Chapter 41 Chapter 41 Separation
"Your Excellency has a clever tongue, how can you say such hurtful things..." Lotus's voice was as soft as a mosquito.
Hezhou was walking in front and only heard Xie Xunzhi's reply: "But what I said was the truth..."
Good! You're so fucking honest. How did you become like this when you were usually so smart? Damn it! He suddenly remembered that there had been such an example before.
He returned to the room with a bad temper, and all he smelled was Xie Xunzhi's unique fragrance, mixed with the rain outside, which smelled like something rotten.
It was raining heavily outside, the sound of the rain hitting the ground was disturbing and annoying. The door was tightly closed.
At first, Hezhou locked the door, thinking that this was his residence and now he didn't want to live there anymore, so everyone had to accept it.
But after a while, he unlocked the door again. Damn it! It was raining today, and the quilt was still in the house. He thought about waiting for Xie Xunzhi to come back and then moving out.
I'm so fucking upset. How have I ever done anything wrong to Xie Xunzhi? I treat him better than myself and worship him like an ancestor.
Like a white-eyed wolf who can never be tamed!
Hezhou was so angry that he gritted his teeth, but his eyes were still fixed on the window. It was such a cold day... What did it have to do with him? He was neither exposed to the wind nor the rain.
He forcefully withdrew his gaze, lay on the bed with his legs crossed, and read the book he had found in the warehouse.
It can be said that the previous county magistrate was also a free-spirited person, who would quietly read some story books with no content, but he also liked them.
"Squeak~"
The wooden door has been old for a long time, and the sound it makes when it moves is infinitely amplified, touching every nerve in Hezhou.
The story lost its appeal for a moment, and his eyes couldn't help but turn to the jade-colored figure. Xie Xunzhi placed the steaming dishes on the table.
Hezhou counted the sound of plates falling, there were probably five dishes. He held the corner of the book tightly, and he couldn't describe the feeling in his heart.
He just felt a surge of anger, and couldn't bear to hear or see anything about Xie Xunzhi. Originally, he was thinking that Xie Xunzhi would come back, so he took the quilt and went to the next room.
With the tacit consent of the two people, that place had not been cleaned at all, and it happened to rain, so who knows how dirty and messy it must be. Xie Xunzhi was weak and couldn't stand the cold, so it was better for him to go by himself.
But if Xie Xunzhi really came, Hezhou would feel a sour and bitter feeling in his heart. He had been so nice to him like a fool, and he wanted to give his heart to him, but what he got was deception and betrayal.
"Brother He..."
"Oh! I'm not worthy of being called your brother. Just call me Lord He." He Zhou sat up, his words full of sarcasm.
Xie Xunzhi was like a child who had made a mistake: "Actually... the day you went to inquire about the news, I knew the murderer was Wang Xinsheng."
"Ah, you were planning to kill me back then." He smiled coldly, staring at the person in front of him the whole time: "No wonder your mouth was stuck like glue that day, you refused to say anything even if you died."
"I...I..." Xie Xunzhi pursed his lips and took a deep breath: "Do you want to eat first? I'll tell you step by step."
"Fuck! I don't want to hear anything right now! Didn't you just tell the truth?"
The candle beside the bed was swaying left and right due to the huge airflow, and its reflection on Hezhou's face made him look particularly hideous.
He pounded his fist on the bed in anger, panting heavily, "Why didn't you tell me about the dead man's plan earlier?"
"No!" Xie Xunzhi took two quick steps forward. "That day I knew Fatty was the murderer. I thought that even if we could identify him, we wouldn't be able to convict the Chen family based on this incident. I thought you'd already learned a lot about government affairs... I thought of protecting you and delaying you until Zhao An arrived! Even if we can't make it... Fatty will be outside lighting the fire bottles. There's no way out of the back mountain and water river!"
He spoke it out eagerly, looking at him tenderly: "You know, I won't let you die..."
Hezhou looked at him with a smile on his face, and his words were like a knife: "What about Xiaopang? What bullshit fairness do you say? He killed someone, so shouldn't the government handle it?"
He picked up the quilt and pillow and brushed past Xie Xunzhi. They were like thin paper to him. He stumbled and fell beside the table.
"I'm going to go out and sleep first to calm down."
The rain fell sideways and leaked in from the eaves, soaking most of the room. Hezhou held the quilt and pushed open the door of the side room. There was a damp and rotten smell inside. He cleaned it for a long time under a half-burnt red candle, but he was still choking.
He had no choice but to carry the quilt to the Lotus Room. Lotus was originally affectionate with Chunjuan, but when she saw him coming, she immediately retracted her exposed teeth.
The spring roll in his arms bounced up, and his ears were red and bleeding, as if he had been caught.
"Sir...sir..."
Hezhou first put the quilt on the bed and touched his nose awkwardly: "Um... I'll come sleep with you later. I... am a little hungry. You guys continue. I'll go eat something!"
He turned around and ran back to the side room, taking quite a while to get back.
Chun Juan had already gone back. Lotus brought some snacks and a small pot of wine. "Sir... I bought this this afternoon..."
He clapped his hands: "I don't like drinking this. You guys got scared today."
Lotus smiled embarrassedly: "No, the adults are really in an emergency, and when Master Chen saw you, he forgot about me."
"Oh, that's right. Have you ever thought about changing the master?" Hezhou picked up a piece of flower-shaped pastry and broke it in two in his hand.
He looked up and said jokingly.
"How could that be!" Lotus sat up straight in an instant: "Sir, is it that Chunjuan and I didn't cook well?"
Seeing that Lotus looked like she was about to kneel down to show her loyalty any second, he lost his mood to amuse herself. He spun the pastry in his hand around, took a big bite, and his words began to become unclear.
"Who knows what will happen in the future? I... I'm just in good health. I can run, jump, and walk..."
"Did you have a quarrel with Master Xie? In fact, Master Xie is too straightforward and has no bad intentions."
Hezhou didn't want to talk about this and waved his hand to signal him to go to bed. He felt and believed that Xie Xunzhi was not and could not be the kind of treacherous and ungrateful person.
He even had a little bit of the ability to match Xie Xunzhi's train of thought. He simply felt that he was going to die and wanted Hezhou to hate him after realizing the truth.
So great! What if Xie Xunzhi survived?
This is what's so infuriating! The other party acted so self-sacrificing and righteous that he didn't even think about surviving. He also didn't think about whether Hezhou would be angry or upset if he didn't tell him.
Why didn't you discuss a better idea? Why didn't you tell him? Did you ever think that Fatty Wang would die?
Xie Xunzhi didn't know, but Hezhou had a dream and couldn't sleep well. His chest was stuffy and he couldn't breathe, and there were large pools of blood in front of his eyes.
In the dream, Xie Xunzhi died just like the script, but it wasn't Chen Wenjiu who did it, it was him! Xie Xunzhi's hands were covered in blood, but he smiled and wiped the sweat off his face, saying with a weak breath, "You're great..."
He was startled awake in a daze, the quilt fell to the ground, and he was sleeping in the corner of the bed, his hands and feet were frozen stiff.
In his ears was the deafening snoring of Lotus. Lotus was sleeping uneasily and squeezed against the edge of the wall. When she saw him move a little, she showed signs of waking up. After struggling for a long time, she moved closer to the inside.
Hezhou picked up the quilt and lay down again. There was already a thin layer of sweat on his forehead. He couldn't fall asleep this time. The darkness under his eyes was terribly dark, and his snoring became louder and louder.
He had no choice but to carry the quilt back to the side room. When he passed by, he saw that the light was still on in Xie Xunzhi's room. He didn't feel very sleepy, so he thought it was still early and went to the warehouse for a walk.
The ventilation in the side room is much better after opening the windows, but a lot of rain has come in, making it damp.
He closed the doors and windows and lit two new candles. The light shone directly on him, making him feel a little more at ease through his eyelids. However, he fell asleep exhausted all night.
When the rooster crowed for the first time in the morning, he woke up and sat by the bed for a while. The candle had been extinguished long ago, and a lot of wax had accumulated, with some of the edges curling up and sticking out.
The rain outside stopped and it was finally a sunny day. The sun peeked out slightly. Hezhou was stunned for a moment, then thought about it. He raised the corners of his mouth bitterly and lay back dejectedly.
The master's predictions before were quite accurate, that he was destined to be unlucky.
Hezhou got up after a while, packed up quickly, ate something and went out. He didn't know whether the Wang family knew about Wang Xiaopang's affairs. Besides, the land was still waiting for the Wang family's title deed.
The food in the kitchen had been prepared early and was still warm. He took a look and grabbed a piece of cake. It was so sweet in his mouth that he wanted to vomit it out when it entered his stomach.
"Just like a little kid." Hezhou dropped the pastry, grabbed a piece of cake and ate it while walking.
Grandma Wang was standing in the yard cutting weeds, muttering to herself. Hezhou hesitated at the door, feeling like retreating.
Isn't it too cruel? Wang Wenliang has been dead for so many years, and the three of them have been accompanying each other. Mrs. Wang has poor eyesight and places all her hopes on Wang Xinsheng.
Grandma Wang was old. First, her beloved son died with a bad reputation, and then her beloved grandson died in a confused state.
He was afraid that this trip would cause a lot of trouble, and he didn't know what to say for a moment as he held the document.
"Mr. He!" When Grandma Wang stood up, she saw him with her sharp eyes and shouted excitedly.
The door of the room suddenly opened and Madam Wang rushed out, her face as pale as paper: "Master He!"
She shouted with almost all her strength, glanced at Grandma Wang, lowered her head, and opened the door: "Sir, can you please come in and talk? Mother, you are here to ask me about the details of the case. I would like to eat some brown sugar cakes later, is that okay?"
"Hey, Mom will make it for you. My Lord, please try it later. The cakes I make are delicious."
Hezhou nodded stiffly and followed him into the house. The dim little room had no light at all and was filled with a strong smell of medicine that was extremely depressing.
Mrs. Wang looked through the window and saw that there was no one around, so she smiled at him and poured him a cup of tea.
"Master Chen Wenjiu... is he dead?"
Hezhou pursed his lips and shook his head: "No."
He glanced at Madam Wang, then turned his gaze away and let out a long sigh: "I came here today to work in the fields..."
"Is Li Erniu dead?" Mrs. Wang asked again. Her hand trembled slightly as she picked up the cup. Fortunately, this time it was the answer she wanted.
Hezhou nodded.
"What about our Xinsheng? Is he...dead?"
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
