Siheyuan: Kill Jia Dongxu at the beginning and kill the deaf old lady

Yan Bugui was still lying on the ground, tears in his eyes.

His body was already weak, but the pain in his heart was worse than hunger.

I can no longer change the fate of this family and can only struggle to survive in this endless predicament.

As the night deepened, the cold wind blew in through the shabby windows, making the house seem especially cold.

Yan Jiefang looked at his father and son, his heart filled with endless sorrow and helplessness.

The days ahead will still be difficult, but he can only grit his teeth and persevere. For the sake of this family, for his father and son, he must hold on.

"We will definitely get through this..." Yan Jiefang whispered to himself, with a glimmer of determination in his eyes.

No matter how difficult it is, they must persevere because it is their only hope.

The winter wind was getting colder and colder, and the abandoned house was particularly cold.

Yan Bugui's body became increasingly weak. He lay on the ground, breathing rapidly and his face pale.

Yan Jiefang and Yan Jiecheng stood aside, their eyes full of anxiety and helplessness.

They knew that Yan Bugui's body had reached its limit and hunger and cold had brought him to the end of his life.

"Dad, you must hold on!" Yan Jiefang held Yan Bugui's hand, his voice filled with pleading and reluctance.

Yan Bugui opened his eyes slightly, revealing a hint of pain and helplessness.

The voice was so weak that it was almost inaudible: "Liberation, liberation... I'm afraid... I can't hold on any longer..."

Yan Jiecheng stood aside, with tears in his eyes.

Although he usually acts cool and cold, he can't hide his inner sadness at this moment.

Kneeling on the ground, she gently stroked her grandfather's hand: "Grandpa, you have to hold on, we will definitely find a way."

Yan Bugui shook his head slightly, with a bitter smile on his face: "Children...you must take good care of yourselves...I am sorry for you in this life..."

Yan Jiefang couldn't hold back the tears in his eyes. He held Yan Bugui's hand tightly and said, "Dad, don't say such things... We will find a way to save you..."

Yan Bugui's breathing became weaker and weaker, and he knew that he didn't have much time left.

Using the last bit of his strength, he held Yan Jiefang's hand, his eyes filled with reluctance and love: "Jiefang... Jiecheng... you must support each other... don't let hunger and cold... destroy our home..."

After saying these words, Yan Bugui's eyes gradually lost their luster, and his hands dropped weakly.

Yan Jiefang and Yan Jiecheng knelt on the ground with tears in their eyes. They knew that Yan Bugui was gone.

"Dad!" Yan Jiefang cried out in pain, his heart filled with endless grief and helplessness.

Although Yan Jiecheng usually behaves coldly, he couldn't help but burst into tears at this moment.

Without Yan Bugui, their lives would become more difficult, but they had to persevere because this was Yan Bugui's last wish before his death.

As the night deepens, the cold wind still howls.

Yan Jiefang and Yan Jiecheng knelt on the ground, tears streaming down their faces.

The days ahead will still be difficult, but they must hold on, for Yan Bugui's instructions and for themselves.

"Jiecheng, we must persevere and not let anyone down." Yan Jiefang wiped away his tears, a trace of determination flashing in his eyes.

No matter how difficult it is, they must hold on because it is their only hope.

Yan Jiecheng nodded. Although his eyes were still full of sadness, he knew that he had to be strong.

They supported each other and stood up, then placed Yan Bugui's body in a corner of the room and simply covered it with worn-out clothes.

The road ahead will still be difficult, but they must keep going because this was Yan Bugui's last wish before his death.

"Let's go and find some food." Yan Jiefang patted Yan Jiecheng's shoulder, his eyes full of determination.

They must leave this cold house and look for hope of survival.

Yan Jiecheng nodded and followed Yan Jiefang out of the abandoned house.

The cold wind was still howling, but their hearts were filled with determination and hope.

The road ahead will still be difficult, but they must keep going because this was Yan Bugui's last wish before his death.

In the darkness of the night, the figures of Yan Jiefang and Yan Jiecheng gradually moved away. They walked forward in the cold wind, looking for hope of survival.

Although they lost Yan Bugui, they still firmly believed that as long as they supported each other, they would be able to get out of the predicament and usher in new hope.

Yan Jiefang and Yan Jiecheng walked cautiously on the deserted streets.

The wind was biting cold, and they were wrapped tightly in tattered clothes with only one goal in mind: to find food.

However, hunger and cold were only some of the threats they faced.

Suddenly, a low roar was heard, breaking the silence of the night.

Yan Jiecheng and Yan Jiefang immediately stopped and looked around vigilantly.

Not far ahead, several pairs of eyes flashing green light appeared in the darkness.

"Wild dog!" Yan Jiefang said in a low voice, with a hint of nervousness in his voice.

The wild dogs slowly approached, growling continuously. They were obviously extremely hungry, and their eyes were full of ferocity.

Yan Jiecheng held his brother's hand tightly, his heart beating faster and sweat dripping down his forehead.

These wild dogs are not just a threat, they are hungry companions.

"What should we do?" Yan Jiecheng asked in a low voice, with a hint of fear in his voice.

Yan Jiefang took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

You can't run because that will only anger the wild dogs and make them more aggressive.

We must find a way to scare away these wild dogs, but we have no weapons at hand and can only rely on ourselves.

"Back off slowly and don't provoke them." Yan Jiefang whispered, while using his body to block his brother and trying to appear calm.

He slowly retreated step by step, his eyes fixed on the wild dog in front of him.

The wild dogs also followed them, getting closer and closer.

Yan Jiecheng felt his legs beginning to go weak, but he knew he could not show weakness at this moment and had to listen to his brother.

Suddenly, a wild dog pounced forward. Yan Jiefang reacted quickly and kicked the wild dog hard. Although he missed, he successfully stopped it from attacking.

Seeing this, the other wild dogs seemed to hesitate, growling and not daring to move forward rashly.

"Don't be afraid, we can definitely handle it." Yan Jiefang encouraged his brother, while quickly scanning the surroundings for possible weapons.

The abandoned area they were in was full of debris and there were many discarded wooden boards and iron bars.

Yan Jiefang quickly grabbed a half-broken wooden stick and held it in his hand, trying to intimidate the wild dog.

"Jiecheng, find a stick to protect yourself." Yan Jiefang said in a low voice with a firm tone.

Yan Jiecheng also acted quickly, picked up an iron rod and held it tightly in his hand.

They stood together, waving sticks in their hands, trying to scare away the wild dogs.

When the wild dogs saw the stick, they were indeed a little frightened and began to retreat.

Just then, a larger wild dog appeared behind the team, seemingly their leader.