"Jia Dongxu?"

The familiar name awakened memories in Jia Zhangshi's heart.

She stared blankly at the man in front of her, who was almost unrecognizable, her lips pursed, and suddenly shouted angrily.

"fart!

You are not Dongxu at all.

My Dongxu is doing just fine outside, how could he have fallen to this state?

You liar, how dare you trick me!

I'm telling you, my son will definitely come back one day, and then we'll see how he deals with you!

Jia Zhangshi did not believe the man's words at all, or rather, she did not want to believe them.

Her son was Jia Zhangshi's last hope for a comeback and her constant source of emotional support.

If her son becomes a beggar, how can she be saved, how can she be brought back to the hospital?

She absolutely cannot admit it.

no way!

"Mom, it really is me, Jia Dongxu."

Take another look.

I listened to that bitch back then…

With tears in his eyes, Jia Dongxu forcefully brushed aside his disheveled hair and began to reminisce about the past.

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However, Jia Zhangshi had already lost her mind and was unwilling to listen any further.

"Hit him, hit him, he's a liar."

He's here to cause trouble!

With a furious shout from Jia Zhangshi, the beggars beside her began to beat Jia Dongxu hard with their sticks.

Regardless of Jia Dongxu's identity, it's true that his shouting made everyone uneasy.

The beggars all hoped to get rid of him as soon as possible so they could lie down and rest.

"what."

Jia Dongxu covered his head with both hands to protect his vitals, and retreated step by step under the attack of the sticks.

Finally, unable to bear it any longer, he turned and ran away.

The beggars were exhausted from a long day and were about to eat and rest. They didn't want to move around much, so they didn't chase after them.

Jia Dongxu managed to escape and survive.

They hadn't run far when suddenly a muffled thunderclap boomed in the sky, dark clouds covered the sky, and silver snakes slithered overhead.

Walking down the street with nowhere to hide, Jia Dongxu's face was ashen, and his heart was filled with desolation.

I never imagined that after being away for more than two years, even my mother wouldn't recognize me.

Jia Dongxu fell into utter despair and began to doubt who he really was.

Is he really Jia Dongxu?

Now even Heaven seems to be making things difficult for him.

This is fate, it seems.

Not long after, a torrential downpour began.

Large raindrops relentlessly pelted Jia Dongxu, stinging his skin and making it impossible for him to open his eyes.

This time, Jia Dongxu did not run away. Instead, he raised his head, opened his arms, and laughed wildly in the pouring rain.

Great sorrow leaves no tears.

After experiencing so many setbacks, he was truly desperate.

Now I am all alone, without any ties, without anyone to rely on, without joy or sorrow.

Human endurance has its limits. No matter how much Jia Dongxu struggled, his already weak body could not withstand the erosion of the heavy rain.

He didn't last long in the rain before collapsing to the ground and falling into a deep sleep.

Chapter 118 The Death of Jia Dongxu

Jia Dongxu died; he died on the street.

The body was discovered in the morning. After several inquiries, no relatives were found, and the body was moved to a mass grave outside the city for burial.

Perhaps out of guilt, she dared not face Jia Dongxu's corpse.

After everyone had buried the body, Yi Zhonghai, who was following behind, took out incense, candles, and paper money to pay his respects.

"Dongxu, don't blame your master."

It's just bad luck on your part.

He insisted on abandoning us and running off with that bad woman.

Now that you've lost your life, it's all your own doing, it has nothing to do with me.

In my next life, I'll study hard and never do anything reckless again.

Yi Zhonghai kept muttering as he burned paper money.

Yi Zhonghai is Jia Dongxu's mentor.

Jia Dongxu's plight is inextricably linked to his failure to save someone in distress.

Yi Zhonghai came to pay his respects in an attempt to alleviate his guilt.

Of course, even if he had known beforehand that such a tragedy would occur, Yi Zhonghai would still have made the same choice.

His own interests were paramount; as for whether Jia Dongxu lived or died, Yi Zhonghai didn't care.

At worst, I'll just come over every year and burn some paper money for him.

After the paper money burned out, Yi Zhonghai extinguished the flame.

Looking around and seeing no one else, he quickly left.

Thus, the Jia family's last hope was shattered.

Yi Zhonghai can finally rest easy.

The neighbors in the courtyard all breathed a sigh of relief after learning about this.

Everyone tacitly ignored everything related to the Jia family.

Life must go on.

After a while, when everyone has completely forgotten about Jia Dongxu, this matter will be completely over.

No one can find fault with it.

……

"Dad, is that person really not Brother Xudong?"

If anyone in the courtyard still cares about Jia Dongxu's life or death, it must be He Yuzhu.

It's not that the two of them have a particularly good relationship.

He Yuzhu is just a pushover at times.

He wants to care about anyone he knows or is close to.

There is no evidence to prove that he is.

He Daqing lowered his head, his gaze deep and his expression inscrutable.

Jia Dongxu's death was sudden and beyond He Daqing's expectations.

The neighbors in the courtyard were also caught off guard by Jia Xudong's death.

They just wanted to drive Jia Dongxu out so that his life wouldn't be disrupted.

I never intended to take anyone's life.

"But there is also no evidence to prove that he is not."

He Yuzhu silently added a sentence.

Jia Dongxu's death had a significant impact on He Yuzhu.

The last time He Yuzhu saw someone he knew die a violent death was his mother.

Thinking of Jia Dongxu brings back some unpleasant memories.

"That man saw Jia Zhangshi before he died."

Both Jia Zhangshi and others said he wasn't Jia Dongxu, so I suppose he probably isn't.

He Daqing offered words of comfort.

Even Jia Zhangshi couldn't recognize her, so it's understandable that the neighbors wouldn't either.

This is indeed a good excuse to comfort oneself.

Besides, even Jia Zhangshi doesn't care, so why should the neighbors interfere?

"But...but..."

He Yuzhu hesitated, but ultimately didn't say anything.

The person is dead; arguing about these things is pointless.

Even if He Yuzhu can prove the other party's identity, so what?

It will only cause more trouble and will have no other result.

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