Chapter 230 Fate
Song Xingzhi lowered his eyes and didn't say anything more.
The night breeze slipped in through the crack in the door, causing the lamp in the porch to flicker.
Zhong Aiguo rubbed his face, finally turned around and said, "I'll go inform my uncles right away. This matter... sigh!"
He genuinely didn't know what to say.
Putting everything else aside, he needs to explain the cause of Zhong Chengren's death to his uncles.
However, he also felt that people would probably not say anything, after all, respect for the dead is paramount.
No matter what beastly things Zhong Chengren did, he is now dead and should be laid to rest.
Song Xingzhi also sighed softly: "Then I'll leave Aiguo to you."
He didn't go back to town, but instead went to find Zhong Chengfa.
Zhong Chengfa had just buried his third brother yesterday and had been feeling very down ever since.
During the three days that Zhong Chengyi lay in state, he couldn't sleep at night. As Zhong Chengyi's older brother, he had to stay with him the whole time, so he could only sleep for a while each morning.
He finally got a good night's sleep last night.
He had just put Zhong Hongqing to sleep when he heard a knock on the door outside the courtyard.
Zhong Chengfa's heart skipped a beat.
For some reason, he had a bad feeling about it.
Could it be that Zhong Chengren has returned?
He thought about it again and realized it was somewhat impossible.
Zhong Chengren killed someone, how dare he come back?
Even if he really wanted to come back, he would do it secretly; he wouldn't dare to knock on the door.
The knocking sounded again, short and muffled.
Zhong Chengfa took a deep breath, picked up his flashlight, got up and went outside, then opened the courtyard gate.
To his surprise, it was Song Xingzhi outside.
Song Xingzhi stood outside the door, his face as solemn as iron. The moonlight slanted across his brow bone, casting a cold and stern shadow.
Zhong Chengfa looked at him, feeling uneasy, as if Song Xingzhi's arrival was something bad.
He tentatively asked, "Dad, is there... is something wrong?"
Song Xingzhi said calmly, "Zhong Chengren is dead. He's in the county hospital. Tomorrow, the village will organize some people to bring the body back... You have to go too."
Zhong Chengfa's head buzzed and exploded.
He didn't hear what Song Xingzhi said next at all; only one sentence was swirling in his mind.
Zhong Chengren is dead.
Zhong Chengren... is dead...
His third brother was buried yesterday, and news of his second brother's death came today.
Although the three brothers didn't get along, although arguing and fighting were common, and although the second brother killed the third brother, but...
The news of Zhong Chengfa's death still brought a huge shock to him, as if a club had hit him on the head.
He staggered back a step, his voice trembling slightly: "Second brother...second brother is dead too?"
"How...how could this be...he...he's dead too?"
The three of them grew up together, cried together at their father's grave, laughed and joked together, but now... now of the three, only he is left...
He looked up at the dark night sky, his eyes burning, his throat feeling like it was blocked, and he couldn't say a word.
Song Xingzhi looked at him quietly, offering neither comfort nor urging.
The wind blew in from outside the courtyard, swirling up a few fallen leaves and rustling them, as if whispering about the capriciousness of fate.
Zhong Chengfa finally nodded slowly, his voice so hoarse it was almost inaudible: "I... will go."
Tomorrow, he will have to prepare for the funeral of another brother.
However, Zhong Chengfa quickly realized what was happening and asked anxiously, "My mom... how is she?"
His biggest worry right now is Zhang Chunxue.
Song Xingzhi gave him a strange look: "Zhong Chengren tried to rob Mingli of her money, tried to kill her, and even injured Xiao Shen... Later, he even tried to rob her and killed Zhong Chengyi..."
"You don't actually think that Sister Chunxue still has feelings for Zhong Chengren, do you?"
Zhong Chengfa opened his mouth as if to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything.
Although Song Xingzhi was right, Zhong Chengfa still felt that his mother would definitely be heartbroken.
After all, Zhang Chunxue used to love the three brothers so much!
Song Xingzhi walked into the courtyard again, his gaze falling on the place where Zhong Chengyi's mourning tent had been set up.
"The mourning tent that was just dismantled will have to be rebuilt."
It would have been better if he hadn't said anything; the more he did, the more upset Zhong Chengfa became.
Song Xingzhi then looked at Zhong Chengfa and said, "Go and get less hot water! Someone will definitely be coming to help later."
“Oh…” Zhong Chengfa responded dully.
He dragged his heavy steps toward the kitchen, and as soon as his hand touched the kettle, his fingertips trembled uncontrollably.
Zhong Chengfa slapped his trembling hand with his other hand before scooping up water, pouring it into a kettle, placing it on the stove, and starting a fire.
Song Xingzhi was right. Before long, a group of villagers gathered again in Zhong Chengfa's courtyard.
Everyone's feelings were strange and subtle.
The mourning tent was just taken down yesterday...
"Sigh!" an old woman sighed, "What kind of mess has the Guosheng family made of!"
"Who knew! Both of my sons died one after the other..."
"Cheng Yi was stabbed to death, but what happened to Cheng Ren?"
"have no idea……"
"Director Song is in the courtyard, why don't you go and ask him?"
"I'm not going! Go ask me if you want!"
"Never mind, he'll talk to Aiguo when he gets here!"
Song Xingzhi didn't take the initiative to speak. He felt even more disgusted with Zhong Chengren and had no sympathy for his death.
After all, if it weren't for Zhong Chengyi that night, he would have suffered far more than just this minor injury.
Most importantly, if Zhong Chengren could ruthlessly kill his own younger brother, Song Xingzhi didn't think he wouldn't turn on Zhang Chunxue if he got desperate.
He has lost his mind.
Zhong Aiguo arrived very quickly.
Everyone immediately started asking Zhong Aiguo what had happened.
Zhong Aiguo was unsure whether to speak or not, so he looked at Song Xingzhi.
Song Xingzhi nodded slightly.
Zhong Aiguo sighed, "Well, it's simple. Zhong Chengren was the one who tried to rob Chunxue of her money, and he's the one who stabbed Chengyi to death. But he was also injured and didn't dare go to the hospital, so he got infected and died."
After a few seconds of silence, everyone burst into gasps of surprise.
"Holy crap! Is this for real?"
"How could this be fake?"
"That bastard Zhong Chengren truly deserved his fate!"
"Never mind, the person is already dead..."
"Alas! Poor Chunxue!"
Everyone couldn't help but turn their attention to Song Xingzhi again.
Although Zhang Chunxue remarried a good man, both of her sons passed away one after the other. What good is having a good man when there are no one left to care for her in her old age and see her off in her final days?
After all, what man is more important than one's own son when a second wife is married?
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