dead person

After leaving Du Wenhu's house, Du Changyuan looked at the dark village, identified the direction of the remaining lights in the darkness, and made sure that there were no people living in those places, then turned around and went back home.

Along the way, the air was filled with the smell of burning paper money, which made him almost sneezed several times to give away his location.

After walking to the door of the house, Little Moon turned around and disappeared into the nearby grass.Before he picked it up, Little Moon had been wandering around by herself, so he wasn't too worried that it would starve to death outside.

At the door of his house, there is only an old man snoring against the door and sleeping soundly.

When he climbed over the courtyard wall and saw Du Changhong again, he felt lucky for a moment.

Fortunately, I can't remember all the memories of that year, so when I heard those people talk about those things, I just felt like an outsider watching the hot news every day.

Seeing him coming back, Du Changhong didn't even lift his eyelids, and opened his mouth dryly: "Will you come with me to apologize to your Uncle Guoquan tomorrow morning?"

"Apologize?" Du Changyuan couldn't believe his ears. Didn't they all still think about finding the murderer before going out?Why does it become necessary to apologize after so much time has passed?

Besides, why did he need to apologize?

"Your mother has worked hard all her life, and I can't let her die in peace."

"So you have to take me to apologize? I really don't understand what is going on in your heart. Anyway, I don't care. If you want to apologize, you can go by yourself and don't drag me."

"long……"

After what happened today, Changhong has changed his view of him.No matter what, he was the one who helped him desperately at that time.

This person might really be his own son.

Du Changhong looked back at him, and now he was half a head taller than him.

"In the long run, I have no choice."

There was too much helplessness in his voice.The rest of the people in the village are obedient to Uncle Guoquan. If he doesn't bow to Uncle Guoquan, is he going to watch Xiujuan lying here swollen and rotten?

"No way?" Hearing these four words, Du Changyuan suddenly thought of what Du Wenhu said before.

He looked at Du Changhong with cold eyes: "Could it be that you told her the same way back then? You said you had no choice, so you just told me..."

Hearing this sentence, Du Changhong was shocked. He looked at Du Changyuan with fear in his eyes: "No, don't listen to their nonsense, I...I..."

"I……"

After saying a few words of me in succession, Du Changhong could no longer find any excuses to excuse himself.

"What? Have you never thought of making up an excuse for so many years? How did you explain it to her at that time? "

"I..." Changhong stammered a little. Those words had been buried in his heart for many years, and he never thought of telling anyone.Every time Xiujuan was sad because of his son, he would sit beside her silently and guard her.

He knew that he deserved death, but...

No one would believe the three words of last resort.And there was no other reason, even if he died, he would definitely carry that secret into the coffin.

"She, she didn't know those..."

After saying this, Chang Hong didn't ask a word again.No matter how uncomfortable Du Changyuan's eyes made him.

He lowered his head, looking at the calluses on his palms and the chapped cuts on the back of his hands, he couldn't help wondering if it would have been better to just die together, no matter how many there were back then.

At dawn, Du Changyuan opened his eyes and saw Changhong holding a bowl of noodles in front of him.

"You don't have to worry about it, I won't follow you to apologize today."

Changhong walked to the gate, stretched out his hand to pull the door, heard the sound of the iron chain outside the gate, and asked, "Brother outside, are you hungry, come in and have a bowl of noodles."

The person leaning against the door woke up after being shaken, and his first reaction was to sniff.At this age, spending one night outside would almost kill half of his life.

"Changhong, you just stay with your wife honestly. Uncle Guoquan asked me to stay here. Isn't there nothing I can do about it?"

"Don't worry, I won't run away."

"Hey……"

The people outside the door sighed, smelling the smell of rice in the yard, they unlocked the door and ran in numbly.

"What happened to Xiujuan, there is nothing we can do about it. You, don't get angry with Uncle Guoquan, it will be difficult for you too."

He picked up the noodles and stuffed two large chopsticks into his mouth, only to feel his body warmer.

"Just listen to my advice, go see Wen Hu later, apologize to Uncle Guoquan, let Xiujuan go to the grave as soon as possible is the most important thing."

"I see." Changhong responded and made him another bowl of hot soup.

"Then go quickly, I'll help you watch at home first. Although the weather is getting colder and colder, you have to pick an auspicious day." The man raised his eyebrows at Changhong.

"By the way, Changhong, where's your son? Why didn't I see him?"

"Young people are lazy now, and now this society is sleeping late."

The man pursed his lips and waved his hands at him: "Don't be so busy, go and go, go back early..."

Chang Hong responded, grabbed an old hen from the chicken coop, and walked towards Wen Hu's house.

When Wen Hu saw him, he also grinned happily: "Why, the majestic Ling Ling wanted to kill me yesterday, but today he brought the old hen to see if I'm dead or not?"

"I was also in a hurry yesterday, don't take it to heart..."

Before Chang Hong could speak, Wen Hu and his wife started cursing around him.He had to bow his body and lower his head, and only waited for the two of them to calm down and swear, before turning around and walking out of their house.

As soon as he walked out of the yard, he heard the struggling sound of the old hen whose neck was chopped off with a knife.

"Hey, the weasel gave the chicken New Year's greetings, chopped my hand like this, and sent me away with a chicken? I really think I'm a beggar."

The scolding of the couple was thrown behind him. He stood outside the courtyard of Guoquan's house, took several deep breaths, and then knocked on the courtyard door.

At the third knock, the door in front of him was pulled open from the inside.

The location of Du Guoquan's family is different from that of ordinary families in the village.The other houses in the village are all on the flat ground below, but Guoquan's location is in the middle of the flat ground, on a small hillside 50 meters above the ground.

At that time, there were still many young people in the village, so it took several months for the whole village to build the attic of his house.

In the middle of the yard is a path paved with stones, and the small gardens on both sides have been converted into two vegetable fields by Guoquan over the years.

His wife died a few years ago, and now he is the only one left. With only these two vegetable fields, he has enough to eat on weekdays.

"When I heard footsteps from afar, I knew it was you. Why, you want to scold me like your son?"

Du Guoquan's sleeves were half rolled up, revealing half of his arms, and he was still holding a handful of weeds that had just been pulled out of the vegetable field.

"Don't dare, something happened to Xiujuan yesterday, and I contradicted you in a moment of impatience, so don't take it to heart."

He took the handful of weeds from Guoquan and began to clear the weeds in the two vegetable fields.After clearing the weeds and sweeping the yard again, Guoquan, who was sitting in the yard drinking tea, opened his mouth.

"You came to see me today because of Xiujuan's affairs. Changhong, you are also a sensible person. My old man is quite old, isn't it because of the people in the village?"

"Hurry up and choose an auspicious day for Xiujuan's funeral. You and your son were the only ones who left the village at that time. You should be careful in the future."

"Isn't what happened back then over? Why is it happening now? Uncle Guoquan, do you know who that person is?"

Guoquan clicked his tongue in displeasure, and waved his hand at him: "Instead of asking me, why don't you think about it for yourself. How did the events of the past end, and how did the present events begin?" .”

"It's not me you should ask, but your son. Go, I'm tired too, it's time for a break."

After closing the door, Du Guoquan threw away the crutch in his hand, whistled, and climbed up the stairs to the attic of the house with his hands behind his back.

The baffle in front of the attic just blocked his neck.His line of sight can take in the entire scene of the village.

He looked at the figures in the village with a sneer, and it was time to warn some people.

Seeing Du Changyuan, the gatekeeper snorted contemptuously: "What, my wife is dead and I can sleep in with peace of mind."

"Your father has already gone to see Uncle Guoquan, and you don't follow him? Are you really not afraid that your mother will not be buried?"

Chang Chang frowned impatiently: "So?"

"So? Hey, aren't you joking? You still ask me why?" The man pointed at his nose and laughed, "Xiujuan's life is really bad. What is this thing that I hoped to come back?"

"Don't be silent, kid. I'm not afraid to tell you. At that time, all of your family left the village. The next one to die will definitely be you if it's not your father. Just wait and see."

The man snorted coldly and slammed the door shut.Why are you still guarding? Since Changhong has been subdued, Uncle Guoquan must have let go.Going back to catch up on sleep, the people who have been tossing and tossing all day are exhausted.

"Changhong, since you're back, I'll go back first." Seeing Changhong from a distance, he ate a bowl of noodles after all, and he was embarrassed to pretend he didn't see it.

"Thank you."

"Your son... Hey, don't worry about him, young people nowadays. I heard you quarreled with him yesterday. There is something that father and son can't talk about."

"Don't quarrel anymore..." The rest of the sentence didn't know how long you two could live, but he still didn't say it, patted Changhong on the shoulder and ran home staggeringly.