Seeing this, Wang Zhaomou quickly took off his coat, folded them together, and asked the old man to lean on him.
The old man glanced at Wang Zhaomou gratefully, then turned to look at his grandson, his tone showing some seriousness.
"Lian Huo, you and your brother are not my daughter's biological children."
Ji Lianhuo froze on the spot, his eyes full of disbelief.
"My daughter had a serious illness when she was young and was unable to have children. Sixteen years ago, she and I saw you and your brother on the way to the city. At that time, your brother's forehead was covered with blood, and he didn't say anything. You were still young, and you were held tightly by your brother. "
The old man smiled and couldn't help but cough 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 hugged 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 in their necks." The old man tremblingly picked up the jade and put it into Ji Lianhuo's hand. This single action seemed to have consumed all his strength.
"Your brother's piece, I buried it with your brother... You have to keep this piece well. From now on, from now on..."
The old man's eyes lost their luster little by little, and he wanted to say something, but all his words disappeared in his chest, and his withered hands slowly relaxed and dropped to the side.
"Grandpa..." The young man's lips trembled a little and he tried 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.
"Lao Qi." Wang Zhaomou put his hand on the young man's head and told him not to look at it.
Lao Qi put down the things in his hands and immediately stepped forward to let the old man lie down. He originally 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 young man's body was trembling, like a cub standing in the cold wind. Wang Zhaomou lowered his eyes and saw Ji Dabao wiping his tears with his little hands.
"Don't be afraid." Wang Zhaomou patted the young man's back twice, and felt the head in his arms shake.
"I'm not afraid." The young man's voice was hoarse, revealing a bit of despair, "I've... seen it many times."
Wang Zhaomou responded with a low "Yes" and his eyes moved slightly.
With a "crunch", the shabby courtyard door was pushed open, and a strong man walked in, wearing a greasy black cotton coat and smelling of alcohol.
"Ouch?" When the strong man saw the people in the room, a malicious smile appeared on his face. He walked into the room with quick steps. He looked at the young man and couldn't help laughing.
"You can do it, and you even brought the big boss here!"
"Grandpa is gone." Ji Lianhuo stood up and faced Li Daquan, subconsciously blocking Wang Zhaomou behind him.
"Bah! I just said you are a disaster!" Li Daquan glanced at the bed and cursed, "You are really a plague. You have killed your parents without telling me, and also killed your brother and sister-in-law. Now my father. I'll also be killed by you!"
Ji Lianhuo opened his mouth, his eyes were full of pain, and he was speechless for a moment.
Li Daquan rolled his eyes at Ji Lianhuo, and suddenly saw something on the bed. When he took a closer look, it seemed to be a bankbook.
"Hey! The bank book will come in handy now!" Li Daquan couldn't hide his smile and went to get the passbook. Wang Zhaomou noticed Li Daquan's action, took the passbook one step ahead, and placed it in Ji Lianhuo's hand.
"My father left this to me!" Li Daquan glared, "You are stealing the money!"
"This is what the old man left for Ji Lianhuo." Wang Zhaomou took out his mobile phone and raised his hand to adjust his glasses, "I have a recording."
Wang Zhaomou pressed the play button, and an old voice came from inside.
"Take this money and leave with Dabao."
Li Daquan's expression changed again and again. He never expected that the other party would have such a trick.
"This eccentric thing..." Li Daquan was furious. He looked at Ji Lianhuo, turned his eyes, and then looked at Wang Zhaomou next to him.
"I understand, you are really good at deceiving people." Li Daquan pointed at Ji Lianhuo and smiledild evilly at Wang Zhaomou.
"Do you know what this is? Do you have no eyesight? Are you not afraid of being killed by the disaster star?"
Wang Zhaomou's expression remained as usual, "I don't believe this."
"Your taste is really strange. Why do you like it like this?" Li Daquan looked Wang Zhaomou up and down, "You look polite on the outside, but you are very wild on the inside. Do your parents play like this too? Are you..."
Before Li Daquan finished speaking, Ji Lianhuo rushed forward and punched the bridge of his nose.
Just when Li Daquan opened his mouth to attack Wang Zhaomou, Ji Dabao was put on the bed by Ji Lianhuo. Then he rushed forward and showed his fists without saying a word. The beating made Li Daquan stunned, and he stumbled back a few steps. The next moment, He was pushed to the ground by the young man and received one punch after another in the face.
The boy was like a wolf that had broken free from its chains, with unruly wildness, dark eyes, and punching with all his strength. At first, Li Daquan could still struggle a few times due to his size, but within two minutes, his nose started to bleed. He was knocked unconscious by being smashed alive.
"Lian Huo." Wang Zhaomou leaned down and held the young man's arm with one hand.
"Don't get your hands dirty."
Ji Lianhuo turned his head, with a few spots of blood spattered on his face. His aggressive eyes looked at the person in front of him, settling down little by little, becoming clear and sad.
Wang Zhaomou picked up the young man and took him into his arms.
After opening the certificate, the people at the funeral home took the old man away. Ji Dabao sat obediently on the bed and waved his little hand to the old man one last time.
"Brother Zhaomou." The young man choked and raised his head, his dark eyes filled with hazy helplessness, like a puppy abandoned by its owner.
"I don't have a home anymore." The young man's voice was hoarse, and his eyes followed the man in front of him closely, trying his best to control himself and not shed tears.
"Woo." Ji Dabao whimpered 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 slowly spoke.
"Do you want to come with me?"
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