Substitute Bride: The Gentle Husband of the Evil Girl is Crazy and Wild

Over there, Li Wu pinned Li Guangchang and his wife down in the field and beat them. Finally, the elders from the village came over.

They stopped struggling.

The couple, despite their injuries, followed the clay figure Li Wu back home.

Li Xiaoyu closed the door and turned around to see Gu Fei sitting on the doorstep with a wooden stick in his hand, drawing something in a basin of fine sand.

She rubbed her butt and walked slowly towards him.

She didn't cry out in pain. Gu Fei was blind, so naturally he didn't know that her butt was injured.

As he stepped into the main room, Li Xiaoyu lowered his eyes to look at the thin clay basin and found that there was a person painted in the basin, a woman.

Who is this?

She squinted her eyes and took another look. There was only the outline of an oval face and feminine features, and it was impossible to tell his age.

She glanced at the man and didn't think much about it.

Turned around and went into the house.

He changed into clean clothes and came out to wash his hands and face.

When passing the threshold, Gu Fei was still sitting there, but the woman's face was no longer visible in the thin clay basin.

The problem of the broken shoes has been solved.

She planned to go to the city to find her lawyer tomorrow to learn more about the murderer, and she would not make pot cakes or steamed buns today.

In addition, her butt hurt, so she didn't want to continue reclaiming the wasteland.

She slowly sat down on the doorstep, tilted her head to stare at the man's handsome face, and thought that she still needed Gu Fei's advice on the murderer's portrait.

She took the initiative to find a topic and asked politely, "Who is the woman you just painted?"

She is not one to hide things.

If she hadn't cared about the self-esteem of the people around her, she wouldn't even want to hide the fact that she sold the paintings.

In response to her question, Gu Fei put down the stick in his hand and asked, "Who do you want her to be?"

Li Xiaoyu rested her heels on the door frame, crossed her hands on her knees, bent her waist forward, and stared at the man with her clear peach blossom eyes.

After thinking for a moment, she curled her lips and chuckled, then asked again.

"Who do you want me to think she is?"

The two of them kept asking each other questions, like two little kids who refused to admit defeat in the conversation.

Hearing the cunning in her words, Gu Fei raised her lips slightly, and said in a low voice with a hint of ridicule: "So who was it just now?"

He pronounced the two words very lightly.

Li Xiaoyu raised her eyebrows, her expression somewhat surprised.

I didn't expect him to make such a funny joke.

He asked, and she answered: "Maybe she was still in the Fang family and not born yet."

This sentence made Gu Fei feel a little relieved, and he teased himself in his heart.

I actually played this kind of boring game with her...

He never showed his emotions on his face. Even though he was smiling in his heart, his face was still smiling.

He lowered his voice and asked, "Go ahead, what do you want to ask?"

"You know what I'm going to do?"

Gu Fei picked up the basin with his left hand and placed it against the wall, saying casually: "Whenever you take the initiative to talk, you always have a purpose."

Hearing the voice, Li Xiaoyu puffed up his cheeks, looked up at the beams, and frowned slightly.

I don't think I do this often...

But since Gu Fei had asked, there was no need for her to play dumb.

He cleared his throat and said thoughtfully, "It's still about that portrait. It's due soon, and I still don't have any ideas."

She adjusted her sitting position.

He supported his knees with his elbows, rested his chin on his hands, and stared at Gu Fei intently.

"You've seen so many murderers before. I don't ask you to describe their specific appearance like last time. Just give me some tips so I can have a direction."

Her voice was full of sincerity, and Gu Fei placed her left hand across her knee.

There was no change in expression.

He put away his gentleness and said with his thin lips: "Have you forgotten the last time the murderer came to your house?"

"I remember it," Li Xiaoyu pursed his lips, his voice full of confusion: "But what is the relationship between the murderer last time and the murderer this time?"

From her fearless voice, Gu Fei could tell that she didn't take it seriously at all.

He lowered his voice and said coldly: "You almost died last time, how many lives do you have to take risks?"

There was a subtle concern in the low and cold voice.

"For five taels of silver, risking your life, for your father's useless people, for the so-called family affection, is it worth it?"

The two sentences, which were spoken in a slightly harsh tone, made Li Xiaoyu feel like he was being trained.

She unconsciously raised her head and chest and moved closer to where Gu Fei was sitting.

Seeing his expressionless face, she pursed her lips and replied seriously: "I'm not doing this for them."

When Gu Fei's face was gloomy, there was a murderous aura about it.

Not to say that she was afraid of him, but at least she didn't dare to lie to him. She scratched her earlobe.

Calmly explain to him: "I wish I could take my father and brother away with me. How could I do that for them?"

Seeing the man frowning slightly, she added: "It's not because of the five taels of silver."

Listening to her sincere words, Gu Fei did not say anything, waiting for her to continue. The woman also understood what he meant.

Looking ahead, there is no end to the mountains.

He took a deep breath and said calmly, "I am afraid of you, not to mention a murderer with a knife. I value my life."

At this point, she paused.

The focus of his eyes gradually blurred, and the scene of the old man rushing home in a hurry on the day when the painting was identified in the government office emerged in his mind.

She told Gu Fei about this.

Then he added: "I can make a living by eating steamed buns and pot cakes, but I want to rely on my talents..." After a pause, he changed his words and said: "My skills can help the government solve the case as soon as possible, so that those families who have lost their loved ones can get some comfort."

Hearing this, Gu Fei felt something strange in his heart.

Li Xiaoyu pursed his lips and exhaled heavily, then said in a very serious tone: "Maybe it sounds like I am overestimating my own abilities."

In fact, she has always been overestimating her own abilities.

Otherwise, I wouldn't have left home thousands of miles away to make a living in Shenzhen after graduating from university.

He would not have a falling out with his boss because of his grandfather's serious illness when he had just made a name for himself, and then resolutely resign and return to his hometown in the small county.

"Gu Fei, life is only a few decades long. You never know what unexpected things may happen tomorrow."

“Maybe in your eyes and in the eyes of many people, I am a very stupid person, but I know what I want.”

“Maybe every decision I made was not the right one, but I don’t regret it.”

Life is about moving forward with regrets. As an adult, she knows that she has to pay for her mistakes.

But that's not regret.

Hearing her words, Gu Fei's left thumb gradually tightened and his heart beat faster.

The autumn wind blows, and the bamboo forest makes sounds.

After a long while, the man's deep voice slowly rang out: "You are so afraid of death, aren't you afraid that the murderer will come to your door again?"

He used affirmative sentences.

Even though he guessed Li Xiaoyu's answer, he still asked.

As he guessed, the woman rubbed her nose, sneezed, and replied with a nasal tone and a smile:

"I'm scared. I'm scared to death. But so what? If the portrait I drew of the murderer can help more innocent people avoid death."

"Then it's worth dying."