Chapter 202 Case closed! Causes and consequences!
Preface
This was the end of the last century, when the people were tough and had a low level of quality.
As a silent girl walked out of the so-called "green tent" from the cornfield, things gradually unfolded.
The girl's name was Tang Jia. There was bright red blood hanging from her lower body, which had already dried up.
When she walked out of the green tent, she saw a boy with bruises all over his face, slumped on the ground. The two looked at each other and then silently looked away.
Life is always so wonderful, one thing will trigger a chain reaction of another.
The echo of fate, at this moment, is like being thrown into the water, creating ripples one after another.
Time: February 12, 1991.
Pre-summer notes: ['New Year's Eve dinner']
Tang Yu had the New Year’s Eve dinner. After careful calculation, it was probably the second meal he had this year.
His mother's name is Tang Jia and his father is an alcoholic.
Of course, considering the age span, he is more like a grandfather than a father.
He is about... 35 years older than my mother? Probably, maybe more.
And now, he will have his fourth New Year’s Eve dinner soon.
At this time, Tang Yu was in a market.
"Hey, look, is that the daughter of the old Tang family?"
"Which girl?"
"The one who married Old Sun, tsk tsk tsk, a girl in her teens marrying a bachelor in his 50s, do you think there is something wrong with this?"
"I'm telling you, don't tell anyone else, I saw the midwife coming out of Old Tang's house two years ago."
"The timing is definitely wrong. How can a girl have a baby right after getting married? This little girl must have cheated on me!"
"I'm telling you, don't tell anyone else."
There is little entertainment in the country.
Most of the time they just chat after dinner, talking about this or discussing that.
Therefore, Tang Jia became the best entertainment.
Hearing the voice, Tang Jia, with her rough face, showed no expression. She was carrying her child on her back, her body hunched, and she covered her face with a scarf.
Her father followed her.
Or rather, he is not her father, but an old bachelor who is not good-looking, otherwise he would not be a bachelor. His age is more than enough to be her father.
"A bottle of soy sauce and two pounds of pork."
Hearing the voice next to him, Lao Sun said nothing. Ignoring the stall owner's teasing look, he took the things and turned around and walked away silently.
Tang Jia didn't say anything either. She covered her face, carried the child on her back, and followed behind.
Two lines of footprints silently appeared on the white snowflakes.
Two unintersecting footprints intersect because of something, but they cannot last long.
Got back home.
The moment the door closed.
“Bang!”
A crisp sound was heard, and the next second, Tang Jia's cheeks swelled up visibly.
She collapsed to the ground, holding Tang Yu in her arms.
"Bitch!"
"You bastard, you bastard, I knew you had bad intentions!"
Old Sun's face was extremely ferocious, and he kept punching and kicking the body on the ground.
"You didn't have any bleeding on the wedding day. I knew there was something wrong with you. Your whole family has no good intentions!"
Tang Jia didn't say anything.
She still had her face covered with the scarf, and she was lying on the ground, curled up with an expressionless face.
Does it hurt?
pain.
But I'm used to it.
Tang Yu, who was only one year old, was in his mother's arms, looking at her with his ignorant eyes.
He didn't know what his mother was thinking, her expression didn't convey any emotion in her heart.
It's like being dead.
Tang Yu only knew.
Starting today.
He never saw his father again.
February 14th.
The night of the Spring Festival.
Tang Jia cooked a bowl of dumplings silently and ate it alone at the table.
When it got dark, she put on a hat, covered her face with a scarf, and walked on the deserted road.
"Bang."
She knocked on a door, and after a long time a ray of light appeared behind the door, and then the door was pushed open.
A middle-aged man's face appeared in his eyes.
This is Tang Guo. He saw the dark figure standing at the door and was silent for a long moment.
Finally, he took a puff of his cigarette and made way.
Neither of them said anything, but it seemed like they said something.
From then on.
Tang Jia returned to the old house.
February 4, 1992.
Tang Guo moved.
On the day of the Spring Festival, he moved to an uninhabited farmland and set up a simple shed there.
The shed was quite big at that time, with three rooms, one for Tang Jia and Tang Hong each, and one for the old couple.
night.
During the New Year’s Eve dinner.
The family ate in silence, the noisy fireworks outside the window seemed to have nothing to do with them.
Tang Guo had a wound on his face. He always fought with some women when he was outside. This happened frequently.
Only Tang Hong.
Tang Hong is very beautiful. She is wearing a small skirt. Although it is very cheap, she still looks very beautiful.
She is a little girl.
It's normal for little girls to love beauty.
At this moment, beside the silent New Year's Eve dinner, the young Tang Hong was lying in front of the window, her clear eyes reflecting the gorgeous fireworks.
1993.
A few things happened this year.
Tang Yu still remembers that it was a summer.
In the summer, it is so hot that people in the city will take advantage of the noisy atmosphere to find a cool place, hold a temple fair, or other festivals.
In the countryside, people would take advantage of this period to harvest wheat.
Tang Yu remembered that it was in a wheat field.
"Your mother and I will go to the city to buy some saplings. You guys should harvest the wheat at home."
Tang Guo took a puff of his pipe, and with a face that looked like he was in his sixties, he rode his No. 3 bike slowly out.
Tang Jia nodded silently, and Tang Hong beside her pouted.
In fact, the age difference between them is not that big.
He is only three or four years older, but from the looks of it, it seems like he is twenty years younger.
In the afternoon when harvesting wheat.
Tang Hong ran away quietly.
There was a temple fair in the city, and the lively atmosphere had an incomparable attraction to the young her.
She had a lot of fun at the temple fair.
But when the temple fair was over, she felt uneasy again and felt uneasy all the way.
When Tang Hong stepped into the muddy path and saw the rain water on the ground, she was suddenly terrified.
It's raining.
These three words are extremely devastating to farmers harvesting wheat.
When she got home, she found that her father had already returned.
He had another scar on his face. He was sitting silently at the table. When he heard the door open, he looked up.
"Did you harvest the wheat this afternoon?"
It was just one sentence from her father, but it made Tang Hong feel uneasy inside.
In a trance, she said in a trembling voice: "I... I accepted it."
There was silence in the room for a while.
Suddenly.
“Bang!”
Tang Guo suddenly picked up the broom and hit Tang Jia with it.
The sudden change caught no one off guard.
Tang Hong was stunned.
During the time he was stunned, Tang Guo hit him more than ten times. Tang Jia's face, body, and even his calloused and rough hands were all covered with bruises.
Tang Hong was frightened by this sudden change and started crying, and quickly lay on her father.
"I didn't take it, I didn't take it, sorry, I didn't take it!"
The mother was trying to mediate the fight, while Tang Hong was begging.
But Tang Guo still didn't stop his hand. Tang Jia remained silent and said nothing, allowing himself to be beaten with the stick.
After a moment, Tang Guo's eyes turned red and he threw away the broom in his hand.
Suddenly, he slapped himself in the face again.
“Bang!”
The crisp sound continued in his ears. Tang Guo slapped himself in the face again and again.
He slapped very loudly, as if he was not hitting someone else.
It was not until a long time later that he stopped.
The whole family was crying.
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Young Tang Yu, his mother, Tang Hong, only Tang Jia and Tang Guo did not cry, but just remained silent.
Tang Yu didn't know why he hit his mother.
He thought it should be wheat, or maybe wheat. It would be best if it was wheat.
The next day, Tang Guo went to the market. He bought a dress in the size that his eldest daughter would wear, and some meat, which he could not eat on weekdays.
Dongguk's father is always like this.
They always have a kind of awkward dignity and will never apologize with the cheapest verbal words, but instead use some awkward ways.
He felt that perhaps in this way, the other party would be able to forgive him a little.
When Tang Guo was holding a fan of pork.
When Tang Guo returned home with a dress.
He found out.
There were a bunch of police standing at the door.
Tang Guo walked forward, the village chief looked at him, his lips moved for a moment, and said:
"Your daughter is dead."
Tang Guo stood there in a daze.
“Bang!”
The pork in his hand fell to the ground.
February 8, 1994.
This is the fourth New Year’s Eve dinner that Tang Yu is about to eat.
He hasn't seen his mother since last year. Instead, he has seen Tang Hong, who always looks at him and cries.
Tang Hong was no longer wearing a skirt, and her fair and tender hands were now covered with calluses.
She was wearing rubber shoes and durable jeans. She was sitting at the table, eating in silence.
Tang Guo became a mute.
No one in this world ever heard him speak a word again, and he became a mute.
But it seems different.
Probably because it’s the 9th, before New Year’s Eve.
When Tang Guo opened the door with the fillings he needed, he saw his wife.
The other party was hanging on the beam.
This was the scene when Tang Guo opened the door. He was holding his wife's body, collapsed on the ground, pinching the other person's philtrum. He looked helpless, his eyes full of confusion and bewilderment, and he kept holding his wife's body.
This is the most special New Year’s Eve dinner.
In other words, this is a feast.
The funeral was very simple. No villagers were invited to dinner, only a few relatives were invited.
The relatives didn't dare to speak and the funeral was very peaceful.
Then came the fifth, sixth, and seventh New Year’s Eve dinner.
Tang Hong is very nice to Tang Yu.
There were delicious food, fun things, beautiful things, anything she could get, and she gave it all to Tang Yu.
She was almost two different people.
I no longer go to temple fairs or dress myself up beautifully.
Busy working on the farm all day.
She loves working.
One day's work will be more tiring than that of other people in several days. Even if you work to exhaustion, you will continue working after a short rest.
She has been harvesting the wheat that was not harvested that year.
It took her nearly ten years to harvest all the wheat on two acres of land.
The originally slim girl gradually became bloated on the farmland.
Delicate skin becomes rough.
The beautiful appearance gradually becomes ordinary.
She became an ordinary rural woman.
The only thing that was unusual was never being married.
I thought life would go on like this. Until...
“Your child is autistic.”
"Did you receive any stimulation during your childhood?"
In the building filled with pungent smells, Tang Yu was immersed in his own world.
Beside him were Tang Guo and Tang Hong, who were at a loss, and in front of him was a doctor in a white coat with a frown on his face.
“What is autism?”
"Well, it's a psychological disease, which is generally classified as congenital. If he didn't encounter any exciting things when he was young, maybe it's congenital."
Hearing this, Tang Hong despaired.
She carried Tang Yu out of the hospital, sat on the side of the road, and kept wiping her tears.
The two acres of wheat fields in my heart are endless.
Tang Guo's face was pale and his head was dizzy. He squatted on the side of the road smoking a pipe.
2003, early year.
In Jiangsan City.
The doctor said going out for fun can help treat autism.
So Tang Hong took Tang Yu out.
Young Tang Yu didn't know what his illness meant.
He only knew that from that day on, he kept changing so-called hospitals.
Tang Hong's life became increasingly difficult.
One day.
It's snowing and the world is covered in white.
Tang Yu stood in the snow, immersed in his own world and having a great time.
Tang Yu suddenly froze. He stood in front of a glass cabinet, looking at a doll on display inside. Surprisingly, he lay on it, staring silently with eyes wide open.
Tang Hong hurriedly asked about the price, but those numbers seemed so astronomical that she couldn't breathe.
But the poor have their own ways.
She saved some money.
He sold his blood again and exchanged it for some things. After selling the things to the convenience store, he finally raised enough extra money to buy the doll.
As she headed to the hospital with the doll.
An urn came into view.
Tang Guo had no idea how many times he had eaten New Year’s Eve dinner.
But it seems like decades have passed since I had the New Year’s Eve dinner in my last life.
He remembered that the last time they had a New Year's Eve dinner was when Tang Hong and Tang Jia were about seven or eight years old, hanging on his legs and accompanying him to pay New Year's greetings. How wonderful it was at that time.
Two little lumps of flesh, very lively and warm, everyone who sees them likes them very much.
At that time, he was full of energy.
He took care of the farm and worked outside, earning a lot of money to support his two daughters in school.
The food tasted so delicious back then.
Not like now.
It tastes a bit bitter.
“Click~”
"Gurgle~"
2004.
On the evening of January 24th.
Xu Hao stood in the simple shed.
He looked at Tang Guo who drank the pesticide and fell into silence for a long time.
The fireworks are still blooming outside.
These are fireworks from some villagers in Shuangyue Village.
Perhaps some of them have already forgotten what happened decades ago.
Yes, it's just some words.
If I can't forget, how could there be such gorgeous fireworks in the sky?
'New Year's Eve Dinner Case' [Case closed! ]
(End of this chapter)