The bullet comments in the live broadcast room went silent at first, then exploded.
"F * ck, I took a screenshot of this scene.”
"I feel that the live broadcast is so magical.”
"What the host said makes sense. It turns out that the heavens will give us a chance to live.”
"The Great Dao is fifty, and the heavens are four in nine. There's still a chance of survival.”
"Thank you, host."
"Thank you, Master Fa. I will cherish my life.”
"Could it be that this is a hint from the heavens to that grandson?”
"What? No way, if that was the case, was he really going to whack?”
"Coincidence?"
"It can't be that accurate, right? I'm a little scared.”
"How exciting. F * ck."
…
The netizens in the livestream room were watching the livestream while sending bullet comments
.
At this moment, the old couple, who had been facing Yang Lin in embarrassment, walked over.
"First... Mr. First... Mr. Second... Sigh..."
Jiao Changgui, who was full of ravines, spoke.
He held his wife as tears streamed down his face.
He wanted to say something to Yang Lin, but it eventually turned into a long sigh.
Then,
he shakily took out a tattered plastic bag from his pocket.
After slowly opening it, there was some cash inside.
There were tens and twenty-dollar bills,
but there were even more five-dollar bills, one-dollar bills,
and some wool bills.
In total, it might only be a few hundred yuan.
"Sir, I'm…I'm sorry for making you come all the way here for nothing. These…"
As he spoke, he stuffed the money over to Yang Lin.
The simplicity of the Northwest men was apparent in the old couple,
but why was their son like this?
"Why do I suddenly feel so sad?”
"Look at those notes. They're only fifty-one cents. I don't know how long they've been saving up.”
"That's right. I feel so sad. My daughter is clearly so good at earning money, but the old couple still suffer.”
"It's all that Jiao Long's fault. This bastard is so infuriating.”
"I really want to help them."
"Why are the corners of my eyes moist?”
"You're clearly living a life of chicken feathers, but you can't bear to see the suffering of the world.”
"Sigh, I'm a little sad to think of my grandfather.”
"Me too. When my grandmother was alive, she would always give me the money she saved.”
...
The friends in the live broadcast room sympathized with the old couple.
Yang Lin sighed and pushed the money back.
Looking at the tearful old man,
he suddenly felt a trace of pity.
Although Jiao Long was a little muddle-headed, it
was still a dream for the old couple.
But once Jiao Long died, the old couple would have no descendants and
would lose their only hope.
How was he going to live in the future?
Shaking his head,
Yang Lin still couldn't resist the kindness in his heart.
He decided to give Jiao Long one last chance.
"Uncle Jiao, do you believe me?"
He stared at Jiao Changgui and asked word by word.
"Yes, I do."
Jiao Changgui looked at the bills that Yang Lin pushed back and said with tears in his eyes.
"Alright, since you believe me, then listen to me…"
He paused for a moment and looked at Jiao Long in the distance before continuing,
"We can't bury people here. Let's change to another place."”
After saying that, he turned around without saying a word.
"Ah?"
The old couple looked at each other and hesitated.
In the end, Jiao Changgui bowed to Yang Lin and
walked shakily toward Jiao Long.
He then said something to Jiao Long.
However, Jiao Long's reaction was to push Jiao Changgui away and
point at Yang Lin.
Yang Lin smiled.
He had done his best.
For the kindness in his heart and
for this simple old couple, he had done his best.
He gave Jiao Long one last chance.
However…if the
heavens had sinned, he could still live. If he had sinned, he could not live.
I gave you a chance, but you couldn't grab it.
Who was to blame?
At this moment, the
wind stopped blowing.
The coffin also stopped spinning.
He was being hoisted by the excavator and slowly descended.
However, because Jiao Long's grave was a little narrow,
the excavator tried several times but
was unable to place the coffin in accurately.
"The two of you, go down and hold him.”
Jiao Long cursed. He got the two tattooed men to jump into the tomb.
They were prepared to hold the coffin slightly when it fell
so that they could adjust the angle.
The coffin was lifted up once again,
and Jiao Long also came to the excavator,
preparing to use his hands to support the coffin down.
However, at this moment, for some reason, his feet slipped and
he fell into the tomb.
"F * ck, what the hell?"
"Is it going to end like this?"
"No way, no way."
"Why is my heart pounding?”
"I feel like I don't dare to look anymore.!!!∑(?Д? The
atmosphere is so weird."
"Tactics: cover your face and peek through your fingers.”
The netizens in the live broadcast room exclaimed one after another as they stared nervously at the live broadcast screen.
But the next moment,
Jiao Long's voice sounded in the screen,
"F * ck, I'm fine. F * ck."”
"You two push me up."
"
Phew, you scared me to death. I thought it was over.”
"That's right. I'm too nervous.”
"So there's no such thing as a 'G'."
"The north is full of yellow soil, and the bottom is soft.”
"I see. I was nervous for nothing.”
"Allow me to drink some water."
…
The netizens in the live broadcast room heaved a sigh of relief and began to flood the bullet screen again.
However, at this moment, something unexpected happened.
A crisp tearing sound came from the phone screen.
Before the netizens could react,
they saw in horror that
the arm-thick hemp rope on the excavator
suddenly broke from the middle.
The coffin, which had been hanging in the air,
fell down with a bang after losing its restraints.
Then, with lightning speed, it smashed into the tomb.
In an instant, the
live broadcast room fell silent.
Li Qian stood up abruptly, her face pale.
…
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