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

"I've always seen you hesitate to speak, just say what you want to say."

Being a woman can make people let down their guard. After everyone else went back to pack their things, Zhang Qiao, who stayed behind on purpose, sat opposite Lin Qingyu and pretended to listen attentively.

"I can't leave..." With the beginning, the rest is easier to say, "At least not now."

Zhang Qiao's calmness and previous performance made her unconsciously tell her own story and the purpose of coming here.

"Looking for your brother?"

Zhang Qiao tapped the table with her index finger, and the tapping sound fell on Lin Qingyu's heart, making her feel a little nervous.

"To be honest, I haven't seen any children who look like your brother in the past few days. After all, you also said that you look almost exactly like him."

He added, "Of course, the village is so big, it's impossible for me to have been to every place, so it's normal that I haven't found anything."

She has always had a good memory.

"But like Xiaobai said, it's very dangerous now. Are you sure you don't want to leave?"

"If it's true, do you know what will happen to you?"

Like a clear-headed bystander, she listed all the possible things that might happen one by one and put them in front of Lin Qingyu, leaving the choice to the girl herself.

"The worst thing was being imprisoned by them, tied up in the house, and then being raped by disgusting men without my control."

"The situation may not be as bad as I thought, but it's not much better either. Come with us or stay here. The decision is yours."

Zhang Qiao propped up her chin and looked at the pale-faced girl, "You are an adult now, and you have to pay for your own choices."

She was not a naive child and there was no need for earnest persuasion. All she could do was to explain the interests involved.

Lin Qingyu was silent for a while, then looked up.

"I……"

……

In the center of the village, there is a quaint house that looks different from other buildings. A path paved with black stones leads directly to the door. The surrounding leaves rustle, casting shadows that cover most of the house, and the sunlight can barely penetrate.

Next to the wooden table, the village chief with gray hair and beard stood there respectfully, while the shaman holding incense in his hand muttered something. His calm and relaxed attitude made the old village chief's back bend a little more.

"Sir, those outsiders have been restless lately, always walking around and disturbing people. You see..."

Light blue smoke rose up along the hall, and a gust of wind blew it away from the statue.

After lighting the incense in hand and bowing twice with his hands together, the man did not turn around, but slowly poured himself a cup of tea.

"Unruly." The man chewing on the word looked up, "Then find a way to make them behave themselves."

The village chief hesitated, "But..."

"Also, I've told you so many times, don't call me Sir." The man glanced at the sweaty village chief and said, "Call me Sir."

The old village chief shook his dry hands and nodded repeatedly, "Yes, Mr. Huang."

Mr. Huang put the teacup on the table and narrowed his eyes. "Just do it the same way you did it before. Do you still need me to teach you?"

"There are quite a lot of people this time. If we are discovered, I'm afraid..."

"Fang Da." Mr. Huang stood up and walked to the old village chief, calling his name and tugging at his old collar.

"God doesn't want his peace disturbed, do you understand?"

He acted pious but said, "So what if there are more people? The people of Shengshen Village can accomplish anything together. They are just a few outsiders."

"Catch them, deal with the men, and separate the women and lock them up like before, right?"

He patted the man's shoulder heavily and said, "Under God's protection, there is nothing to be afraid of."

and……

"So what if something really happened?"

He opened his hands and spoke in a sly tone.

"The death of the physical body is only the beginning of eternal life! Once we have that thing, we can transcend reincarnation! Immortality!"

Huff, huff—

Fang Da's eyes turned red and his breathing became heavier. Whether it was 'eternal life' or 'transcendence of reincarnation', they were temptations he could not resist!

He was old, no longer young, his movements were slow, his limbs were stiff, his memory was declining... all these problems came to him. At the same time, his own aging made him hate all young people!

Hate that they are young! Hate that they are healthy! Hate that they can live for many, many years!

...When people get old, they become afraid of death.

But it doesn’t matter, Mr. Huang has found a solution. As long as he makes the Ajie drum, he will no longer have to fear death!

Thinking of this, Fang Da suppressed the fanaticism in his eyes and revealed an ugly smile on his face, which was as rough as old tree bark.

"Yes, you are right... We don't have to be afraid at all. We don't have to be afraid of anything."

He bowed deeply, then kowtowed three times to the statue.

"God bless you."

"I will definitely deal with those people and prevent them from disturbing your peace."

When Fang Da made up his mind to go back and deal with those guys, he was suddenly stopped.

"correct."

Mr. Huang frowned, then relaxed, "I thought about it, and the fifteenth of next month is still not a good date."

Under the sound of falling rain, the man smiled and said, "Change it to seven days later."

Lightning suddenly split the sky.

wow-

In the blink of an eye, the sound of rain became louder and it seemed like it was turning into a rainstorm.

"It's really not a good weather."

"Yes."

Fang Da, who was holding a tattered umbrella, was startled by the sound. He turned around and suddenly saw a figure standing under the tree. When he noticed his gaze, he walked closer.

Fang breathed a sigh of relief, "Old Chen."

"Why are you hanging around outside when it's raining instead of going home?"

Chen Er ignored the mud on his feet, forced a stiff smile on his rain-soaked face, and raised the shovel covered in yellow mud in his hand.

"I'm burying Erhua."

Fang Da's hand holding the umbrella tightened, and he comforted her awkwardly but politely, "This... I'm also very sad that Erhua had an accident, but you see, Ermazi is also dead, and this matter is over. Others can say whatever they want, anyway, it's only for a while..."

Chen Er didn't get closer to the umbrella he was trying to hold up, but raised his head to look at the dark sky. He didn't feel cold even though his whole body was soaked by the rain, and he kept muttering to himself.

"Come to think of it, today is Erhua's seventh day."

"Old Chen, you——"

"I have to go back and see if Erhua has come home."

Except for the beginning, Chen Er never paid any attention to Fang Da again, nor did he look at him directly. He could not forget the way the village chief waved his hands indifferently when he went to ask for justice.

justice?

Where is the justice?

There is no justice.

"What did you hear?"

At the corner, the person who had been waiting for a long time smiled at Chen Er, and the splashing rain slightly wet the corner of her pure white skirt.