Qi Jingsheng tried his best to break free, but he was no match for the strength of the two officials.

But at this moment, a wooden beam in the vestibule promenade was blown off, and it fell directly, splashing sparks!

The officials standing at the door quickly backed away and dodged.

That is to say, when the strength of the two officials around him was slightly slack, Qi Jingsheng directly broke free from the prison.

He rushed into the sea of ​​fire as if he wanted to die.

The officials tried to chase again, but they were deterred by the raging fire, and they couldn't go any further.

Almost at the same time, a thin, needle-like rain began to fall from the sky.

Qi Jingsheng has been blind since he was born.

But he has good hearing and memory.

Originally, he knew the route of this home like the back of the hand.

Wherever he goes is the kitchen, where he turns is the backyard, even if he is blind, he can still distinguish clearly!

But now, in the face of the raging fire around him, Qi Jingsheng has lost his sense of proportion!

What he thought was a smooth road was blocked by a burnt and collapsed shadow wall.

Qi Jingsheng fell three or four times, his clothes were ragged by the fire, and there were some scars on his arms and face.

"Grandmother! Grandmother!" After several unsuccessful attempts, Qi Jingsheng knelt on the spot and roared in a very wide voice.

From birth to the present, he has never hated himself for not being able to see like he does now!

He hates himself for being blind!

The fall of the bleak autumn rain only slowed down the trend of the fire, but the whole house was already in the midst of a monstrous fire wave.

Qi Jingsheng didn't get any response, but he didn't stop. Even if he crawled forward with his hands on his back, he kept calling his grandmother's name.

Until a certain moment, he suddenly felt a tingling in front of him.

It's like being scalded by fire!

However, he closed his eyes slightly, and the tears in the eyes were sore and hot.

But when he opened his eyes again, he found that his vision was blurred, and he could vaguely recognize the outline of the things in front of him.

Qi Jingsheng had never seen so many colors.

The red of the sea of ​​flames, the blackness of the broken walls, and the gloomy sky.

He didn't care about the joy, he stood up quickly, bypassed the obstructions on the ground, and stumbled towards the backyard!

"grandmother!"

Qi Jingsheng ignored the flames and rushed into Green Bamboo's house.

As soon as I entered, I found that the old man had collapsed at the door, with a broken beam on his body!

The fire burned her cheeks black. I wonder if she heard Qi Jingsheng's voice, Lu Zhu raised her eyes and looked at her only grandson.

"Asheng..." Lvzhu's voice was about to be burned out, and his voice was hoarse: "Run..."

After speaking, she closed her eyes.

Qi Jingsheng ran over crying, holding the truncated beam with both hands ignoring the scorching heat.

He wanted to lift it up.

However to no avail.

"Grandmother, don't die, I'm saving you, hold on for a while, and I'll take you to find Langzhong later!"

But no matter how hard he tried, the flesh on his hands was burned red by the hot broken wood, and he couldn't save his grandmother.

Qi Jingsheng's helpless wailing and crying, in such a precarious late autumn, gradually vanished with the flames.

The first time Gu Nuoer learned of this incident was in the evening.

She hurried out of the palace in a carriage and rushed outside the mansion.

Looking at the house that used to be good-looking, it has now become a coke like wasteland.

The little girl was stunned for a moment.

The officials were counting the casualties, and the surrounding neighbors were groaning and sighing.

Only Qi Jingsheng, dressed in embarrassment hugging a scarf, knelt outside the mansion.

The whole person looked very sad and silent.