Infinitely Criticizing the Villain for Being Like My Ex-Boyfriend

Zhang Chunliang returned to his familiar world of thinking.

It was a busy farming scene in the ditch. The villagers were sweating profusely, pulling off plump corns and shouting loudly, asking people to load them onto the trucks.

The old and shriveled Qiu Ping, wearing a tattered hurdle vest and with messy hair, sat on the edge of the field, looking at the people working busily and smiling silently.

Zhang Chunliang staggered to the edge of the field and sat down next to Qiu Ping.

"You're here?" Qiu Ping's voice was very old, but it sounded gentle and calm, not as domineering as he was when he was young.

"When do you plan to leave here?" Zhang Chunliang asked as he accompanied him to watch the villagers harvesting in autumn, and asked casually.

"No, I left something here."

Zhang Chunliang turned his head in confusion and looked at him silently.

"You know what?" Tears flowed from Qiu Ping's cloudy eyes, flowing down the deep grooves on his face and into his neck. "I have hated Brother Aiyong for my entire life."

This hatred supported him as he continued to climb higher, as if the higher he climbed, the more he could despise those bad people who had betrayed and humiliated him.

"Later, I spent many nights thinking over and over again why Brother Aiyong burned my parents' letter. That was my only life. I learned later that on the day I left with the letter, some villagers were afraid that I would go to the higher authorities to complain, so they followed me all the way. It was only after Brother Aiyong burned the letter in front of them that they were willing to spare my life." Qiu Ping picked up a stone and threw it hard at the villagers who were passing by in the distance.

"When did you know that the person who killed your parents was not Xu Aiyong?"

"I sent all those old beasts who beat my parents to death to jail. The lightest sentence was 10 years." Qiu Ping still feels happy when he recalls those scenes. "I read their confessions over and over again for three months, but they only mentioned Xu Guifen's betrayal. No one mentioned Xu Aiyong. I interrogated them over and over again, using all the tricks I learned in my life, but no one mentioned him."

"...It turns out that I wrongly blamed him." Qiu Ping cried so hard that his voice was choked and unclear. "But at that time, Brother Aiyong had been dead for three years."

Zhang Chunliang suddenly felt a deep sense of powerlessness. This was probably the nightmare that haunted Xiaoping throughout his life.

"Afterwards, I started to raise Bu Yi until he grew up." Qiu Ping smiled. "Do you think the name I gave him is good? Bu Yi, Bu Yi... But how can a person really be without doubt throughout his life?"

The villagers who were harvesting in autumn finished a day's farm work and returned home.

They broke the discarded straw that was about to be burned as fertilizer and stacked it neatly next to the cornfield. The bulging points looked like silent graves.

"I wanted to do everything I could to be good to him. I gave him the best resources and the most favorable environment. But I found out," Qiu Ping coughed twice, with some embarrassing veins bulging on his forehead, "I found out that he couldn't laugh."

Zhang Chunliang slowly sat up and looked at Qiu Ping in surprise.

Can't laugh? Are they the same Xu Er?

The dim sunset glow over the creek was reflected in Qiu Ping's cloudy eyes, and he recalled what Xu Buyi had said to him that day.

"Uncle, it's so boring." Xu Buyi's dark eyes were dim and his tone was casual and boring. "Life is so boring."

That day, it seemed like a polite notice.

Xu Er committed suicide.

He tried speeding, slitting his wrists, taking sleeping pills, and even drowning himself in the bathtub.

Trying it again and again, without getting tired of it.

It was as if death was the most interesting game he had ever played in his life.

"But I can't let him die." Qiu Ping's tone was tired and numb. "I've already let his father down. I've ruined his life. I can't let him lose his life again."

He begged Xu Buyi countless times in pain not to die and tried to save him.

"Uncle, we will all have this day, but I'm a little tired of this kind of life now and want to get off early." Xu Er stared at him, but it seemed that nothing could enter his eyes, "Uncle, forgive yourself."

"Buyi, how can I save you?" Qiu Ping was in tears, his throat was terribly hoarse, and he asked urgently with trembling lips.

"Ah, save me." Xu Er seemed to recall something interesting. "In my entire life, it seems that the only interesting thing I had was when I was in the ditch. Uncle, will you save me?"

The small ditch is the place that Qiu Ping fears the most in his life. Is he really willing to go back for Xu Er?

"We went back." Qiu Ping's tone was calm, but with a hint of trembling, "But Bu Yi did not keep his promise - he jumped into the river."

Xu Er, who was rescued again, suddenly had a wonderful idea.

"Uncle, the ditch now is too different from before. It's not interesting at all." Xu Er smiled happily for the first time. "It would be great if we could find a way to make the ditch in your memory reappear."

Hearing this, Zhang Chunliang was instantly horrified and looked at Qiu Ping in disbelief.