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

"Tsk."

Mr. Huang, who was sitting under the eaves, walked around the corridor a few times and looked disgusted when he accidentally saw the yellow mud on the white wall.

However, considering that the day was approaching, he was in a good mood and did not care about it.

……

A handkerchief was handed over. Chen Er took a look at it and then looked away. He rubbed the mud on his hands on his clothes carelessly. He was always particular about hygiene, but he didn't care to be particular.

He glanced at the girl in front of him, as if evaluating something.

"I didn't expect it was really you..."

Chen Er said to himself, "Yes, no one would be on guard against a deaf and dumb child who has not spoken for five or six years and has always lived in the village."

"I said that night was not an illusion."

"I didn't expect it was really you."

On the night when Erhua was late to return home, Chen Er packed up and walked out of the room, ready to go and pick up his granddaughter. No one knew better than him how scary people could be after dark.

At that time, he and Erhua missed each other perfectly, but he accidentally saw Lin Qingle holding an umbrella. Just when he was about to go over to remind the girl to go home quickly, he stopped the next second.

As he saw Lin Qingle walking over, he discovered that there was a person lying on the ground. The girl holding an umbrella squatted down and smashed it down heavily with the thing in her hand!

Chen Er's pupils constricted. He heard a faint sound of struggle. It was Er Mazi.

He was fed up with this loser who always pestered Erhua, so for some reason he didn't step forward to stop him.

The girl only hit him once, and Ermaizi was dead.

Only after Lin Qingle left did he dare to go over to check, and as expected, Er Mazi was dead.

In other people's words, "he drank too much and hit his head on a rock and died."

Only Chen Er knew that was not the case.

"Grandpa? Grandpa?"

Chen Er suddenly came back to his senses and held the water cup without taking a sip for a long time. Erhua, who had just returned home and changed her clothes, asked worriedly, "What's wrong with you? Are you still feeling unwell?"

As people get older, they are more likely to have health problems, big and small. Chen Er doesn't care, but Erhua is extremely nervous.

Chen Er, who had come to his senses, did not answer her, but asked calmly, "Where did you go today?"

"...went to the mountain to chop wood." Erhua lowered her head.

"Where's the firewood?" Chen Er was not angry. He closed his eyes and sighed, "My illness is just a minor one. I will be fine in a few days. Don't do anything unnecessary."

Erhua hesitated, "Erhua, when you lie, you never dare to look up at me, and your voice will be even quieter than usual."

It turns out that grandpa knows everything...

The top of my head was rubbed by a rough big hand.

"Don't think too much, just have a good rest."

Chen Er knew his granddaughter's good intentions, but was unwilling to accept them. He had enough body to live for at least another seven or eight years, so why was it his granddaughter's turn to 'sell herself'?

And precisely because he knew that his granddaughter did all this for him, he could not say any harsh words of rebuke or disappointment. Anyone could say those words, but he, as a grandfather, could not and must not say them.

Chen Er closed his eyes and thought of his granddaughter's dirty clothes, feeling sad.

And what the drunk Ermazi and his group said when they met him on the road...

"Er Mazi is really quick on his feet. He always gets to enjoy all the good things."

"Hey, hey, if you want to, just go and take a look. Erhua is a little dark, but she has a good figure..."

"No, no, I still prefer older ones..."

The staggering and burping men laughed loudly, unaware that someone was watching them in the dark.

The eyes are blood red.

Chen Er didn't want to let Er Mazi go, but he had no idea how to start. He thought there was no rush, as it is never too late for a gentleman to take revenge, and sooner or later Er Mazi would pay the price.

He thought a lot.

But I didn't expect Erhua's reaction.

The child, his granddaughter, woke up again and again in the rainy night, and ultimately couldn't get over the hurdle in her heart.

Ermazi is dead.

"A good death."

Chen Er clenched his skinny hands tightly, and there was a glow of anger in his cloudy eyes. "Lin girl, I really want to thank you. Even if you didn't do it, I wasn't going to let that scum go! That scum!"

He lost his wife a few years ago. His son and daughter-in-law said they wanted to go out and make a living, but an accident happened and he was left alone. His only granddaughter Erhua was his spiritual sustenance, but now, Erhua is also gone.

Grinning, Chen Er told Lin Qingle everything he heard, "...You helped Erhua get revenge, so you are my benefactor."

"I don't care why you can speak, and you're not deaf, I just want to ask one thing."

Lin Qingle raised her eyes and looked at Chen Er, who had his back straight.

"You are the one who killed Wang Dazhi and Ali, right?"

Pat, pat, continuous raindrops hit the umbrella and finally slid down the ribs, forming a rain curtain that covered the girl's hazy look.

Chen Er saw the person under the umbrella shaking his head, and the voice, which was softer than that of ordinary people, seemed to contain a smile.

"It's not me."

Lin Qingle looked at him frankly, and finally Chen Er looked away first.

The man, who had suddenly aged several years, sighed and said, "Never mind. Whatever you want."

It doesn’t matter. It really doesn’t matter.

Chen Er never cared about the village. The only thing he cared about was his granddaughter Erhua.

"Why don't you believe me..."

He really didn't kill anyone.

"Don't even mention Chen Er, I don't believe it."

The sudden voice from behind made Lin Qingle frown slightly, but a harmless "Oh" came out of his mouth?

Really haunted.

Wang Ping, who had been listening for an unknown amount of time, had a complicated look in his eyes and joked, "Every time I see you, I want to smoke a cigarette."

"Then you'll probably have to smoke for a whole day." Lin Qingle didn't give him any face at all, and said in an ambiguous way, "Don't you think so?"

"Uncle Wang has been following me."

Every day when he leaves the house, this person would follow him stealthily, and would not stop until he returned home, for fear that he would accidentally do something harmful.

It's a bit annoying.

"Even if it's Uncle Wang, I won't be happy."

"Being watched like a prisoner."

Almost explicit dissatisfaction.

Wang Ping didn't think he could hide it from him. He had known it a long time ago. This kid has always been smart. If he could guess some of Lin Qingle's thoughts before, he is afraid that he can't even guess half of them now.

"you--"

"If Uncle Wang still wants me to stop, then there is no need to do that."

Lin Qingle smiled softly, "Didn't I say that?"

"I really didn't kill anyone."

"Whether it was Ermazi, Ali, or Wang Dazhi, to be precise, it was not me who did it."

Wang Ping still didn't believe it and began to persuade her earnestly. After listening for a long time, Lin Qingle began to get impatient. When some dark and bad emotions were about to surge, the familiar voice stopped them abruptly.

"Brother Wang, you are here!"

The young man ran over from a distance, put his arm around Wang Ping's neck, and physically stopped the chattering.

"That's right, Xingwen has something to tell you."

Cheng Xingwen came over panting, and before he could even breathe a sigh of relief, he was assigned a job.

When he turned around, he saw Bai Yichen had already walked up to Lin Qingle with excited steps, picked him up on his back and waved his hand.

"Let's go, tell us what's going on."

Bai Yichen actually found it quite strange. Why did everyone like to talk in the heavy rain?

They were discussing a secret, but the voices were loud enough that he could hear them clearly.

"A Qing."

Lin Qingle, who had just come back to her senses, hugged the young man's neck, and her already gentle voice became even softer.

"Ok?"

"Don't bring up Brother Wang when you're having a private conversation next time."

Before he could figure out the meaning of this sentence, he heard the next one.

"He's too loud."