Ji Lianhuo held Ji Dabao, who had just been discharged from the hospital, and sat obediently in the back seat.
Approaching the two people's residence, the alley was too narrow for the car to drive in, so they simply parked nearby. 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 filled with potholes and dirty water poured out by residents. Ji Lianhuo's heart clenched inexplicably when he saw Wang Zhaomou's shoes stepping on the mud puddles, and the originally spotless suit trouser legss had mud spots splattered.
Wang Zhaomou followed Ji Lianhuo and walked in the muddy alley. His expensive and trim coat and elegant appearance were incompatible with the alley.
The young man stood in front of a dilapidated courtyard door with paint peeling off, pursed his thin lips, and looked up at the noble man beside him.
"Dabao and I live here."
Wang Zhaomou raised his hand and pushed his glasses gently, hearing the implication of Ji Lianhuo's words.
No more sending.
Ji Lianhuo knew very well what was inside this door.
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 are clean and shining, like an independent orchid beside a clear spring, a unique treasure in the world.
"We'll help you carry your things in." Wang Zhaomou said in a gentle voice, raising his hand to push open the dilapidated wooden door in front of him.
Ji Lianhuo subconsciously held his breath. After he didn't hear the grunts and curses coming from inside, he breathed a sigh of relief.
Ji Lianhuo walked in front, and Wang Zhaomou looked at the two dilapidated houses and the deserted yard in front of him without any disdain.
If it were his previous self, Wang Zhaomou would definitely not be able to enter the alley, but after experiencing sudden bankruptcy, being penniless, and homeless, the situation in front of him was relatively easy to see.
Ji Lianhuo opened a small door that leaked air and walked in with red ears. There was air leaking everywhere in the narrow utility room. The floor was covered with wooden boards and cotton blankets, and there was no place for anyone to sit.
Wang Zhaomou took a closer look at the house and realized that this was where the Leng family uncle and nephew lived.
"Where does your family live?" Wang Zhaomou said in a steady voice.
"The room next door." Ji Lianhuo walked sideways out of the utility room and pointed to the big house next to him with lowered eyes, "Li Daquan usually doesn't let me in."
Gambling people are superstitious. When Ji Lianhuo arrived, he was given more than a dozen rules. After all, he was living under someone else's roof, and Ji Lianhuo never violated his requirements.
Except for the time when Li Daquan stole milk powder, Ji Lianhuo couldn't bear it.
"Lianhuo?" Ji Lianhuo seemed to have heard the movement outside, and an old and feeble voice came from the room. Ji Lianhuo was startled, and saw Wang Zhaomou raising his hand to push open the door of the big room, gesturing for him to go in.
Ji Lianhuo walked into the room holding Ji Dabao and 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 smell of decay.
The old man was as skinny as a stick, his eyes were cloudy, and he seemed to be waiting for his child with his last breath.
"Grandpa... can't survive." The old man's skinny hand was unable to be placed on the back of the young man's hand. The other hand touched his arms and tremblingly took out a cloth bag.
Seeing this, Wang Zhaomou silently took out his cell phone, held it behind his back and pressed it a few times.
Ji Lianhuo opened the cloth bag and saw inside a folded old passbook and a piece of translucent jade with a lifelike coiled dragon carved on it.
"Take this money and leave with Dabao." The old man breathed a little hard, and from the corner of his eye he saw a elegant man dressed in a suit standing to the side.
"You are.…"
"I am Lian Huo's friend." Wang Zhaomou stepped forward, his tone gentle and restrained.
"Thank you, thank you." The old man tried his best to smile, "Lian Huo, he has never brought friends here before."
Wang Zhaomou looked at Ji Lianhuo. The young man's eyes were red, and he held the old man's hand tightly, as if he was trying to retain something.
"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 showing some confusion.
"There's something we haven't told you all this time." The old man struggled to support his body, as if he was reflecting back on the past, and there was a twinkle in his eye.
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