"Don't worry, I'm not a fool." Du Siming looked at Du Jiang speechlessly. "Do you think that Third Uncle is so unreliable?"
"What do you think?" Du Jiang rolled his eyes. "When the incident first broke out, who was it that insisted on going to the old village chief with a kitchen knife to fight him? If we hadn't stopped him, the grass on your grave would have been so tall."
When talking about what happened back then, Du Siming felt a little guilty and could only keep silent in the face of his sharp-tongued niece.
Du Jiang didn't intend to let him go, "The old village chief's men have also learned their lesson. In the past few years, you two have been on two parallel lines. Uncle San, you'd better not get involved." Then Du Jiang pursed his lips and said uncertainly, "Although Aunt Cui's words can convince Dachuan, I don't think Wuchuan will be able to succeed. In addition, Wuchuan's marriage is not happy, I'm afraid there will be more trouble."
Du Siming pondered this and said, "You mean let me just sit back and watch how Wuchuan will act."
"If you don't strike, it's fine. But if you strike, you'll definitely hit the target," Old Man Huo concluded calmly. "Siming, you may not be able to do anything, but the old village chief has been running this place for many years, and his connections are complex. If you don't strike well, you won't stand a chance. Back then, those few people were sent to the family compound but couldn't get close to the old village chief. I don't think I'll be able to do the same this time."
After being told this by Du Jiang and Old Man Huo, Du Siming gave up and said reluctantly, "Okay, then I'll let that old guy go for now. He's really gone far."
Du Jiang looked at Du Siming's indignant look, exchanged a glance with the old couple Huo, and changed the subject to divert Du Siming's attention. Wuchuan, who had returned home at this time, was not so happy.
Perhaps it was because Aunt Cui's words just now had deeply touched her, or perhaps it was a huge difference from what she had known since childhood. When Wuchuan returned home, she looked a little lonely. Seeing Dachuan and Dachuan's wife, she felt very upset. She wanted to persuade them but didn't know how.
Especially Okawa, knowing that this matter had been weighing on his sister's heart for more than ten years, it would be difficult for her to accept the sudden reversal.
"Wuchuan, don't be sad. Now that we have talked it out, you can live your life well from now on." Dachuan patted Wuchuan on the shoulder and gave his wife a look.
Receiving the look, Dachuan's wife echoed, "Yes, people always have to look forward, Wuchuan, you can't keep dwelling on the past. It's not good for you. We are all worried about you. You still have a long time to live, so you still have to look forward."
"Brother, sister-in-law, you two should go back first. I want to be alone." After a long while, Wuchuan spoke slowly. His voice was a little low and hoarse, and he was weak. He was very sad to hear it. He wanted to say something comforting, but his wife held his hand. She said, "Okay, Wuchuan, you lie down first. Your brother and I will go home first and come back this afternoon."
Even though Okawa looked reluctant, he was still forcefully pulled away by his wife.
Okawa: "Why are you pulling me? I haven't finished talking yet."
Dachuan's wife: "Whatever you say, this matter needs to be digested. After all, Wuchuan has suffered for so many years. Can a few words from Aunt Cui make it go away?"
Okawa: "Then what do you say we should do?"
Dachuan's wife said, "Aunt Cui's words are impeccable, whether they are true or false. When my mother died, only Wuchuan was at home, so this matter depends on what Wuchuan does. Dachuan, you are not a child anymore, and we have our own family. The other party is no longer someone we can reach, and we can't convict him based on just a few words."
Okawa's first reaction to this was, "My sister couldn't possibly be lying."
Dachuan's wife held her forehead and said tiredly, "I know, but Aunt Cui's words don't sound false, and they are well-founded, just like she said herself. If Wuchuan is really like that, then how could the other party just watch their own flesh and blood being bullied? This is not like the style of the old village chief. Have you forgotten the grain robbery incident a few years ago?"
After hearing what his wife said, Dachuan shut his mouth and his mind started to get confused. For a moment, he didn't know whether to believe Wuchuan or Aunt Cui who was so sure of her words.
Looking at Dachuan's troubled expression, Dachuan's wife sighed and said with a bit of fatigue, "What's going on? Forget it, let's go home first. We still have to go to the fields to eliminate insects in the afternoon."
"Let's go back first," Okawa nodded, and walked back with his wife with drooping shoulders.
Wuchuan turned her head to look at the empty yard, knowing that her brother and sister-in-law had already left. She got up and slowly went back to the house. Zuo Qingfeng was not in the house, but Wuchuan didn't care. She closed the door and walked to the bed and squatted down. Then she reached out and took out a loose brick from the wall. She used her slender arm to take out an oil roll hidden inside, and then put the brick back to its original state.
Standing up and sitting on the edge of the bed, Wuchuan slowly unfolded the oil-skin scroll, revealing a letter written in blood and a gold ring inside. Her slender fingers gently stroked the letter in blood. Wuchuan's eyes were confused at first and then determined. She solemnly stuffed the things into her trouser pocket, stood up and walked out.
When passing by the kitchen, Wuchuan turned his head to look at Zuo Qingfeng, who was resting on the straw-covered floor inside the house. "Did you fall in love with me because of Aunt Cui?"
Zuo Qingfeng in the room didn't know whether he was asleep or didn't hear anything, there was no response at all.
Wuchuan stood there for a while and then left without looking back.
After Wuchuan left, Zuo Qingfeng slowly stood up by supporting himself on the ground. He turned his head and looked outside the door with a puzzled expression at the place where Wuchuan had just stood. Then he sighed softly, "It is karma indeed. This is the price I have to pay." Then he slowly lay down again, folded his hands on his chest, and closed his eyes peacefully.
At this time, Wuchuan was walking on the road to the town, his steps heavy but firm. Scenes of the past passed before his eyes like a silent movie. Looking at the familiar appearance of his parents in his memory, Wuchuan's pace became faster.
When he arrived at the police station, Wuchuan took out the blood letter and the gold ring. Because Wuchuan's report involved two lives, it immediately attracted attention. The promoted police officers Duan and Zhang received Wuchuan again. Looking at the three words "Dujia Village" on the interrogation notes, the two looked at each other and became more serious.
"It happened twenty years ago. My mother came here to escape famine. After her marriage to the old village chief failed, she married my father. My father was a hunter. After marriage, she gave birth to four older brothers before I was born. But I am not my father's child. My biological father is the old village chief. When my father went up the mountain to hunt, the old village chief got drunk and broke into my house. He was later discovered by my father. He fell off a cliff after going up the mountain one time. My mother was in poor health after giving birth and passed away a few years later. During that time, the old village chief kept harassing my mother..." Wuchuan spoke slowly, but every word was clear. From the moment Wuchuan started speaking, the pen in Police Officer Zhang's hand never stopped.
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