Chapter 214 People in the Building Sitting and waiting for death, or just waiting for Wang Laowu to come back to life on the seventh day, is obviously an inefficient choice. This can only be regarded as a last resort at best. Ran Ran still wanted to try to solve the mystery before Wang Laowu came back, so as to comfort his family, let him put aside all those hatred and complaints, and say goodbye properly. Back at the small tin house, Yang Juan was in a coma and had not yet woken up. Even though the child did not see it with his own eyes, he obviously knew what had happened. But he didn't cry or make a fuss, nor did he grab anyone to ask where his father had gone or whether he would come back. He just opened his eyes wide and stared blankly at his mother lying on the bed. Shen Dinghai was worried that he was too frightened, so he went over and gently touched his tender back. Shen Dinghai seriously doubted that his frail body could not bear the pain of losing his father. When their eyes met, it was the child who spoke first. "Big brother, what can I do for you?"
Shen Dinghai's eyes were a little sore after hearing this, and he lowered his voice very softly, "I'm fine, I want to know if you are okay?" "At a time like this, you must be well, understand? Only if you are well, can you take good care of your mother." The child looked very calm, "I'm fine, and I'm old enough to take good care of my mother." Shen Dinghai couldn't help feeling sad when he heard Ranran say some sensible words, not to mention that this kid was even younger than Ranran. Still in this situation... He could hardly hold back the bitterness at the tip of his nose. The child's gaze slowly moved downward, and finally stared blankly at an ant on the ground that was crawling into the tin house. "Actually... I've imagined this kind of situation... Dad is gone, how is Mom going to take care of me alone, and how am I going to take care of Mom alone..." Shen Dinghai opened his eyes wide, "Imagine it? Why?" "Dad is a construction worker. The work of construction workers is very dangerous. That's why dad and other uncles and grandfathers have to wear the yellow hard hat." “People will only be willing to live in a building if it is solid and beautiful.” "But Dad and his people were the ones who lived in the building before it was built. Every day and every night, they built the building little by little." “And then they leave the building and go build the next one.” "What kind of people will live in the building after it is completed is a very distant thing for Dad and his family, just like the clouds in the sky." The child raised his eyes and met Shen Dinghai's eyes. “Dad sometimes regrets that they built the building but it doesn’t belong to them.” "He also once told me that to be successful is to live in a building like this. In his heart, he hoped very much that I could live in a building like this in the future." Shen Dinghai was speechless. The fruits of the workers' labor did not belong to the workers. Even the descendants of the workers have to work very hard to get closer to those prosperous buildings.
The child said something that made Shen Dinghai tremble without any malicious intent. "Brother, the building you live in was built by Dad and his friends with danger and disappointment." The cold wind blew across Shen Dinghai's back, and before he knew it, he was sweating all over. Children are still very young and do not understand the true meaning of unfairness. Therefore, what they say often best reflects unfairness. "Sometimes when I see my father applying cement on the roof, I can't help but think..." "How could he be disappointed when he was at such a high place? Such a high place is dangerous in itself. If he was still disappointed and unhappy staying there..." "Are you really not tempted to jump off from it?" The child's black and white eyes seem to reflect everything in the world. Shen Dinghai was speechless. He couldn't say anything, whether to comfort, feel guilty or helpless. "That's right, so I imagined it." The child sat back down on the plastic chair, returning to his original position, staring blankly at his mother. After a while, Yang Juan, who was lying on the bed, slowly opened her eyes. She seemed not to have recovered from the previous blow, and just looked ahead with lifeless eyes. "Mom! You're awake!" When the child saw his mother wake up, he immediately turned back into a child again and was so excited that he almost cried. Yang Juan seemed to react and reached out to hug the child, "Mom is here, don't be afraid." Outsiders should not disturb the communication between mother and child. Ranran and Shen Dinghai immediately retreated and closed the door. Suppressed crying sounds came from the room, making people want to cry. Ning Wu was indeed following not far away as he said. At this moment, he was standing outside the tin house. When he saw Ran Ran come out, he still had an inappropriate smile on his face. Shen Dinghai's good impression of him suddenly shattered. "Laugh, laugh, laugh! Is that all you know how to do?! You can still laugh now after something like this happens! I haven't settled the score with you for those weird things you said to my cousin before!" "Please explain to me what 'something bad really happened' means. What is your connection with Wang Laowu's death?!" Shen Dinghai was furious, as if if Ning Wu didn't answer him properly, he would tear him to pieces like an angry beast. In response to this, Ning Wu still smiled. "First of all, I laugh not because I only know how to laugh, but because I am born to like laughing. Secondly, I can laugh no matter what happens, let alone something like this that has nothing to do with me." "The reason why I said that was because I felt that the situation at that time was very consistent with the little girl's magical sixth sense, so I spoke out of my heart." "I don't know if my explanation can satisfy you. Finally..." "I have nothing to do with Wang Laowu's death. That's all I have to say~" Ning Wu finished speaking gently and began to stare at Ran Ran with his smiling eyes. This scene made Shen Dinghai furious.
A long, swaying "creak" sound was heard, and the thin iron door was opened from the inside. Yang Juan, with red eyes, appeared in front of everyone holding the child with tear-stained face. With a plop, Yang Juan fell to her knees. "My dear gentlemen, I beg you to seek justice for Lao Wu." She stopped crying, but her eyes were full of sadness. Shen Dinghai hurried over and tried to help the man up. But Yang Juan just knelt on the ground expressionlessly and stubbornly, "If you don't agree, I won't get up." There was a moment of silence. Yang Juan's voice was trembling. "I know it's not good to embarrass you like this... but I have no choice. I beg you to let Lao Wu die with understanding." Ran Ran said softly: "Whether you say it or not, we will find out the truth of the matter. Please get up quickly. We can't bear it." These words served as a guarantee from Ranran and the others. There was no need for Shen Dinghai to take action, and Yang Juan relaxed her resistance. She slowly stood up from the ground like a zombie. Ranran's voice was very soft, so soft that it seemed like it would be blown away by the wind. "Please don't do that again. We are already very grateful that you don't blame us. If it weren't for us... Uncle Wang might not have..." Yang Juan's body trembled and she almost lost her balance. She reached out to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes. She, who had always been reserved and introverted, seemed to have suddenly become a different person. His eyes were firm and calm. In comparison, her voice was still as soft and gentle as before. "The person is gone. The one who is wrong is the one who killed him. You are not wrong."