Chapter 321 Do you agree to marry another woman?
Sister Fang's heart was in her throat. It took her a long while to speak. "Miss He was drunk last night. She wasn't at home. Where was she? The eldest master told me not to let her get out of bed."
Liang Chihui opened the lid of the cigarette box, took out a cigarette with his teeth, lit it with his right hand, controlled the steering wheel with his left hand, drove out of the traffic flow, and pulled over.
"Let her answer the phone. I'll ask her what she wants to eat."
Sister Fang was stunned, "Ms. He..."
"She has slept for a whole day and is sober now. She is just being lazy. You should wake her up." Liang Chihui insisted on talking on the phone.
Sister Fang realized that she could no longer hold it in. "Miss He is out."
The rows of trees along the road cast endless shade, and the wind blowing in through the window made his face look cold.
The vast and chaotic white frost swept up, covering his chest and freezing him with a roar.
Liang Chihui clenched the car keys so tightly that his knuckles cracked and his thin lips turned pale.
She wanted him to lose, to be defeated, and even to die.
I will not stop until I bring him down.
Liang Chihui turned off the phone and stepped on the accelerator. The Bentley rushed into the empty alley like an arrow from a bow, and braked dangerously half a meter away from a wall.
There is no one living there, only red walls and gray tiles, it is quiet and lonely.
There was a rectangular piece of sky on the roof of the car. A wild pigeon from the suburbs of Beijing flew by and screamed, and his breath shuddered.
An irregular black hole was burned into the passenger seat's leather seat by a discarded cigarette butt.
It also burned a hole in his heart.
The fire got bigger and bigger, and there was no bottom.
......
Erya's father cooked a table of dishes to entertain He Sang and Liang Jishen.
After three rounds of drinks, when Tong Da was mentioned, Old Li told the whole story in a confused manner.
"Tong Da... He and Xiaorong got married on New Year's Day in 2009. He accompanied his wife to Lijia Village during the Spring Festival, his parents-in-law's birthday, and never showed up again. He's a coward, ugly, and stingy with money. He comes from a poor family. His younger brother, Tong Er, was born blind in his left eye and injured his leg while working on a construction site, leaving him severely lame. His nickname is 'the blind cripple.' Which girl would want to marry Tong Er? Tong Da worked tirelessly to save money. It's said that he went to Gannan to buy a wife. Those were tense times, with police visiting every household to check household registration. Tong Da was afraid of getting into trouble, so he didn't dare to buy."
"Is he good to his wife?"
"Good!" Old Li gave a thumbs-up. "He ate steamed buns and plain water at the construction site, and his salary was mailed home. The boss of Guanghe Group was very generous and gave out bonuses after the project was completed. He spent 5,000 yuan to buy Xiaorong a gold necklace, and he patched up his own torn shoes instead of buying new ones. So even though the Tong family was poor, Xiaorong followed him wholeheartedly."
Old Li patted Erya on the shoulder and said, "I've told you, Erya, our family has a lot of savings and a wedding house in the county. I'll give you ten pigs and ten sheep as a dowry. It's all about the man loving Erya."
He Sang glanced at Erya, who blushed with embarrassment.
Liang Jishen was picking up dishes absentmindedly, while Old Li kept chattering about other things, such as the village's family affairs.
"Old Li is helping his daughter find a husband." He Sang nudged him with his elbow.
He came back to his senses and asked, "What kiss?"
"And your marriage."
Liang Jishen put his arm behind her back and pinched her waist as punishment.
He Sang felt itchy, giggled, and twisted his body.
Her knee hit the edge of the table, and with a "bang", the bowl of soup fell over. Liang Jishen pulled her away and picked up a rag to wipe the soup on the table.
"Uncle Li, do you have a photo of Tong Da?"
Old Li rummaged through the drawers and pulled out a yellowed old photo. Liang Jishen took it and frowned as he examined it. "Is this Tong Da?"
"It was him. I attended his wedding banquet with Xiaorong. It was a twelve-table buffet, hosted by Aunt Xiaorong. I remember it correctly."
He Sang looked at the man in the photo. He was a little over 1.7 meters tall, wearing a plaid T-shirt, jeans, a shaved head, small eyes and a big nose. His appearance was below average.
"He also has old Beijing cloth shoes." She looked at Liang Jishen again, "You have the same style. This style is quite classic and has been produced for thirteen years."
Liang Jishen returned the photo to Old Li and said, "Thank you very much."
The meal ended at dusk. He Sang took advantage of Old Li's inattention and left a wad of money on the TV cabinet as meal payment.
Erya stood outside the courtyard gate and watched Liang Jishen leave until his narrow and empty figure slowly disappeared at the end of the cornfield, still reluctant to let him go.
Across the lush cornfield is the stone bridge at the entrance of the village.
The villagers are having lunch at this moment, and the bridge is quiet. Occasionally, a breeze blows by, carrying the smell of grass and fields.
Liang Jishen knew that in order to find out Tong Da's hiding place, he had to monitor Li Xiaorong 24 hours a day.
The Tongs are deeply in love, and Li Xiaorong will not betray her husband just to protect herself.
On the contrary, she would protect Tong Da at all costs.
Even when her cousin Li Xiaohui came forward and begged her to tell her where Tong Da was, she couldn't get her mouth to open.
Tong Da was stained with blood and shouldered a sinful debt, but in the heart of his wife Li Xiaorong, he was a hardworking and considerate husband. Li Xiaorong did not care about the outside world's views or the law. She was stubborn and only cared about her husband's safety.
Go to jail and pay with your life.
For a simple rural woman who longs for family warmth, it is a devastating ending.
"What are you thinking about?"
Liang Jishen raised his head, and He Sang tiptoed forward along the stone steps along the bank of the stream.
"Behave yourself." He said sternly, "If you fall down, you'll drown."
"Can't you swim? Save me."
"I won't save you." He stretched out his long legs and stepped over the stone slabs. "Your second brother will save you."
He Sang smiled and narrowed his eyes, "I am a Liang family member. You saved it for your second brother. After you go home, your second brother will thank you personally."
Liang Jishen squatted down, scooped up a handful of water, and splashed it at her sideways.
She screamed and instinctively covered her face. Liang Jishen's palms were big and broad, and he scooped up a lot of water, which splashed onto her collar, leaving a large stain.
"If you keep talking nonsense, I'll throw you into the water." He had just straightened up when He Sang pushed his back with both hands. The man was caught off guard, stumbled violently, and fell into the stream.
"He Sang--" He was tall, and the stream water only covered his abdomen, but the buoyancy was too strong, so he couldn't get up for a while.
She dragged the bamboo raft to the shore and slid into the water.
It is used by villagers to catch fish. It is not a professional tool. It is made of ten thick wooden stakes tied together and can bear the weight of one or two adults.
The stream is shallow at the edge and has a whirlpool in the middle. It is deep enough to swallow a man of 1.8 meters tall. Some brave villagers go there to bathe, catch fish, and play. When they have no strength to swim, they lie on the bamboo raft and float back little by little.
He Sang carefully stepped on a wooden stake, and his whole body swayed and swung in the water.
The bamboo raft waded through the water, ups and downs. It was frail and could not withstand the bumps. In Liang Jishen's eyes, every bump was thrilling.
"You sit sideways and hold on to the bow and stern of the raft." He was always calm, but there was an imperceptible tremor in his voice.
“It’s crooked…”
"Pull your left leg back."
He Sang moved slowly, halfway down the raft, when the bottom of the boat shook. A large fish swam past and leaped up. Her limbs went stiff, fearing the raft would leak. Her peripheral vision followed the fish, "Is this fish edible?"
When Liang Jishen fell into the water, he subconsciously raised his hand. His cell phone was intact. He threw it accurately onto the bamboo raft, and He Sang held it.
She was surrounded by rippling waves, and the fragmented sunset reflected silver light, covering her face, lively eyebrows, and thick white skin. She was light, warm, and extremely warm, like a ball of scorching, rich flame, burning everything here.
Liang Jishen opened his arms and welcomed her, "He Sang."
She could no longer glide. The leaves in the countryside stirred up a strong wind, and the water waves began to change direction and flow upstream. He Sang drifted farther and farther away until she returned to her original position.
"If someone has a way to solve all the problems of Guanghe Group, and he asks me to marry another woman, will you agree?"
He Sang knew what answer he wanted to hear and deliberately angered him, "I agree."
Liang Jishen's temples were bulging with veins, "He Sang!"
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