiaoxiao clutched Song Moting’s arm tightly, eagerly watching Song Moting’s movements, hoping to get an answer she wanted.
Song Moting straightened his back, helpless and sorrowfully answered everyone.
Grandma covered her mouth and cried out.
Jiang Xiaoxiao suddenly sat down on the ground, if Song Moting hadn’t caught her, she would have collapsed against the stone wall.
Fan Jianguo threw himself onto the old man and wailed with grief.
Jiang Xiaoxiao’s vision went black, sinking into darkness...
In the darkness, she saw grandma carrying a basket, silently and desolately rifling through each garbage bin.
Holding an iron sled, picking items from the trash that could be sold for money, placing them in her basket, hunched over, her head full of white hair, eyes cloudy, expression numb.
At the recycling station.
"This doesn’t work, it’s not worth much, at most two cents."
"This used to sell for five cents, how can it be only two cents now! Boss, it can’t be two cents!"
"Are you selling or not? Two cents! If you’re not selling, take it away, these things are this price, an old blind lady like you is getting two cents as a favor, if not then forget it."
The boss rudely threw the items back, with a clatter, the things scattered all over the ground, right at the old lady’s feet.
The old lady frantically gathered things back into the torn bag, constantly muttering.
"How can it be two cents! It was clearly five cents! Five cents! Boss, make it five cents, I’m blind in eyes but not in mind."
"Two cents! If you’re not selling, get lost, plenty of people selling."
The boss shouted fiercely.
The old lady quietly packed up the items, carefully smiled and pleaded cautiously.
"Boss! Four cents, take it at four cents! I’m an old lonely woman relying on this scrap to get by, do a good deed, boss, I’m begging you."
The boss took the bag from her hand dissatisfied, "Three cents, no more! Three cents, are you selling or not? This is my one good deed a day, if it weren’t for your husband’s death, your son and daughter gone, I wouldn’t raise the price.
"Sell, sell! Boss, you’re such a good person!"
The old lady tried hard to smile, her face full of wrinkles contained heartache and helplessness.
Reluctantly handed a stack of small bills.
The old lady hunched her back, step by step leaving.
In the cold wind, it was heartbreaking to watch.
Jiang Xiaoxiao was helping someone move coal briquettes with her children.
Earning ten yuan for one delivery of coal briquettes.
She wiped her sweat, all black.
The old lady shakily handed her a stack of small bills.
"Xiao Xiao, take it and buy something good for yourself and the children, it’s from grandma, don’t worry! It’s not from your uncle’s money."
Her invisible eyes full of kindness, she forced a smile onto her face, a comforting smile.
"Grandma, this is not right, you keep it for yourself, my uncle doesn’t give you money, it must be your secret stash, you keep it for yourself, I don’t want it."
"Child, when grandma says it’s for you, you take it. Grandma still has some, don’t worry, grandma wouldn’t give you everything. I’ll keep a little for myself. Grandma can still earn some pocket change. It’s not easy for you with three kids, life is tough.
Your parents are gone, grandma can only help you this much, can’t help more, because grandpa left early. Sigh!",
The old lady sighed heavily, stuffing the money into her hand, and left with a stagger.