dead person

Zhao Xiujuan was at a loss for words just with those two words back then.

then……

"Back then, Mom was sorry for you and didn't protect you well. Don't worry, Mom will never do it again." Zhao Xiujuan stretched out her arms and hugged her son carefully.

"If someone wants to bully you again in the future, unless, unless they step on my dead body..."

Du Changyuan naturally believed in Zhao Xiujuan's determination.It's just that even though his heart is overwhelmingly sad now, his eyes are so red that he can't wait to shed tears.

But he always felt that something was wrong, everything was wrong, what happened back then?Why no matter who it is, they never mention what happened back then.

After the funeral was finished, Changhong didn't go home with the lady.Looking at his wife's eyes, he also understands that she doesn't believe him at all now.

He put on three sticks of incense again, patted the ashes on his hands, and walked towards Guoquan's house.

Du Guoquan didn't lift his head until he pushed the door in. He just picked up a teacup and poured him a cup of freshly brewed hot tea.

"It's cold outside, drink a cup of hot tea to warm yourself up."

"why?"

Changhong held the teacup in both hands, didn't drink, just looked down at his own face reflected in the teacup and asked directly.

"Is that young man in your family really long-term?" Du Guoquan didn't answer his question, but looked at him with cloudy eyes and asked back.

"I can't tell, but we went to the police station to check his identity, and they said it was Du Changyuan."

After finishing speaking, the two of them were relatively speechless.Du Guoquan had no intention of answering his question, he just drank the tea in his hand and stood up.

"Do you believe in curses in the village?" Seeing Changhong shaking his head, he continued, "I have already greeted those who have seen Changsheng's corpse, and they will never talk nonsense in the village."

"As for the long-term... I've already arranged for someone to watch it. I hope you, a father, can understand."

On the way back, Du Changhong kept deliberating over Guoquan's words over and over again.If what he said was true, then Uncle Guoquan must not believe any curse talk.

Could it be that he knows something?

He was too absorbed in thinking all the way, and when he came back to his senses, he realized that he had gone the wrong way a long time ago.

In front of him was a dilapidated courtyard wall, and an old man with gray hair was looking at him by the wall.

The old man's surname is Wang, and his name seems to be Wang Changlin.He was not a native of this village at first, but moved here with his wife and children many years ago, and then he simply settled here.

It's a pity that when his child was naughty, he drowned in the pond behind the village. Later, his wife also went crazy and died, leaving him alone to live, and he didn't go out to deal with people much on weekdays.

"Are you Changhong? I heard that your parents have returned from a long distance?" Lao Wang didn't talk to anyone for a long time, his voice was a little hoarse, and Changhong was stunned for a long time before he realized what he said.

Chang Hong hummed, then turned his head and walked away quickly, not saying a single word to him anymore.

Wang Changlin stood up straight with the help of the wall, coughed for a while in the cold wind, spit out a mouthful of yellow phlegm, and turned to enter the yard.

Changhong walked faster and faster, and after walking for a while, the whole person started to run.He quickly ran back to his yard, turned around and closed the door tightly with a bang, and leaned his back against the iron gate, as if his heart was in his stomach.

"It's getting dark today, where did you go? Close the door softly, my son has just returned to the house."

Changhong just wiped the sweat from his forehead, turned around and went back to the house.

Seeing that he was silent, Zhao Xiujuan was also very angry.This other person married a man, why was he so dumbfounded back then that he married a dumb-mouthed gourd.

"I was talking to you, did you hear me?" Zhao Xiujuan continued, throwing the chair in her hand in front of him, "Let's talk."

Zhao Xiujuan took a few deep breaths before suppressing the unknown anger in her heart.

"I have been with you for most of my life. Even if I dare not say that I know you [-]% of what kind of person you are, I still have [-]% or [-]%."

Zhao Xiujuan paused, and continued in a hoarse voice: "You treated Changyuan like that back then, I believe you must have your reasons. But, Changhong, it's been so many years now, Changyuan finally came back, let it go, OK?"

"Let it go?" Zhao Changhong thought of that figure, snorted coldly through his nose, and said in a cold and helpless voice, "letting go is easier said than done?"

"What's not easy? Changyuan almost died back then! When he was buried, he was still alive! He has already been punished like that, isn't that enough?"

"You father, how can you bear it... How can you bear it..." Zhao Xiujuan was already vague in what she said next.

Over the years, she has always relied on the memories related to her son to hold her breath. Now that her son has returned to her, she has never had a peaceful night's sleep.

He was afraid that everything was a dream and a lie, and he was also afraid that his son would repeat the mistakes of the past.

If, if I hadn't been mad and rolling around like crazy, I hadn't secretly gone to the cemetery in the middle of the night to dig Chang Yuan out...

She blinked, and tears fell from her eyes and hit the back of Changhong's hand, which hurt Changhong's heart.

That is also his own son, but... But Changsheng is also his brother.Chang Chang was able to do such a thing back then, and there was nothing he couldn't do by killing Chang Sheng.

He wanted to talk to Chang Yuan many times, but when Chang Yuan saw him, he retreated into his room with a cold face, and retreated behind Zhao Xiujuan.

He reached out and brushed his wife's gray hair behind his ears: "Don't cry, you're like a crazy woman, Changyuan... don't let Changyuan hear you laughing."

The word Changyuan, like a piece of hot coal, rolled in his throat several times before it rolled out of his mouth.

When Zhao Xiujuan heard her son's name, she quickly wiped away her tears and turned her head like a thief.

"Don't just spoil me here, Uncle Guoquan may have his own ideas, you better know."

"Even if Uncle Guoquan has any ideas, what can he do to our son? Chang Changyuan just came back from the outside, and he has no enmity with Changsheng. How could he kill Changsheng?"

Speaking of this, Zhao Xiujuan suddenly thought of the expressions of the family of three who had left the village before Guoquan asked, and said in a strange way: "Tell me, could it be Uncle Guoquan... After all, the times are different now, if There is a capable young man, who in the village still listens to him?"