Qu Hao heard a cry coming from next door, the voice was not very loud, it was a female voice with a high frequency, which was a little harsh, making it difficult for him to fall asleep again. Qu Hao was very helpless, thinking that something difficult was happening next door. Qu Hao didn't want to care about other people's affairs, and his own affairs were still difficult, so he pulled the quilt over his head to reduce the stimulation of the sound next door to his ears.

After a while, I heard someone knocking loudly on the door of the next room, and a man knocked on the door and scolded: "What are you crying about at night?" If you want to die, go outside and die, don't die in the Lao Tzu Inn. "Apparently the innkeeper is scolding the guest.

The crying next door immediately stopped. However, the boss's knocking on the door did not stop, and the boss insisted on opening the door next door.

At this time, a little girl's voice came from next door: "Boss, I'm sorry, I won't cry anymore." ”

"No, you have to move out now, I don't allow you to live in it anymore, and I will refund you this month's house money." The owner said outside.

"Boss, I'm really sorry, I won't cry anymore, please don't drive us away." The little girl begged for mercy in a low voice.

But the innkeeper didn't give up, and still knocked, which made Qu Hao so annoyed that he had to open his door and say to the boss; "Boss, it's so late, is there anything to talk about tomorrow? How can I sleep like this? ”

The boss saw that he had disturbed the other guests, so he had to give up and leave the room swearing.

Early the next morning, the crying from next door came out again, but fortunately, at this time, Qu Hao was almost asleep, and he packed up and prepared to leave. Suddenly, I heard the innkeeper knocking on the door very frantically next door, and then shouted loudly, telling the people next door to get out of the house quickly, and Qu Hao felt frightened when he heard it.

After a while, I heard the sound of the door next door being broken, and then the sound of things being thrown into the hallway outside the door and swearing.

Qu Hao opened the door and walked out, ready to leave. Then he saw that a teenage girl had been pushed out and was standing there with her face covered and crying, and her luggage was thrown to the ground, and then the innkeeper and another man carried out a person wrapped in a sheet as well, threw it in the hallway, closed the door and left.

Qu Hao couldn't stand it anymore, it was too bullying, and he said loudly to the innkeeper: "Boss, you're too unreasonable to do this, right?" Why are you driving people away like this? How do you get a little girl? ”

"You are reasonable, you are in charge, a person who is dying, relying on our inn, in case of death in the room, how can I still do business?" The innkeeper shouted.

Qu Hao looked at the person wrapped in a sheet again, it was an old man with gray hair and beard, and he was surprised when he looked closely, this old man was actually Mr. Zibo. Looking at the little girl again, it was Ziyan.

Qu Hao took a closer look at Yan, and he only talked to Mr. Zibo in Shucheng that day, and he didn't look at her much. At this time, Ziyan looked thirteen or fourteen years old, although she was dressed plainly, she had the demeanor of a lady, and her sad face was handsome and exquisite.

"Miss Ziyan, why are you?" Qu Hao asked.

Zi Yan was obviously also surprised, and said to Qu Hao, "Why are you?" Brother Qu Hao. ”

Qu Hao hurriedly said to the little girl: "Miss Ziyan, you pack up your things, and I'll take you out to find another place." ”

Zi Yan nodded tearfully, squatted on the ground and began to clean up, after cleaning up, Qu Hao carried this Mr. Zi Bo to the outside of the inn, and Zi Yan walked out with a cloth bag.

"Miss Ziyan, Mr. Zibo is your grandfather?" Qu Hao asked.

Ziyan nodded, with tears in her eyes.

"Your grandfather was fine when I broke up with you that day, why is this all of a sudden?" Qu Hao asked Ziyan.

"Soon after breaking up with you, grandpa suffered from a cold and coughed, and he didn't care much at first, but he fell ill and couldn't get out of bed after only a few days, and the people who hired grandpa to teach saw that grandpa was so sick, and ruthlessly drove our grandfather out." Zi Yan said sadly.

"What about your parents?" Qu Hao asked.

"They're dead." Ziyan replied.

Qu Hao was a little sad to hear that her parents had died, such a little girl who needed to be taken care of by others, but she had to take care of the elderly.

"Has Mr. Zibo seen a doctor when he is sick?" Qu Hao asked.

"I've seen it, but I'm getting sicker after taking the medicine," Ziyan said.

Qu Hao carried Mr. Zibo on his back, searched along the road, and finally found a diagnosis and treatment shop with an open door. At this time, Mr. Zibo was already dying of breath and couldn't speak, he opened his eyes from time to time, trying to communicate with the people around him with his eyes, and when he looked at Qu Hao, his eyes were shining with tears of excitement.

After the doctor gave Mr. Zibo a pulse, he said to Qu Hao: "This old man sent it too late, now the pulse is weak, only the air is out but not the intake, and the decoction will not be poured in, the time is running out, hurry up and go home." ”

At this time, Zi Yan took out a small bag from her arms, opened it and poured out the contents inside, and Qu Hao saw that it was a few copper coins. Qu Hao took the copper coin and the bag, still put it in the cloth bag and handed it to the little girl, and then paid the medical fee for Mr. Zibo.

Qu Hao was helpless, so he picked up Mr. Zibo again, and asked after going out, "Ziyan, where is your home?" ”

"I don't have a home anymore." Zi Yan said sadly.

"Is your hometown here?" Qu Hao thought to himself that although Mr. Zibo had no home, he should always return to his roots.

"Our hometown is in Yingdu, and we only came here a few years ago." Ziyan replied.

"Then do you have any relatives and friends in Shucheng?" Qu Hao asked again.

"No, my grandfather is a private school teacher, and he teaches a few children from large families to read and write here, and he was kicked out because of his poor health." Ziyan said again.

Qu Hao thought: It turns out that he is a homeless person like me. But what now? The inn will definitely not let the three of them in.

At this time, Mr. Zibo, who had been speechless, suddenly raised his right hand with great effort and pointed forward. Qu Hao understood that he was showing him the way at that time. Qu Hao then walked in the direction pointed out by Mr. Zibo, and when he reached the intersection, Mr. Zibo stretched out his hand to point him in the direction he was going, and finally walked to a remote hill.

Mr. Zibo motioned to Qu Hao to let him down, and Qu Hao put him on the grass, and Mr. Zibo gasped while pointing to a big stone in front of him, signaling Qu Hao to move the stone away.

Qu Hao moved the stone away according to his wishes, only to see a hole under the stone, Qu Hao reached in and touched it, took out a cloth bag, opened it and saw that it was a beautiful Hetian jade wall, and a scroll of slips engraved with words, Qu Hao then handed the jade and slips to Mr. Zibo.

After Mr. Zibo took it, he took a look, sighed, and handed the jade bi and the scroll back to Qu Hao, then pointed to a clearing in front of him, and put his two hands together to make the shape of a mound, signaling that he would be buried here.

After Mr. Zibo finished explaining the aftermath, he stretched out one hand to hold Zi Yan's hand, and the other hand pulled Qu Hao's hand over, and put Zi Yan's hand on Qu Hao's hand.