Siheyuan: Hang Jia Dongxu, smash Banggeng to death!

It was too quiet in the courtyard.

Madam Jia carried Xiao Dang out of the house and walked around the courtyard.

Lin Jianguo's house was locked, Liu Haizhong's house was locked, but He Yushui's house was open.

The thermos on the table and the wardrobe were empty; only an old, patched shirt hung on the back of the chair, left behind.

She ran to the front yard.

The front yard is even emptier; several families have already left.

The police cordoned off the yard and put up a police line, but did not stop the residents from entering or leaving.

Standing in the middle of the courtyard, Jia Zhangshi suddenly felt a chill down her spine.

I suddenly remembered seeing Lin Jianguo's family leaving the house with their bags on their backs this morning, and I even laughed at them for being timid.

Now that I think about it, who was the coward?

Dongxu and Banggeng are dead, the three Yan brothers, the two Liu brothers, Xu Damao...

Last night I escaped a disaster by sharing a room with a deaf old lady, what about tonight?

Everyone in the courtyard has run away. What can an old woman like me with Xiaodang do?

No, no.

Jia Zhangshi carried Xiao Dang back to the house and began rummaging through chests and cabinets. She took out a gray cloth bundle from the cabinet, spread it on the kang (a heated brick bed), and stuffed the clothes inside.

They put in two items and then stopped.

where to?

Jia Zhangshi stood frozen by the kang (a heated brick bed).

Go to the countryside?

No, she never wanted to go to that dry toilet in the countryside again after just one visit. It was pitch black at night with no electricity, and her old bones couldn't bear the suffering.

Going to a relative's house?

Her family probably doesn't like her; they haven't been in touch for years. Should she stay in a hotel?

How much will that cost?

Madam Jia took out the 150 black ten-dollar bills from her inner pocket, flipped them over, and then stuffed them back in.

With 1,500 yuan, plus my own savings, I have a little over 2,500 yuan in hand.

You may have money, but you still need somewhere to go.

These days, you need a letter of introduction to go anywhere.

Jia Zhangshi threw the bundle onto the kang (a heated brick bed) and sat on the edge of the kang, lost in thought.

"Grandma, what's wrong?"

"Grandma, why are you collecting the laundry? Are you taking me to Grandma's house? Should we call Mom?"

Little Dang rubbed his eyes and called for his grandma.

Suddenly, Jia Zhangshi had a flash of inspiration and immediately started packing her luggage again. "Little Dang, stop fooling around. Grandma will take you to stay at your maternal grandma's house for two days."

"Yay!"

Jia Zhangshi quickly packed her bags. Money was important, but life was important too. Since staying at the guesthouse was going to cost money, she might as well go to Qinhuai Runiang's house for a couple of days.

She returned with her granddaughter after the police officers resolved the issue.

As for Dongxu and his grandson's corpses, she was afraid.

...

As Wang Cuilan walked out of Nanluoguxiang, her pace gradually slowed down.

The reckless energy I had just felt in the courtyard dissipated as soon as the cold wind blew in from the alley entrance.

After walking about two blocks, she sat down by the roadside.

The suitcase, heavy with goldfish, sat at her feet. Inside were yellow croaker, silver jewelry, and over six thousand yuan in cash—all the possessions she had accumulated in her life.

Wang Cuilan pressed her hand on the lid of the box, as if afraid that the box would grow legs and run away.

Where are we going?

She suddenly realized that she couldn't answer the question.

He fled to Beijing when he was young, begging for food all the way. His family members were either dead or scattered, and he had long lost contact with them.

Later, by chance and feeling disheartened, she met Yi Zhonghai, and the two got married and lived in the courtyard at No. 95 for more than 20 years.

She hadn't left Beijing for over twenty years, and had no idea what the outside world had become.

Going back to her parents' home?

She's almost forgotten where her family home is.

Go to stay with relatives?

She searched through the list in her mind, but there wasn't a single person she could turn to.

Wang Cuilan unconsciously rubbed the handle of the box with her fingers, and a person suddenly flashed through her mind.

Brother Daqing.

He Daqing.

A face from my youth surfaced from the depths of my memory: thick eyebrows, big eyes, and a smile where the left corner of my mouth was slightly higher than the right.

When they fled to Beijing, she was the one who met Brother Daqing first.

The way Daqing looked at her back then was clearly different from how he looked at others.

But then there was that woman.

She acted too quickly.

Before she knew it, she was already walking down the street arm in arm with He Daqing.

Later she got pregnant and gave birth to Shazhu.

Heartbroken, she married Yi Zhonghai, but she never forgot Da Qing Ge.

He Daqing later went to Baoding with Widow Bai. Before leaving, he entrusted Sha Zhu and He Yushui to Yi Zhonghai.

She agreed without hesitation.

Over the years, she has indeed taken great care of Sha Zhu and He Yushui. She mended their clothes when they were torn, tried to persuade Sha Zhu to stop fighting, and brought medicine to He Yushui when she had a headache or fever.

They say it's their duty as neighbors, but they know the truth in their hearts.

This is Daqing's child; she has to keep an eye on him.

But Yi Zhonghai is, after all, her husband, and she can't let things get too public.

Yi Zhonghai is currently at the police station; she ran away with the money.

If you're desperate, go to Brother Daqing. He should help you, right?

For the sake of our past relationship, and for the sake of how many years I've helped take care of his children.

Having made up her mind, Wang Cuilan stood up, dusted off her trousers, picked up her suitcase, and walked towards the train station.

"Brother Qing, Lanmei is here to see you."

Is it He Daqing?

Lin Tian's ghostly figure stared thoughtfully at Wang Cuilan's retreating figure, never expecting that He Daqing had been so frivolous in his youth.

Yi Zhonghai's wife had an affair with him, and Jia Zhangshi also had an affair with him.

Whether there are others secretly involved is uncertain.

"That's really interesting."

"How could I let you get away?"

As Wang Cuilan walked through a narrow alley, she suddenly felt a chill on the back of her neck.

She instinctively tried to turn around, but before she could, a muffled thud came from the back of her head, her vision went black, and she collapsed to the ground.

The suitcase slipped from her hands and fell to the ground with a thud.

Lin Tian's ghostly figure emerged from the shadows in the corner of the wall, looked down at Wang Cuilan lying on the ground in the alley, and the corners of his mouth curved slightly.

He bent down, picked up the suitcase, opened it and rummaged through it. There was a thick stack of yellow croaker, silver jewelry, and large black coins, worth at least five or six thousand.

He closed the lid of the box, weighed it in his hand, and put it into his spiritual spring space. He then picked up Wang Cuilan and put her into the space as well.

"Getting old is a bad thing; I always tend to fall asleep as soon as it's time to sleep."

Lin Tian raised his hand and poured a basin of cold water on Wang Cuilan's face. Wang Cuilan was instantly chilled to the bone and woke up with a start.

"Cough...cough cough..."

She coughed violently from the choking, struggled to sit up, wiped the water off her face, and then saw the person standing in front of her.

"Lin Tian?"

What are you doing here?

"Huh? Where am I?"

Wang Cuilan looked around in confusion, not quite understanding what was going on.

"Ouch! That hurts! Who hit me? Lin Tian, ​​did you see who it was?"

Wang Cuilan touched the back of her head, and the pain made her gasp. She cursed inwardly: Damn little thief.

Lin Tian put his hands in his pockets and smiled calmly, saying, "I saw that old lady."

"Who is it?"

"I."

Wang Cuilan: ? ? ?

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