Chapter 43 Drowning

He and his cousin just wanted to taste the women in the city, but she wanted them dead.

If it weren't for Xu Ningjun, how could they be forced to flee to the mountains and how could my cousin die from breaking his neck.

His right hand was broken by her, his wife also cheated on him, and he became the laughing stock of the whole village!

Slut, now she's standing there seducing men again.

Let me see but not touch, fuck!

Niu's eyes almost popped out of his head with hatred. Now his right hand was completely unable to do any work, and he was despised by his wife day and night.

It’s all Xu Ningjun’s fault. It’s all this bitch’s fault.

He couldn't live without her, so he wanted to taste her before he died!

"Not cold?"

Zhou Guozheng walked past behind him. Xu Ningjun shook his head, "It's not bad. They should be busy all night."

"I guess. Why are you worried? They do this every autumn harvest. We're used to it. It's nothing."

"Um."

"By the way, I'm going to the city tomorrow and it might take two or three days to get back. I need to buy some feed for the pigs. Do you have anything to bring?"

"without."

Zhou Guozheng said okay, knowing that some people had no interest in this anymore, and waved goodbye.

Xu Ningjun was worried about Cheng Chuan working in such heavy rain. He stood outside and watched for a while, but did not see him.

I could only go into the room, keep a light on while doing some things, hoping to wait for him.

As she waited, she felt a little sleepy and fell asleep on the table.

Xu Ningjun woke up suddenly in the morning. The sky outside the window was clear. Last night's rain had washed the sky blue.

The young and middle-aged men in the village have all gone to other villages for help, but Xiaohua doesn't need any. Those who go are men, so she doesn't need any.

Seeing her biting her lip, Wu Xiaohua comforted her, "Don't worry, Ningning, we used to be like this. Although we don't interact with the neighboring village normally, we are all very united during the autumn harvest."

Qingshan Village is located in the mountains. There is a hilltop between the neighboring villages, and people have been arguing about the ownership of the hill for years.

If you must divide it into two parts, you have to divide it into exactly two parts.

Sometimes the prey you hunted ran to the opposite hill, and sometimes you shouldn't touch the grass and trees on the opposite hill.

But everyone stopped worrying about the autumn harvest, because everyone knew that if the harvest was not good, the whole year would be ruined.

There are not enough young and middle-aged people in both villages, so they can only borrow in this way.

Xu Ningjun hummed, his hands clenched until they turned pale.

The bad premonition reached its peak, and my heart felt like it was being pressed down by something, making it difficult to breathe.

She didn't know why Cheng Chuan was in jail, and it was not a pleasant feeling to wait for trial.

Xu Ningjun hadn't seen Cheng Chuan for two consecutive days. He was almost working around the clock.

She brought the small shoes she wore to the market to sell, but they were not very popular. She only sold one pair in most of the day and the price kept falling.

Xu Ningjun had no choice but to close his stall and mail the letter he wrote to his parents.

She vaguely felt that something was wrong. Her parents had sent letters much less frequently this month, and the content of the last letter was brief.

For the first time ever, her mother didn't urge her to get married soon. She just said that everything was fine at home and asked her to take care of her health.

Xu Ningjun was riding in an ox cart on his way to the village. Just as he sat down to drink some water, he saw Xiaohua running in.

"Ningning, Cheng Chuan is out!"

The bowl in his hand fell and smashed to the ground.

Xu Ningjun's heart skipped a beat and he stood up suddenly.

Wu Xiaohua held onto the door frame, gasping for breath. "The little girl fell into the lake, and he jumped down to save her. The little girl came up, but he didn't. We only discovered her when we heard her crying by the lake. She was already dead when we rescued her."

Xu Ningjun's ears suddenly buzzed. He pushed away Wu Xiaohua's hand that was trying to help her and ran out.

"Get out of the way."

Pushing through the crowd, he lay on the edge of the field, his hair soaked and his clothes sticking to his body.

With my eyes closed, I have never looked so pale.

His hands kept shaking, and Xu Ningjun leaned his ear against his chest.

There was no breathing or heartbeat, as if he was dead.

She didn't dare to hesitate, and immediately lifted his chin, pinched his lips open, and performed artificial respiration.

There was no breath from his slightly parted lips.

"Oh, what are you doing?"

The villagers watching around felt a little embarrassed.

Even in public, I am not afraid of being embarrassed.

She folded her hands and pressed on his chest, pressing hard again and again.

Hoping to feel the beating of a heart.

"How long?"

"What?"