Song Xingzhi lowered his eyes and said nothing more.
The night wind came in through the crack in the door, causing the lights in the corridor to flicker.
Zhong Aiguo rubbed his face and finally turned around: "I'll go inform the uncles right away. This matter... Sigh!"
He really didn't know what to say.
Apart from anything else, he had to explain the cause of Zhong Chengren's death clearly to his uncles.
However, he also felt that most people would probably not say anything, after all, the dead are the greatest.
No matter what evil things Zhong Chengren had done, he is dead now and should be buried.
Song Xingzhi also sighed softly: "Then, Brother Aiguo, I'll leave it to you."
He didn't return to town, but went to find Zhong Chengfa.
Zhong Chengfa had just buried his third brother yesterday and had been in a very low mood.
During the three days when Zhong Chengyi's body was kept, he could not sleep at night. As Zhong Chengyi's elder brother, he had to stay with him all the time, and he could only sleep for a while in the morning every day.
He finally had a good sleep last night.
He had just put Zhong Hongqing to sleep tonight when he heard a knock on the door outside the yard.
Zhong Chengfa's heart skipped a beat.
For some reason, he always had a bad feeling in his heart.
Could it be that Zhong Chengren has returned?
When he thought about it, he felt that it was impossible.
Zhong Chengren killed someone, how dare he come back?
Even if he really wanted to come back, he would come quietly and would not dare to knock on the door.
The knock on the door came again, short and dull.
Zhong Chengfa took a deep breath, picked up the flashlight, got up and went out, then opened the gate.
However, to his surprise, the person outside was Song Xingzhi.
Song Xingzhi stood outside the door, his face as solemn as iron. The moonlight shone obliquely on his brow, casting a cold shadow.
Zhong Chengfa looked at him and always felt a little uneasy, as if Song Xingzhi's arrival was something bad.
He asked tentatively: "Dad, is there something wrong?"
Song Xingzhi said calmly, "Zhong Chengren is dead. He's at the county hospital. Tomorrow the village will organize some people to bring the body back... You have to go too."
Zhong Chengfa's head buzzed and exploded.
He didn't hear clearly what Song Xingzhi said next. There was only one sentence circling in his head.
Zhong Chengren is dead.
Zhong Chengren...is dead...
His third brother was just buried yesterday, and news of his second brother's death was also announced today.
Even though the three brothers didn't get along, even though quarrels and fights were common, even though the second brother had killed the third, but...
The news of Zhong Chengsi's death still brought a huge shock to Zhong Chengfa, like a club hitting him on the head.
He staggered back a step, his voice trembling: "Second brother... Second brother is dead too?"
"How, how could it be... He... He's dead too?"
The three of them grew up together, cried and wailed at their father's grave together, laughed and quarreled together, but now... now, he is the only one left among the three...
He looked up at the dark night sky, his eyes burning and his throat seemed to be blocked, unable to utter a word.
Song Xingzhi looked at him quietly, without comforting or urging him.
The wind blew in from outside the yard, rolling up a few fallen leaves, making a rustling sound, as if whispering about the fickleness of fate.
Zhong Chengfa finally nodded slowly, his voice so hoarse that it was almost inaudible: "I... will go."
Tomorrow, he has to prepare for the funeral of another brother.
However, Zhong Chengfa quickly reacted and said anxiously, "My mom...my mom, how is she?"
What he is most worried about now is Zhang Chunxue.
Song Xingzhi gave him a strange look. "Zhong Chengren wanted to rob Mingli of her money and kill her before, and even injured Xiaoshen... Later, he even tried to rob her and kill Zhong Chengyi..."
"You don't think Sister Chunxue still has feelings for Zhong Chengren, do you?"
Zhong Chengfa opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end nothing came out.
Although Song Xingzhi was right, Zhong Chengfa still felt that his mother would definitely be sad.
After all, Zhang Chunxue used to love the three brothers so much!
Song Xingzhi walked into the yard again and his eyes fell on the place where Zhong Chengyi's mourning shed was built before.
"This mourning tent that was just dismantled is going to be put up again."
It would have been fine if he hadn't said it, but once he did, Zhong Chengfa felt even worse.
Song Xingzhi looked at Zhong Chengfa again: "Go and add some hot water! Someone will definitely come and help us later."
"Oh..." Zhong Chengfa responded dully.
He dragged his heavy steps towards the kitchen, and as soon as his hand touched the kettle, his fingertips couldn't stop shaking.
Zhong Chengfa patted his trembling hand with his other hand, then scooped up some water, poured it into the kettle, placed it on the stove, and started to light a fire.
Song Xingzhi was right. Not long after, a group of villagers gathered again in the courtyard where Zhong Cheng made his fortune.
Everyone's mood was strange and subtle.
This mourning tent was just dismantled yesterday...
"Alas!" an old lady sighed, "What a sin the Guosheng family has committed!"
"Who knows! These two sons died one after another..."
"Chengyi was stabbed to death, what happened to Chengren?"
"have no idea……"
"Director Song is in the yard, why don't you go ask him?"
"I'm not going! If you ask, go!"
"Forget it, wait and see, Aiguo will come and tell you!"
Song Xingzhi did not take the initiative to speak. He felt even more disgusted with Zhong Chengren, and he had no sympathy for his death.
After all, if it weren't for Zhong Chengyi that night, he would have suffered more than just minor injuries.
The most important thing is that Zhong Chengren was willing to kill his own brother, so Song Xingzhi didn't think he would not attack Zhang Chunxue if he got angry.
He has lost all his sanity.
Zhong Aiguo arrived very quickly.
Everyone immediately started asking Zhong Aiguo what was going on.
Zhong Aiguo didn't know whether to say it or not for a moment, so he had to look at Song Xingzhi.
Song Xingzhi nodded slightly.
Zhong Aiguo finally sighed. "Well, the story is simple. Zhong Chengren was the one who tried to steal Chunxue's money, and he was the one who stabbed Chengyi to death. But he was also injured and didn't dare go to the hospital, so he died of an infection."
Everyone was silent for a few seconds, and then there was a burst of exclamations.
"Oh my god! Is this true?"
"How could this be false?"
"That son of a bitch, Zhong Chengren, really deserves it!"
"Forget it, the person is already dead..."
"Alas! Poor Haruyuki!"
Everyone couldn't help but turn their eyes to Song Xingzhi again.
Although Zhang Chunxue married a good man for the second time, her two sons had passed away one after another. What was the point of having a good man? In the end, there was almost no one left to take care of her in her old age!
After all, a man who marries a second time is not as important as his own son!
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