This is the longest and clearest thing Shui Jiujiu has heard him say since she was with him. For some reason, she should have been happy to see the old man getting better, but at this moment she was filled with sadness, unprecedented sadness.
Unable to suppress.
Taking the ashes solemnly, Shui Jiujiu took off the water bag from his waist, opened the lid and placed it on the old man's dry mouth. His voice was filled with tears. Even though she had never cried before, she still couldn't hold back her tears.
His eyes filled with tears, "Grandpa, I still don't know your last name? You will definitely get well and live a long life!"
Su Yin licked her dry lips and suddenly stood still. At the same time, she also saw Yan Ke following behind them.
Su Yin saw the old man waving his hands repeatedly and pushed the kettle back, "Don't dirty your water bag. My surname is Gao. People in the village call me Uncle Gao. My family lives in Gaojiagou on Baili Slope."
"It's not dirty, it's not dirty, you can drink it."
The old man did not take the water bag from her, and his thoughts seemed to have drifted back to the place that held his life.
"When I was young, there was a dry well in the village. When there was no water to drink, my parents would take us there to ask for water. Hey, guess what, within a few days, God made a disaster
Heavy rain, that was the heaviest rain in my memory..."
The old man seemed to see something that excited him. He reached out and grabbed it, smiling.
Shui Jiujiu felt a warm stream of water flowing freely on her face. When she touched it with her hand, she realized that it was raining in her eyes. It rained so hard, just like the rescue scene decades ago.
It's like the rain that wiped out the whole village.
The old man's withered hands suddenly dropped weakly, his body fell softly, and he closed his eyes forever. He looked so peaceful, with a smile hanging at the corner of his mouth. At that time, Shui Jiujiu thought, maybe
He is happy.
"Grandpa Gao, Grandpa Gao..."
A panicked confusion came over her, and she looked around helplessly, her eyes blurred by tears that were flowing faster and faster.
"If you die, you will die. Since you are so sad, why don't I give you a ride!"
Before Shui Jiujiu could wipe away her tears and see who was coming, she was picked up by a big palm and lifted off the ground. Her difficult breathing made her face turn red.
"How dare you tease me! Today is the day you die!" Yan Ke's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and his hands continued to tighten.
"Oh, people like you don't understand the meaning of life at all. You are just a murderer who seeks pleasure in endless killings. You deserve to die alone, you deserve to be alone...cough
"Ahem, cough, cough." She was restrained by big hands and was speechless. She was breathless. She wanted to survive, she wanted to live. Her desire to survive was stronger than anyone else, but she was facing the devil who regarded human life as nothing.
, she could only choose to give up and give up unwillingly.
With a "bang", dust flew up and tightly wrapped around Shui Jiujiu. She quickly inhaled the hard-won air, but the air mixed with dust was sucked into her lungs. She kept coughing, like
It means coughing out all the internal organs.
Yan Ke looked at her condescendingly, one corner of his mouth slowly raised, revealing a nice curve, "Little beggar, do you know why I suddenly don't want to kill you?"
Shui Jiujiu glared at him angrily and stood up with her fingers on the ground, "I don't think you intend to let me go. After all, everyone who has seen your true face, Yan Ke, is dead, right?"