Chapter 275 What if I can't think straight...

Dahuang is already twelve years old; he's quite an old dog.

Life will eventually end one day.

Shen Xuewei thought that Dahuang might die of old age or illness someday in the future.

But I never imagined that I would be kicked to death on what should have been a beautiful day because of her.

Of the fourteen years of memories Shen Xuewei has in this life, nearly eight years contain traces of Dahuang's presence.

It was a dog, a family member, a playmate, and a part of her childhood.

Seeing Shen Xuewei holding Dahuang, looking utterly heartbroken, Chen Fanglan glared at Chen Fangqiu's door and cursed:

"Some people are such wasteful eaters, they can't do anything right. I think the one who should get out is the one who's hiding."

"They really think this home is some kind of coveted treasure, as if nobody wants to stay here."

"They just kick their own watchdog to death without a second thought; they have absolutely no conscience."

There was no sound from the door, as if no one was inside.

Chen Fangqiu's outburst left Grandma Xi feeling extremely drained.

Looking at the lifeless Big Yellow, his eyes were equally sad.

Grandpa Chen's hair seemed to have turned mostly white without him noticing. He squatted sadly at the door, his back looking increasingly thin.

The villagers must have heard the commotion, because they were peering out of their yards listening to the sounds coming from the Chen family's house.

This night was destined to be anything but peaceful.

Shen Xuewei didn't sleep all night. She found a shovel in the storeroom, took Dahuang's body, and left the Chen family.

The rest of the Chen family had already gone to sleep, but Chen Fanglan, sensing that Shen Xuewei's mood was off, hadn't dared to go to sleep.

Hearing a noise from the downstairs door, she quickly put on her clothes and went downstairs, only to be seen by Chen Fangyang, who was coming out of the restroom.

Where are you going?

Chen Fanglan gestured with her lips, "Weiwei hasn't gone back to her room to sleep yet. I heard some noise downstairs, so I went down to check on her."

She had done her research.

People who love writing are often emotionally rich and have delicate and sensitive minds, so quite a few of them commit suicide or die young.

Weiwei has loved playing with Dahuang since she was little, and she often talks about Dahuang.

You liked Dahuang so much, yet Dahuang got kicked to death by that bastard Aqiu, and right in front of you...

She was afraid that Shen Xuewei might act impulsively and do something rash...

Seeing Chen Fanglan rush downstairs, Chen Fangyang scratched his head and tried to open his sleepy eyes wide.

He sighed in frustration and muttered, "What kind of mess is this..."

Despite saying that, he quickly grabbed his phone, slipped on his slippers, and followed them out.

The two followed Shen Xuewei at a distance, like thieves.

Shen Xuewei, holding a flashlight, wasn't afraid of losing track of them, and soon they saw Shen Xuewei enter the back mountain.

Shen Xuewei buried the big yellow dog on the back hill and put a lot of food on its small grave.

She stood in front of the grave for a long time, until her legs began to feel weak, before turning and leaving.

The two hiding behind the rock were fine; Chen Fanglan was alright, but Chen Fangyang almost froze to death because he hadn't had time to put on a coat when he came out.

Seeing that Shen Xuewei was finally walking towards home, the two of them breathed a sigh of relief.

Chen Fangyang opened his mouth wide, about to sneeze, but Chen Fanglan covered his mouth, and the sneeze landed in her own mouth.

Chen Fanglan shushed her, "Are you trying to kill yourself?! Weiwei is at the age where she cares most about her image. If you make that noise, she'll know we secretly followed us. What if it upsets her?"

That annoying guy, I should never have let him come along in the first place.

Chen Fangyang pried her hands off, "Fine, fine, I won't hit you anymore. I don't have any more strength left to hit you..."

He rubbed his arms, shivering from the cold. "Can we catch up now?"

Chen Fanglan glared at him with exasperation, "Serves you right! Who told you to come out without a coat? You're freezing to death!"

Seeing that Shen Xuewei was far enough away, she patted Chen Fangyang's arm.

"Alright, let's go. We'll follow slowly, and no flashlights allowed."

"Okay, okay! I can walk out of this place with my eyes closed."

When the two followed her back to her front door, they saw that Shen Xuewei's room light was on.

The two exchanged a glance and both breathed a sigh of relief.

Chen Fangyang was already freezing cold. Once he confirmed that Shen Xuewei had returned, he tiptoed back to his room.

Chen Fanglan also took off her clothes and lay down on the bed to prepare for sleep.

But no matter how hard she tried, she tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep. In the end, she sat up, still wrapped in the blanket.

Just then, she heard what sounded like a faint noise coming from outside.

Without thinking twice, she quickly opened the door and saw Shen Xuewei dragging a suitcase out the door.

She grabbed Shen Xuewei's arm. "Weiwei, where are you going?"

She knew that Weiwei had just been traumatized late at night and would definitely do something.

Sure enough, late at night, she packed her things and started running away from home.

Shen Xuewei remained calm. "Auntie, please let go of me first."

Chen Fanglan refused to let go and even snatched Shen Xuewei's suitcase away.

“I know you’re upset, but it’s late at night, and it’s not safe for a teenage girl like you to be out alone.”

"It's not even dawn yet! Even if you're going to run away from home, you can't run away in the middle of the night!"

"That's so dangerous!"

Shen Xuewei then realized that she had misunderstood something.

Shen Xuewei opened the door behind her, revealing a messy room where there was nowhere to step.

"Auntie, is it possible that I just packed some things and planned to leave at dawn?"

From what Chen Fangqiu said while drunk today, she knew she could no longer stay in the Chen family.

Her maternal grandparents told her that it was just something her uncle said while he was drunk and that she shouldn't take it to heart.

But there's a saying that goes, "In vino veritas" (truth comes out when one is drunk), and isn't that Chen Fangqiu's true feeling?

With the death of Da Huang, this place, which was never her "home," was no longer a place she could stay.

Shen Xuewei was heartbroken, but she wouldn't be in such a hurry to leave with her luggage so late at night.

In the pitch-black night, I walked alone by the roadside...

To be honest, Shen Xuewei was also afraid that she would be silently dragged away by some malicious passerby.

So she just packed up her frequently used items so she could leave as soon as it was light.

As for where to go and where to put the things... Shen Xuewei thought of Fuxing Village.

In her mind, her second aunt's family is more reliable and more willing to accept her than the Chen family with Chen Fangqiu.

Upon realizing that she had misunderstood, Chen Fanglan breathed a sigh of relief and then pulled Shen Xuewei into the room to talk.

She looked at Shen Xuewei and said earnestly:

"So, where do you want to go with all that stuff? Back to the county?"

As soon as she said that, she realized she had made a fool of herself.

This child has been close to his second sister since he was little, so naturally he would go to his second sister when he needed something.

Thinking about how her second sister had taken care of the child over the years, she didn't find it surprising.