Feng Yijia sat on the grass and waited for about an hour before he saw a military green truck coming from the distance.
As the car got closer, the face of the person standing on the truck bed became clearer.
Feng Yijia stared at them for a long time before recognizing Meng Yun and Meng Yu.
He suddenly burst into laughter.
These two people were really different from any she had seen before.
The dashing and successful people I met when I was a ghost were nothing like them now.
There was an unknown liquid on his head that had dried halfway due to the wind, and his face and body were covered with messy stains and blood.
It is obvious that he has been treated harshly by righteous people.
The only word to describe the whole situation is "miserable".
But it’s miserable in a good way, miserable in a wonderful way!
The belated retribution has finally arrived!
The car drove slowly and soon entered the densely populated town streets, where its shadow could no longer be seen.
The smile on Feng Yijiajia's face never faded. Looking at the sky above his head which was getting darker and darker, he didn't feel so disgusted anymore.
She didn't squeeze in to watch the public trial, but just sat there looking at the dense crowd over there, listening to the noise with her ears perked up.
At the beginning, there was a lot of noise, but then it gradually quieted down and the sound of the village loudspeakers with unclear sound quality began to come out.
A thick, hoarse male voice listed the names and crimes of all the death row prisoners one by one.
Then he emphasized that the law is vast and nothing can escape it, and educated everyone to be peaceful and do their jobs properly, and not to do anything illegal or criminal.
After a long babble, the long-awaited gunshots rang out one after another.
The dull and monotonous sound of gunfire, "Bang! Bang!", symbolizes death.
To Feng Yijia, the sound was more beautiful than the singing of orioles and nightingales, making her feel relaxed and happy from body to soul.
Revenge was finally taken.
Several lives were lost amid the deafening gunfire.
The dark clouds that had been hanging over our heads for most of the day finally began to rain.
The wind started to blow, blowing the golden rice in the nearby fields, creating layers of golden rice waves in the rain and fog.
The big trees in the distance were waving wildly from leaves to trunks.
The rumbling thunder continued to sound in the air, and lightning occasionally drew winding and dazzling trails in the sky.
Many people who attended the public trial were prepared when they went out in the morning because the weather was bad, and they quickly took out their rain gear to keep out the rain.
Those who were lazy and didn't bring hats or umbrellas were looking for a place to shelter from the rain, cursing.
Feng Yijia sat there without moving, quietly watching the trees and grass leaves swaying in the heavy rain and strong wind. His mind couldn't help but recall the difficult life he had lived in the world in his previous life, and the powerless and depressed scenes when he was a lonely ghost.
In a short while, the clothes and hair were as if they had been fished out of the water, and water was dripping down from them after they were soaked.
The big raindrops hit her face, causing a slight pain, but it also brought a smile to her lips.
People are like plants and trees. Wind and rain can kill them, but they can also make them grow faster.
Since she was not drowned in the storm, she will live better after the storm like plants and trees.
All the sufferings and hardships in the past are the nourishment for her future unrestrained life.
After two months of drought, the rain came hard and fast, but it didn’t last long.
But after about twenty minutes, the clouds and rain began to disperse, and a golden light appeared in the sky. Then the golden light quickly spread, and the sun, which had been hiding for half a day, showed its face again.
A gorgeous rainbow appeared between the two mountains at the end of the field of vision.
Many people exclaimed in admiration when they saw it.
Feng Yijiajia was wearing wet clothes and riding his bicycle home with a happy look on his face.
The mountain road is still the same as when I came here, with a constant flow of people.
The family of Meng Chenglin from next door was the last to fall behind, following the families of Meng Ping and Meng Chengbai, protecting the ox cart with four bodies on it, and walked towards the village in silence.
When they reached Xinglin Village, they met the Hong family who were escorting Meng Jiefang's body.
It was not known whether the Hong family did it out of Meng Huan's consideration, for their reputation, or for some other reason, but they did not ignore their former son-in-law's funeral affairs. They tried their best to avoid a public trial and parade, and even asked the younger generation of the family to escort the body back to the village.
After the two groups met and greeted each other, the two younger generations of the Hong family directly handed Meng Jiefang's body to Meng Chengbai and his group, and drove back to the county town.
So, the number of bodies increased from four to five.
The mountain road was difficult to travel on after the rain. More than ten strong men from three families were guarding the rented ox cart and moving cautiously.
It was not until dark that we finally returned to the village.
At night, five crudely made thin coffins appeared next to Meng Anrong's pitch-black coffin.
Meng Anchang brought his whole family here to help with the funeral.
It's not an honorable way to die, and it's not something that will last long.
That night, he ordered his children and grandchildren to go up the mountain to dig a hole, and invited a Taoist priest to perform rituals and chant scriptures.
The next morning, all the coffins were carried up the mountain.
The village did not mind the death of people, but it was taboo against sudden death. It was almost impossible to find enough people to carry the coffins. In the end, Meng Anchang had to personally go find Meng Jiemin and call on a dozen militiamen, and only then could they barely find four coffin bearers for each coffin.
When it came to the funeral, there were even fewer people wearing mourning clothes.
Meng Sheng and Meng Qiang from Meng Chenglin's family were in the county town and had not returned. Several grandchildren of Meng Chengbai's family were also stopped by their parents from going to the village for fear of being disturbed.
This is the case for those who are closely related by blood, and those who are more distantly related would rather stay away from them.
Meng Anchang watched his eldest brother and his family go on their last journey in such a miserable way, and tears kept flashing in his cloudy eyes.
He was not happy with either of his two sons.
After piling up the last handful of soil for the grave, he cursed with red eyes on the way back to the village: "You have no conscience, you have no humanity!
Your uncle’s family was so nice to you in the past.
Not to mention buying you candies and food when you were little, even after liberation and Cheng Liang became the village chief, you also benefited a lot.
The eldest brother’s carpenter was introduced by Jiefang, and the foundation of the second brother’s house was marked out by Chengliang.
Otherwise, it’s such a good piece of flat land, how could it be your turn?
They all don't remember the kindness at all!"
"And why couldn't Damao, Ermao, Dazhuzi, Erzhuzi, and Xiaoyaya see their uncle off for the last time?
They are all blood relatives. Even if they go to another world, they will only bless these descendants.
Sheng Wazi went to the county to donate money and gifts. I don't blame him for not burning incense and paper for his great-grandfather, but he should have rushed back to attend the funeral yesterday.
And Qiangwazi, when can’t he study?
Will I fail to get into university if I study one or two days less?
If he really fails the exam because of this, it only means that he is not cut out for studying!
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