Quick Wear: I, who played the supporting actor, got stuck with the protagonist

The sudden fire kept the people of Shengshen Village awake almost all night. In order to prevent their homes from being affected, they tried their best.

When the raging flames died down, the entire yard had been burned to ashes within the visible range.

They stepped over the crumbling door frame and dug out two charred bodies. One was Wang Dazhi's. His face was so bad that he looked unrecognizable.

The other one is Ali's.

It's strange to say, although both were burned to death, Ali's body was particularly intact, just a little darker and she had stopped breathing.

After something like this happened, the village chief had to come and take a look. After the skinny old man casually glanced at the scene, he concluded that it was an accident.

"Everyone, go away. It's just a fire in the stove. Nothing to see."

"It was just an accident."

After the village chief with a cane left, the others pounded their waists and legs, complaining.

"What a sin! How can a fire break out while I'm cooking? I had to run back and forth all night, and I'm exhausted."

"A fire broke out in the middle of the night for no reason. Who knows what happened? Usually, his house is always noisy at night! Maybe Wang Dazhi did something wrong and that's why this disaster happened!"

"Pfft, pfft, pfft, just think about it, don't say anything, there is a god above you!"

As they were talking, they talked about Ali again.

"It's a pity for Ali. She died before her son was born."

"Look at what you said, as if she can give birth to a son if she is alive. Everyone knows that Ali can only give birth to a daughter?"

After saying this, the man sighed.

"Woman..."

Some of the women present were dissatisfied.

"What's the matter? Ali can't give birth to a son because she is incompetent. Who are you mocking?"

"That's right, it's her business if she can't give birth, it doesn't mean that other women like us can't!"

Those who can speak up when the men are talking are those who have given birth to one or two sons - 'giving birth to a son', that is their confidence.

Those girls and women who were not pregnant and those who had not gotten pregnant for a year or even two years were all very quiet.

They stood behind their respective men, like accessories, accepting the men's scrutinizing and evaluating gazes from time to time, and nodding and smiling obediently when they somehow started to compare whose woman was more obedient.

The men thought they had put in a lot of effort in putting out the fire, so the work of searching and cleaning the inside was left to the women.

——They were the first to discover the body.

They found Ali at the corner, with the remains of a lighter in her hand.

The women remained silent. After an unknown amount of time, an impatient shout from someone outside brought them back to their senses.

A woman bent down and closed Ali's eyes.

A woman squatted down and took the remains from Ali's hand.

A woman took off her coat and put it on Ali.

They didn't communicate at all, but they understood each other like one.

Ultimately, the fire was defined as an accident.

"I don't believe this was an accident."

Wang Ping bit the unlit cigarette in his mouth and stared at the boy who was smiling quietly.

"What did you do again?"

"What exactly do you want to do?"

Without further ado, Wang Ping found Lin Qingle early in the morning, and intuitively felt that he was responsible.

"I didn't do it." Lin Qingle lowered her eyes in disappointment, "Uncle Wang, don't you believe me?"

"..."

If it was the previous Lin Qingle, Wang Ping would stand by him without hesitation, but now...

The man's silence said it all. Lin Qingle, who noticed this, was not surprised... nor did she care.

Fingertips flicked under sleeves.

"You should trust your sister more." Without waiting for Wang Ping to answer, he added, "It's a pity...my sister doesn't remember."

His eyebrows were curved.

"The only people who remember what happened back then are you and me."

……

The two parted unhappily.

No, perhaps it was Wang Ping who was unilaterally unable to do anything to Lin Qingle. He felt that he owed the brother and sister a lot. Perhaps everything had been a mess since he met the child on that snowy night.

The winter six years ago was extremely cold. You could see the shape of your breath. The icicles under the eaves sparkled coldly, and the snow dyed everything on the earth a vast white.

"dong dong dong"

The longer the night, the more dreams one has. This became a true portrayal. Wang Ping, who was half asleep and half awake, was awakened by a rapid knock on the door. He subconsciously loosened his hand that was holding the iron bar beside the kang when he heard a familiar low shout.

He opened the door in his slippers, quickly pulled the shivering boy in, and wrapped him in a quilt.

"Why aren't you sleeping so late? Do you have something to ask your uncle?"

Wang Ping, who has never married and has children, loves children the most. Whenever he sees children, he always takes out candies and snacks from his pocket to share with them. As a result, there is no child in the village who doesn't like him.

But the rarest one is still the boy from the Lin family in front of him.

He is quiet and does not make any noise. He is fair-skinned and polite. Compared with other naughty kids of the same age, he is simply a good kid.

At this moment, the boy, who would blush whenever he was praised, was filled with fear. His thin clothes could not stop the cold wind, and even his soft hair felt chilly.

He seemed to have heard or seen something incomprehensible, like an innocent child trapped in a foggy crossroads or a dead end.

A simple sentence had to go through countless twists and turns in his head before he could react. After a long delay, he asked softly.

"Uncle Wang, what is the Ajie drum?"

Wang Ping, who never lights a cigarette in front of children, was stunned. The confusion in the boy's eyes when he looked up at him was so real.

"…You are just a kid, why are you asking about this? Who told you?"

He tried to fool around.

"Uncle Wang, what is the Ajie drum?"

The boy persisted, like a little animal that was peeking into the secrets of the outside world from the square box, and would keep asking until he got an answer.

Wang Ping's arm, which was being pulled by the boy, felt a little hot, which reminded him of the first time he smoked a cigarette as a child and didn't know how to use matches, so he burned his hand. Since then, he has only used lighters.

The ten-year-old children in the village already know a lot, and the Lin family boy is the best among them, much smarter than ordinary children.

Wang Ping's teeth were itching and he suppressed the urge to smoke a few cigarettes. He half-knelt down and put his hands on the boy's thin shoulders, taking in his confusion and stubbornness.

I sighed in my heart.

"Tell me first, how did you know about Sister Drum?"

The boy shrank his neck when he saw him so serious for the first time, but still looked at him without avoiding. He seemed to remember the words he overheard outside the door, and he spoke in a whisper.

"Mom and Dad said so."

"They said that my sister was chosen because she was born beautifully."

The laughter of his parents kept drilling into his mind. He was too excited and even a little crazy. The repeated "God bless you" was like a spell that locked him outside the door, trying to drag the little guy into the unknown abyss.