These things happened after the incident in Zhujia Village. The village chief realized that it wouldn't do to be ignorant of the law, so he stumbled and struggled to learn. He dared to pat his chest and guarantee that he was the most knowledgeable village chief in the surrounding villages.
Old Qian murmured twice, but neither spoke nor forced his way in. His feelings for his parents had been almost completely worn down by their constant criticism, insults, and favoritism. Now he was simply here to fulfill his final filial duty.
Perhaps they shouldn't have, but looking at the two old people lying in a pool of blood, they actually felt a sense of relief, as if they had suddenly been freed.
Although they separated their households in the past two years, whenever there is no food left on this side, the old lady will go to their door to curse and cry, disturbing their lives.
From now on, will we no longer have to face these upsetting things? Will we be able to start living a peaceful life for our own little family?
They know they shouldn't think like that, but they just can't help but think about it.
Although their expressions were somber, they couldn't hide the relief in their eyes. Many sharp-eyed old people shook their heads, unsure whether they were lamenting the parents' failure or the children's lack of filial piety.
Sun Kaicheng took a quick look and went back. He was really worried about his wife taking their son alone. He was afraid that his wife would bring their son here. He wasn't superstitious, but this wasn't a good place either. What if the child got scared?
Qian Xiao was patting her son's back to help him burp: "You're back. What happened? I heard someone shouting 'murder'!"
If she weren't afraid of scaring her son, she would have taken him and gone to see the commotion long ago.
Seeing his son leaning on his wife's shoulder, looking at him with his head tilted to the side, their two pairs of almost identical eyes looking at him, he felt a warm feeling in his heart. It was so good that he was really back and had his own little family.
He would occasionally dream about the apocalypse, and he tried hard to suppress the violence that sometimes got out of control. When he first got married, he would often wake up in the middle of the night to touch his wife, afraid that it was all just a dream.
It wasn't until his son was born that he truly felt the reality of it all. Holding the tiny baby in his arms, the last missing piece in his heart was finally filled.
He patted his son's head: "Are you full?"
Little Potato stretched out his little arm and tried to pull his father's hand away from his head, while muttering something unintelligible. Qian Xiao guessed he was swearing.
"You brat, I'm your father, can't I touch you?" The more his son tried to stop him, the more he tried to touch him.
"Gibberish, gibberish," was what Sun Kaicheng heard from his son's baby talk.
Qian Xiao was extremely anxious: "Tell me what happened! Tell me first before you play with your son."
“He killed Qian Wangcai’s parents.” Sun Kaicheng’s words were quite concise.
"What?" Qian Xiao's voice rose instantly in surprise.
Sun Kaicheng anticipated Qian Xiao's loud voice and covered his son's ears beforehand. When Qian Xiao saw this, he quickly lowered his voice and even patted his son's head to call back his soul.
"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid..." Seeing that her son was alright, Qian Xiao didn't dare to raise her voice anymore.
Are you telling the truth?
Sun Kaicheng nodded: "Would I joke about something like this?"
"My God, has Qian Wangcai gone mad? He would have starved to death long ago without his parents. His parents aren't exactly good people, but they've been incredibly devoted to Qian Wangcai. What's he thinking?"
"I think he's really gone mad. The look in his eyes is weird, like he's a psychopath."
That kind of look is often seen in the apocalypse; it's hatred for everyone, as if life itself is painful for them, and they want to destroy everything.
Qian Xiao nodded. He's not even a man anymore; he's probably a pervert by now.
"What should we do then?" In general, as long as there is no murder, the village will handle it on its own. Otherwise, the emergence of a criminal will affect the whole village.
"Call the police, those are two lives," they thought they could just kill indiscriminately in the apocalypse.
"Grandpa must be so worried. Now the villagers can't even hold their heads up when they go out. Nobody knows what could have happened that made Qian Wangcai kill his parents."
Sun Kaicheng shook his head: "Who knows? This matter won't be over anytime soon. But no matter what, Qian Wangcai won't live after killing his own parents."
This news is quite shocking: a son was killed by his own parents, who were the ones who treated him best.
Qian Xiao wished she didn't have to go to work tomorrow, so she could stay and see how things went. Unfortunately, the two of them had to rush back today.
When Grandma Qian came back, she kept saying how unlucky it was that this had to happen today. She should have come back a few days later.
"Grandma, are you all ready?"
"It's all cleaned up. Your second and third aunts will come over and tidy it up when they have time. It's not that dirty. We'll start cooking now. You two should eat and then go back quickly. Don't you have to go to work tomorrow?"
"Don't worry about the kids, they're easy to take care of. They never bother you at night. But let me make it clear, if you're resting, you have to come back and check on them, so they don't forget about you."
"Okay, milk. If it doesn't work, send it back to me."
"Don't worry, Little Potato won't bother you two. Just take good care of yourselves. Don't skip meals while you're working, so Grandma won't have to worry about you."
Grandma Qian's statement was based on fact. Little Potato had never shared a room with his parents since birth. At first, it was because Qian Xiao was a restless sleeper and was always afraid that she would roll over on the baby while she was asleep.
The people who had been working hard for several days looked quite haggard, but they finally got a small bed, so they could finally sleep well. Qian Xiao couldn't hear the child at all when he woke up in the middle of the night, and Sun Kaicheng couldn't handle the child properly, so the child would cry for a while every time he woke up at night.
The grandparents felt sorry for the child, so they simply stopped letting him sleep with the young couple. The little guy was so sweet; after sleeping with the grandparents, he would only wake up twice a night to drink milk at most, without crying at all. He would fall asleep right after eating, so he didn't disturb the grandparents' sleep much.
After their baby turned one month old, Sun Kaicheng and his wife started doing handicrafts. Sometimes they got so engrossed in their work that they forgot to eat and often stayed up late. With such a busy work schedule, they couldn't take good care of their child at all.
"I understand, milk."
"What did they say about Qian Wangcai's family?"
"You beast! Wang Daya (Qian Wangcai's mother's name) doted on Qian Wangcai so much, she practically worshipped him on a wooden board. How could he do that?"
"It's hard to say. Qian Wangcai seems a bit crazy. I don't know if we can get anything out of him. No matter what, we can't let him kill his own parents!"
"I think the remaining children have also been disheartened by those two. Giving them a proper burial would be considered filial piety."
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