Third Uncle's hands suddenly felt empty, and when he saw Liu Liang touching his crutches like a treasure, he felt his face getting hot. It was indeed not allowed to take things belonging to a disabled person.
Liu Jing, leaning on a crutch, went back into the house. Although the room was clean, there was still a very unpleasant smell.
Wu Sijing lay there half-dead, with a needle hanging from the back of her hand.
Liu Liang didn't even think about giving her a second bottle of medicine. She had already been kind enough to her and saved the life of her enemy. If it was Wu Sijing, she would only take her life. How could she save her?
Besides, Wu Sijing doesn’t have such ability now.
When Liu Liang came out, Li Qiang was still squatting outside as usual, holding a cigarette in his hand. Smoke came out of his mouth from time to time, making his face flicker.
"Her vocal cords are burned, and it will be difficult for her to speak in the future."
Li Qiang paused for a moment with his fingers holding the pipe, and then started smoking one puff at a time.
"You'd better not trust her words too much in the future."
Liu Jing finally couldn't bear it anymore. Some people say that Tong has become accustomed to lying, and there is no truth in her mouth.
"Thanks."
Li Qiang spoke in a hoarse voice. When Liu Jing turned around, she saw some water marks sliding down Li Qiang's face.
He was crying.
It seems that he really likes Wu Sijing.
Such a woman is heartless and ungrateful, so his love and tolerance will eventually be wasted, and he will eventually turn an honest man into a domestic violence man. But later she found out that Li Qiang did not really beat Wu Sijing, and most of the injuries were caused by Wu Sijing herself. As for why she did this, she can only ask herself.
The next day, she went to see Wu Sijing again. As expected, good people don't live long, but evil deeds leave a legacy for thousands of years. Wu Sijing was alive, but not in a good way. Her throat was swollen, and she couldn't speak or eat.
From now on, her deceitful little mouth will never be able to tell lies again.
Afterwards, Liu Jing didn't pass out for several days. As long as the person was not dead, she had no obligation to help her heal.
One time, when Aunt Zhou came over, she happened to mention Li Qiang, saying that Li Qiang had beaten his wife, and the couple had a fierce quarrel, threatening to die. No one around them could sleep for most of the night.
Instead of enjoying a good life, he just keeps making trouble.
Aunt Zhou still felt a little uncomfortable when she talked about these things. Li Qiang was not a bad guy either, but he was forced into this state by that woman. He was so honest before, but now he smokes, drinks and beats his wife. Look at what he has become like after being forced into this state. Such women can harm their own men. If they stay in the village, who knows when they will harm others.
However, when she thought about it again, she was not so worried. Fortunately, her leg was broken and she could not do any harm. She was also mute and could not stir up trouble. She would ask her third uncle to talk to the people in the village and ask them to talk less to such a woman in the future. This would save her the trouble of being a bad person because she would take advantage of other people's hearts.
Liu Jing nodded repeatedly. She agreed with Aunt Zhou's statement. Some people just like to make trouble. After making trouble for themselves, they also want to make trouble for others. Now they have really made trouble for themselves. They can only live like this for the rest of their lives. Don't think about it.
that is……
"When can we go down the mountain?"
Liu Jing lazily lay on the table, holding up her chin with one hand. She had been here for three months, more than ninety days, and she missed home very much.
"It looks like the snow won't stop any time soon."
Aunt Zhou sighed, "You might still have to wait. The most snow here was five months in a year, almost the entire winter. This year is relatively good. Although the snow hasn't stopped, it's not heavy."
"Isn't this heavy?" Liu Liang really didn't know what the real heavy snow that Aunt Zhou was talking about was.
She didn't understand what Aunt Zhou meant. Maybe she would have to spend the New Year here, right?
Should she prepare some New Year's goods for herself? It seems that no matter how much she prepares, she won't be able to take them out. However, the New Year still needs some New Year atmosphere, and life also needs some sense of ritual. Now she begins to think about what she should prepare for the New Year and how much she can take out?
It seems like there's a lot that can be taken out.
And now there is almost a month left until the Chinese New Year.
She really hoped that the snow outside would stop before the New Year, and she also hoped that she would have the opportunity to go down the mountain before the New Year, so that she would have the opportunity to go home and spend the New Year at home instead of in such a strange place.
There was only her and a useless big yellow dog.
The snow seemed to be getting heavier. Outside, a big yellow dog was drawing a map of the yard with a broom in its mouth...
The whole village became quiet again, and the only sound that could be heard was the rustling sound of falling snow.
At this time, a man came out of the tent. Soon, his body and hair were covered with snowflakes.
It looked like he wouldn't be able to reach the village today. However, he could already smell the faint scent of fireworks, so he should be able to find the village quickly.
He kept looking at the white snow in front of him until his eyes could no longer bear it, and then he closed his eyes.
Half a day later, he walked back into the tent. Water was boiling in the pot. Because of the fire, it was not too cold inside, and it was even slightly warm.
The phone he placed on the table also rang at this time. This phone was much larger and heavier than an ordinary mobile phone. It was not an ordinary phone, but a satellite phone. There was no signal when walking towards the mountainous area, so the satellite phone could still be used.
He took the satellite phone, found a place to sit down, and answered the call. A voice came from the other end that was extremely familiar. He had heard it for more than 30 years, from childhood to adulthood. Even though the other party had changed gender, he still recognized it.
"Xu Bai?"
"kindness."
Zeng Xubai responded.
"Are you okay over there?"
When Fang Yuan asked this question, he wanted to slap himself in the face. Could things over there be okay? How could it possibly be okay?
"kindness."
Zeng Xubai responded again, "It's snowing heavily outside. I haven't seen such heavy snow in several years." Xingning is a warm city. It used to snow heavily, but in recent years, the snow has become less and less, and of course it is not that cold. During these years, they have always lived in Xingning. Even if they went out, they would go home at this time, because the New Year is approaching, and he may not be able to go back this year.
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