The man described the bloody and horrific accident scene in a light tone, his voice so light that not a trace of sadness could be heard.
But he was only eight years old at the time. How could he not be afraid and desperate when his parents died overnight?
Ruan Mian walked towards him with a distressed look on her face, bent down and hugged him from behind.
"Don't be sad, I'll be with you from now on."
The girl was not curious enough to ask about his later life and how dark it was. She did not dare to ask and did not have the heart to ask.
Fortunately, I got through it.
At the end of the year, Su Qiang's cough worsened and he eventually died.
Everyone in Qinghe Village came to mourn, and everyone's face was filled with sincere reluctance and sadness.
The old village chief has done so much for them in his life, but he only has one child, Su Xiaoxue, and he can't contact her at all.
On the day of the funeral, it was raining and sad funeral music accompanied the group up the mountain.
Buried in the place closest to the village.
Because of the high terrain, he can always look at the land that he loved most in his life.
A small grave buried the old man's diligent life.
Twenty years later.
The girl with pigtails came out of the bus station, took off her headphones and put them in her bag.
The cicadas overhead kept chirping.
Even though every household in the village has built a small villa and has no worries about food and clothing, there are still people working in the fields.
That is a stubbornness engraved in the bones of farmers. Even if they are well-off and have no worries about food and clothing, they still have to go to the fields every day.
The girl wanted to give her mother a surprise, but unexpectedly it turned out to be a scare.
She suddenly shouted as she reached the door.
"Hey, Mom, I'm back!"
The two people in the yard were about to hold hands, but were suddenly frightened and stood up abruptly to distance themselves.
Hu Mei's face turned slightly red, and she felt a little embarrassed.
He shouted loudly, trying to hide his mistake, "Why didn't you call home in advance?"
Hu Baoer came skipping over and holding her mother's arm, her young face full of innocence.
"I'm just worried that you'll be waiting at the village entrance early. It's so hot, I'll be worried."
The woman tapped her forehead lightly, a smile on her lips.
"You're the only one who talks too much. Okay, go inside and put down your luggage. You're not tired of carrying it all the time."
Hu Baoer stayed in bed for a while before greeting the quiet man next to her.
"Okay, I won't ruin your world of two. Come on, Uncle Gao!"
Hu Mei tsk- ...
The girl ran into the room laughing and turned on the air conditioner.
Year after year passed, time slowly slipped away.
The old man was enjoying the cool air at the door, and she was lying in the rocking chair, rocking back and forth, feeling very comfortable.
The breeze blew the strands of white hair on her temples, and you could still vaguely see the delicate eyebrows and eyes of her youth. Although she was old, her skin was still delicate.
Sometimes children come here to play and greet her warmly.
"Grandma Ruan, we are here."
The little ones are outgoing and like to stay at their pretty grandma's house. Not only can they enjoy delicious food, but they can also listen to her tell many stories from the past years.
But when they saw another tall and strong man coming out, the smiles on their faces froze, and they greeted him nervously, tugging at the corners of their clothes.
"Grandpa Ling...Okay."
The man didn't care. He never showed any tenderness to outsiders and had a stern appearance, so much so that the children in the village were afraid of him.
Some parents of naughty children would even say, "If you don't go to sleep, I'll call Grandpa Ling to watch over you!"
Over time, Ling Yue became the child's nightmare, and he would feel cold all over whenever he mentioned his name.
Not to mention that they saw with their own eyes the bloody and horrific process of the men processing their prey.
If Grandma Ruan hadn't been so kind, they wouldn't have dared to visit.
"Last time I told you about Zhu Wen's mine, right? Today, let me tell you that since the mine began construction, the water quality in Qinghe Village has been polluted..."
The little ones listened attentively, as if it was because Ruan Mian's voice was clear and mellow, and there was always a smile on her face.
His tone was neither hurried nor impatient, like a quiet breeze slowly caressing the tips of their ears, telling them stories of the past that they had never seen.
Her throat was a little dry, and Ling Yue silently placed the water cup next to Ruan Mian, within her reach.
When he came out again, the little guys had already gone home with the freshly picked grapes, and the person he hated most was now accompanying Ruan Mian.
Ling Yue let out a long sigh and went back to the house to cook.
"Mianmian, these are the herbs I just brought back from the hospital. Soak your feet in them every day. It will be beneficial."
Due to his old age, Ruan Mian is not in good health, especially his legs.
I often find myself unable to stand up after sitting for a while, and spend most of my time in a recliner.
Feng Yuhan's face also had a few more wrinkles, but they could not hide his superior bone structure, but instead added to his maturity and stability after years of tempering.
The man bent down and massaged her knees gently.
His deep features revealed a unique calmness and composure. "Have you been taking your medicine obediently these past few days?"
Ruan Mian had long been accustomed to the other party treating her like a child for so many years, but she was still a little shy.
"Eat it, and keep your voice down so the children don't hear."
I am over eighty years old, but I still have to be watched and forced to take medicine every day.
Feng Yuhan made an appointment to take her for a physical examination tomorrow to carefully consider how to treat her.
The doctor concluded that it was normal due to old age.
What this means is that there is no way to cure it and it can only be treated slowly.
Later, Ruan Mian completely lost sensation below the knees and could only rely on a wheelchair to get around every day.
A few more years passed.
In the evening, on a country road, the setting sun shone on the three of them, and her legs were covered with a thin blanket.
“It’s really beautiful…”
The old man's eyelids, which had become so heavy that he couldn't lift them up, slowly drooped and closed.
Less than half a month after Ruan Mian left, Ling Yue and Feng Yuhan followed her.
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