Chapter 389
Su Qing's heart tightened, as Sigui and the other two had returned yesterday.
This news will definitely spread, and by then, both the family of the deceased and the police will probably come looking for us.
Thinking of this, Su Qingci immediately regretted her decision. He didn't know the person, so why was there so much trouble with him?
At the time, I thought that since I had met him and he was a fellow overseas Chinese, and I had picked up his boat and fish, it would be a simple matter for me to help him return to his roots.
I didn't expect that it would implicate Xu Dasheng and his group.
I hope I'm just being overly suspicious, otherwise she might have meant well but ended up doing something bad.
Hidden in the crowd, I watched the police load the bodies one by one into the truck and take them away. The solemn atmosphere on the dock suddenly became much lighter.
Some family members ran after the car crying, and the other onlookers seemed to have no scruples and started talking loudly.
Soon, several versions of the rumor, such as "The wronged soul returns home", "The water ghost looks for a substitute", "The Naihe Bridge on the sea", etc., spread out and quickly swept the entire town.
After seeing the police officers in charge of the case leave, Su Qingci also lowered her head and headed east.
Sigui said that their village was called Yunhai Bay. After getting off the pier and heading east, you would reach it by crossing a mountain.
When they reached a secluded place where no one was around, Su Qingci took out the bicycle that she had received from the farm in Taohua Town.
I rode my bike across the mountains and found the Yunhai Village that Sigui mentioned.
After entering the village, Su Qingci rushed towards the north. Many fishermen heard the noise, looked up at Su Qingci, and then lowered their heads to continue their work.
Their fishing village makes a living by fishing and selling seafood, and there are often merchants coming to the village to collect the goods.
Not to mention those who ride bicycles, there are quite a few people who come by car, so it's nothing strange.
When Su Qingci walked to the north of Yunhai Village, there were only a few scattered adobe houses in front of him. At the door of one of the houses, an old woman was skillfully turning over the dried fish that were hanging out to dry.
Su Qingci spoke in a Cantonese dialect that was neither Western nor Chinese, and asked, "Grandma, may I ask, which family is Sigui from?"
The old lady stopped what she was doing, looked up at Su Qingci, and then pointed towards a tile-roofed house at the edge.
"Well, that's it!"
"Okay, thank you."
"Hey, Sister Su, you're here~"
Su Qingci had just arrived at the door of the tile-roofed house while pushing her bicycle when she met Sigui walking outside with a fishing net in his arms.
When he saw Su Qingci, his eyes suddenly lit up and he quickly stepped forward to greet her enthusiastically.
Without waiting for Su Qingci to speak, Sigui shouted into the room, "Sixiang, come quickly."
"Hey, here they come." A little girl about ten years old ran out hurriedly.
Sigui placed the fishing net in his arms and said, "Mom has already mended this fishing net. Please give it to Aunt Erying."
"Oh, that's good!"
Sigui watched his sister leave with the fishing net, then called Su Qingci into the house.
"Come, Sister Su, I'll push the cart for you, you sit inside!"
Su Qingci looked at the low and dilapidated house in front of her, and heard the two names of Sigui and Sixiang, her heart felt heavy.
Homesickness - the desire to return to one's hometown.
Sixiang---homesickness.
"Sigui, who are you talking to?"
A frail woman with a weathered face walked in from the backyard.
"Mom, this is Sister Su, the kindhearted person I told you about last night. If it weren't for her, I might not have been able to come back this time!"
"Aunt." Su Qingci forced a smile and greeted the woman softly.
"Why."
Liao Fengmei rubbed her hands awkwardly. "I heard Sigui talk about you yesterday. Thank you so much. If Sigui hadn't been so lucky and happened to meet you, I would have... I would have..."
Liao Fengmei choked up as she spoke, and her tired eyes were instantly filled with tears.
Then he put his hands together and raised them towards Su Qingci to bow.
As an uneducated country woman, she could not say anything nice and had no ability to prepare a grand thank-you gift. Facing her son's savior, she really didn't know how to express her gratitude.
Su Qingci was shocked by Liao Fengmei's actions and quickly stepped forward to stop her. "Hey, hey, hey, auntie, there's no need to do this. There's really no need to do this. I didn't help much. It was just a small favor. Yes, it's just a small favor."
"Feng'er, what's wrong?" A weak and worried voice came from the inner room.
He vaguely heard his wife crying and realized that the debt collector had come again. He quickly supported himself on the bed and climbed up, wanting to get out of bed, put on his shoes, and go out to support his wife and children.
Sigui listened to his father's voice and hurried to the room, "Dad, it's okay, it's okay, it's my benefactor who came to visit. Don't worry, come, I'll help you down."
Liao Fengmei warmly invited Su Qingci to sit down, and then, as if she had thought of something, she quickly pulled down a better washcloth hanging at the door, wiped the tables and chairs quickly, and then invited Su Qingci to sit down.
Su Qingci noticed that she secretly took away a tattered rag that was covered with dirt and could not be washed off and was hanging under the table.
Liao Fengmei was also a little embarrassed. It was not that she was concerned about her reputation. Although she washed the rag frequently, the oil stains on it could not be washed off and it looked black.
It was obvious that the little girl came from a wealthy family in the city. If someone saw her, they would probably think she was dirty.
Su Qingci pretended not to notice Liao Fengmei's little action. Liao Fengmei breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and went out to borrow some tea.
Borrowing tea is a very common thing in the village.
Normally, people drink well water, and tea is only made when guests come. Some people always keep a kettle at home with a handful of tea leaves in it, and pour it out directly when they need to drink.
Her family hadn't sold any seafood for a long time, and no buyers had come to their house, so she hadn't made tea for a long time. If she brewed it now, it would not only take a long time, but the freshly brewed tea would also be scalding hot, making it difficult to drink in this hot weather.
So she went to borrow a pot of tea from next door, drank it, refilled it, and returned it to the owner.
Sigui supported his father and walked out carefully, "Dad, come, be careful."
Su Qingci stood up nervously and looked at the other person. A thin man with a half-bent back, supported by Sigui, lowered his head and took small steps as he walked towards the living room.
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