New Year, New Atmosphere
"..." Wen Meng and Lao San looked at each other in bewilderment. Why did this woman not follow the routine when she first came? It didn't make sense that the performance they had rehearsed for several days would be seen through by someone at a glance.
Seeing that he would be stuck there and exposed if he didn't say anything, Wen Meng reacted quickly and slapped the little boy hard: "Why are you yelling? I'm going to kill you today!" As he said that, he picked up the little boy's clothes and was about to throw him onto the electric fence!
“Stop!” Wang Li, the mother who was hiding in the dark and had two more scenes to go on, saw her son about to be thrown into the electric fence and hurriedly ran out to stop them: “Let go, let go!”
"Mom!" This cry was much more real than the howling just now.
From the moment they arrived on the twelfth floor, Jiang Miao could tell at a glance that this was a performance and watched their performance at leisure.
"Bitch!" Wen Meng was originally a street thug who earned his fortune. He always spoke and acted in a scoundrelly manner. Seeing that someone was resisting, he became furious and started to beat up everyone, big and small.
Yan Jiaqing hurriedly stopped Fu Hui who wanted to rush out to protect his wife and children, and whispered: "We can't fail at the last minute and let my sister-in-law and children get beaten in vain. Don't be impatient! Don't be impulsive!"
Fu Hui watched his wife holding the child in agony as she was beaten and kicked by two grown men. Thinking about the predicament at home where there was nothing to eat, he hardened his heart and turned his head away.
To be honest, this corridor is not small, but there are clearly only four people in front of me. The sour smell of not having taken a bath for a long time filled the entire corridor, and mixed with the smell of blood, it was so strong that it made people want to vomit.
Jiang Miao couldn't help but frown as he saw the punches hitting the flesh more and more realistically. The woman who was protecting the child refused to let go even though her nose and mouth were bleeding.
Before the end of the world, there were many black-hearted human traffickers who specialized in trafficking women and children, beating and scolding them until they became disabled, and then dumping them on the streets to gain sympathy and earn money by begging.
Such bad behavior happens at all times.
"Stop." Jiang Miao spoke, but no one paid any attention to her.
This feeling of bullying the weak released Wen Meng's perverted and violent anti-human factor. His head was filled with blood and he couldn't hear anything, and every punch and kick released malice.
Fists hit him one after another, and when he was about to die, Jiang Miao's eyes were cold. He put on the arrow from his sleeve and shot it at Wen Meng's thigh through the iron railing.
"I said, stop it."
The intense pain finally made Wen Meng regain some consciousness. Looking at the two wounded women and children under his command, he did not feel a trace of apology in his heart. He slapped them again with his backhand: "I can beat you if I want to. Why should I listen to you!"
"If you don't want to listen, forget it." Seeing that he finally stopped beating after a slap, Jiang Miao put down his arm calmly: "It's just that you are too noisy, I need to rest."
Damn, what a cold woman!
Wen Meng was furious, holding his bleeding thigh and yelling: "You have a heart made of stone, right? There are people like you in society. Have you ever been to jail or killed someone before? Your heart is as hard as iron. Don't be a human in your next life, be a dog, you shit-eating dog!"
Jiang Miao was annoyed by people with foul mouths, so he raised his sleeve arrow and shot another arrow. However, the man reacted quickly and pulled Wang Li to his chest the moment Jiang Miao raised his hand to shoot.
"Ah!" The sleeve arrow pierced Wang Li's shoulder blade. Fu Hui couldn't bear it anymore and rushed forward to hug his wife and children: "Wife! Xiaohang!"
Looking at the large patches of blood on Wang Li's chest, Wen Meng felt a little apologetic: "I'm sorry, brother, I was just too quick. If you want to blame someone, blame the woman on the other side for being too cruel."
The way things had turned out was a far cry from what they had expected, but all the deviations were blamed on the 'unsympathetic' Jiang Miao.
In Wen Meng's opinion, if this woman had compassion, she should have rescued the mother and son, and the bloody incident would not have happened.
Anyway, all the faults are others', he himself is not at fault at all.
Fu Hui prostrated himself on the ground and cried, "Wife!! It's me who hurt you. I don't have the ability to protect you!"
In this matter, Jiang Miao personally thought that anyone with a little bit of intelligence could see that the culprit was the man who dragged his wife to take the blame, and she was at most an accomplice, at least she would not be the first to be held accountable with tears streaming down her face.
But suddenly, the husband opposite changed the subject and pointed the finger at the person behind the iron gate, without saying a word about Wen Meng who had pulled someone to take the blame.
"You are a heartless woman who killed my wife, you murderer! You executioner! Wife! Wake up, wife. We said we would have a second child after the Chinese New Year. How are Xiaohang and I going to survive if you die, wife!" He then yelled at Jiang Miao, "You must pay for your life, and you must pay for your debts! If you don't compensate me with my wife's life, I will never give up on you in this life."
"..." This wave, this wave is the real purpose is revealed, he really wants to squeeze out the last bit of value from his wife, he will not be satisfied if he doesn't get something from her, right?
Jiang Miao had nothing to say, so he turned around and closed the door.
Want to threaten her with a life for a life to hand over the supplies? Sorry, maybe I'll consider it if the knife is stuck in her neck.
The audience left the venue. No matter how the people outside shouted and cried, it was of no use. As the sun was about to rise and the temperature was about to rise, the group had to evacuate from the 12th floor in anger.
"Damn it, this woman is so hard-hearted and won't give in to any persuasion." Wen Meng seemed a little anxious. It was very hot at night with a temperature of nearly 60 degrees and he was hit by an arrow. He was panting heavily and ordered Yan Jiaqing to open the door as if he was going to his own home.
Yan Jiaqing had no choice but to do as he was told. His grandmother was the eldest daughter of a landlord family and had studied abroad. Although their family fell into poverty after the four pests campaign, the little wealth their ancestors had was buried in the mountains. It was not until the reform and opening up that they secretly took it out and built up these assets bit by bit.
Wen Meng sat lazily on the golden nanmu coffee table next to the sofa: "Why does your house look so shabby? The wooden tables and chairs are all dusty. They are not as good-looking as the post-modern design of Old Fu's house."
Fu Hui, who was frustrated and had not gotten any benefit, came in with his wife and child. There was no water or medicine to clean the wound, so he could only hold the dying Wang Li and cry: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have been greedy for that little thing. I failed to protect you and the child. I'm sorry for my incompetence."
The child was beaten and frightened silly. He slowly recovered after reaching a safe place. He looked at his mother, crying loudly and begging her not to die.
Wen Meng felt guilty, and although he thought their quarrel was annoying, he didn't say anything: "Third brother, come and help me pull out the arrow."
The sleeve arrow was fifteen centimeters long, and the arrowhead and the wooden shaft were five or six centimeters deep in the flesh. I could endure the pain and go downstairs before it was pulled out. But when it was pulled out, the pain was excruciating. The sharp horizontal corner was pulled out along with the broken flesh, and the howling sounded throughout the whole building.
As Wen Meng was a big shot in the neighborhood, he naturally had medicine at home. However, Wang Li died soon due to excessive blood loss and high temperature infection.
"Don't be sad, brother. I didn't cry when my grandma passed away. She said she went to heaven and it was good that she didn't have to suffer here anymore."
Yan Jiaqing comforted them dryly, mainly because he wanted them to leave quickly. It was going to be dawn soon, the temperature was rising, and the scorching sun was shining on the earth. If they didn't leave now, they would not be able to leave. Did they want to stay in their home for another day?
Feeling the host's order to leave, Fu Hui said nothing, picked up his wife's body and child and left Building 6.
He knew who the culprit was, but threatening the people inside might get him some supplies. What was the point of blaming Wen Meng, that little thug? Was he going to get beaten up again?
But at least a clay man has some blood in his veins. He killed his wife and still called him a brother. It was not only an insult to him, but also a step on his face! Fu Hui remembered this incident in his heart. It is never too late for a gentleman to take revenge. There will always be a day when Wen Meng will fall into his hands!
There was a group of jackals, tigers and leopards guarding outside the house, so Jiang Miao reduced the time she spent outside. She also put domestic garbage in sealed bags and temporarily stored them in the garbage area in the space. Anyway, her space was infinitely large, so it didn't matter if it was thousands or tens of thousands of meters away from the main supplies.
The days staying at home are long and short. A day passes in the blink of an eye, and New Year’s Day soon passes.
The whole human race had a miserable year this year. The municipal government took out the colorful decorations from previous years and decorated the streets a bit. Looking down from the tall windows, there was barely a bit of a New Year atmosphere.
Counting from her previous life, Jiang Miao had not truly celebrated the Spring Festival for a long time, but this was the first year of her rebirth, and it was also the year when her family reunited after rescuing her parents' urns. Jiang Miao specially tuned in to the Spring Festival Galas of previous years, and with a joyous voice, she poured three glasses of wine.
——The bottle of aged Moutai that my second uncle stole from the Jiang family’s old house.
"Dad, Mom." Jiang Miao raised his glass. "First of all, thank you for giving me this necklace as my 18th birthday gift. Without it, I would have died in my previous life. I wouldn't have survived until the eighth year, and I wouldn't have had the chance to be reborn again. Thank you."
"Secondly, I want to reassure you that your previously spoiled and ignorant daughter has grown up and is capable of protecting herself." She placed the wine glass in front of a plate of red fish: "You see, I can cook now, but it's a pity that you didn't get to eat the meal cooked by my daughter, and I didn't have the time to honor you."
As she spoke, Jiang Miao's eyes became wet unconsciously. She hadn't cried for a long time. In the end times, tears were the most useless thing. She had cried enough in the first two years.
But today, on a day like this when the whole family is reunited, she still felt a bit lonely for no reason. It was a sudden feeling, but it was also a kind of loneliness that made it absolutely impossible for her to find someone to spend the Spring Festival with her.
Humans are always social animals. No matter how hard-hearted or heartless one is, one will always feel lonely when alone.
Jiang Miao set out three sets of bowls and chopsticks. If he liked the food himself, he would give some to his parents. The New Year's Eve dinner ended with cheerful skits and crosstalk.
The clock strikes twelve, and accompanied by the host's passionate speech, the new year is about to begin.
Jiang Miao brought the wine glass and the rice bowl into the space and placed them on the bed in her parents' bedroom, next to the two urns that were leaning against each other. She wanted to wait until the natural disaster was over and she had settled down, and then find a blessed land surrounded by mountains and rivers for her parents to live without worries forever.
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The temperature in January and February fluctuated around 70 degrees. After the New Year, the temperature was completely stabilized below 70 degrees. Jiang Miao was eager to study and gain knowledge. He estimated that he should be able to withstand the high temperature of 49 degrees during strenuous exercise, so he quietly put on a baseball cap and went out to the city library.
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