As Shen's mind raced through these thoughts, she glanced at Old Man Qi lying beside her, covered in blood and still unconscious, and began to wail loudly.
After she had cried enough, she said, her voice choked with sobs:
"Second brother, my arms and legs are broken, I can't get up at all."
Your father is right next to me. He's covered in blood, and I don't know if he's alive or dead.
I can't get out. Since your hand is injured, don't bother with anything else. Go and call someone to help you.
Everyone in the village is at the threshing ground; hurry and call them for me!
Shen, who was unaware of the situation at the threshing ground, gave orders as if it were perfectly natural.
It seems that as soon as Qi Mingyu speaks, everyone will give him face and come over immediately.
Unfortunately, her expectations were too high; reality was quite the opposite.
Just as she was fully expecting her son to say "okay" and then go to find someone, she heard him say:
“Mother, everyone came over before, but then a crack appeared in the threshing ground, and everyone ran away again.”
After saying this, Qi Mingyu knew that staying here and waiting for the villagers was not a good idea.
So he stood on tiptoe and, following the direction from which his mother's voice had come, began removing the small bricks and tiles one by one.
Shen, who had still held onto hope, couldn't help but feel despair upon hearing the commotion.
The second child was intelligent from a young age and had a special talent for studying.
Therefore, they worked hard to support his education, hoping that he could make a name for himself and change the family's fortunes.
Because his whole family had high hopes for him, they never made him do anything.
At home, he was waited on hand and foot, and didn't have to worry about anything.
Could she really expect someone like that to move these ruins?
By the time they're actually moved, she'll probably either die of thirst or starvation.
Qi Mingyu didn't want to miss this autumn examination. Determined to make a name for himself, he gritted his teeth and carefully moved the broken bricks and tiles away with just one hand.
The sky gradually darkened. The wind that followed grew colder and colder.
Shen, who had been feeling hopeless with her eyes closed, suddenly felt a strong sense of resentment.
At that moment, she felt that the reason why she and her husband were so unlucky was because they had come into contact with their son today.
The son's behavior was caused by his contact with the Xue family.
The Xue family really does deal in the dead; that's incredibly unlucky.
They weren't even married yet, and he's already ruined her and the old man like this.
If they got married, what would happen?
Could it be that before or just as these people enter the room, she and the old man suddenly die?
Thinking about all this, and not wanting her son to marry Xue Mengyu, she gritted her teeth and said what she had kept hidden in her heart, something she couldn't let anyone know for the time being.
"Second brother, Zilan is actually not dead!"
Qi Mingyu, who was holding a broken tile, was stunned when he heard this. At the same time, the tile in his hand fell to his foot with a thud.
He was still somewhat dazed, but the pain in his instep brought him back to his senses instantly.
He quickly glanced left and right, and seeing that no one was coming, he asked with a serious expression and an impatient tone:
"Didn't he die before the New Year? He must have frozen to death. How come he's alive now?"
Mother, do you even know what you're saying?
Ever since her older brother died, Zhuang Zilan has been seen by Qi Mingyu as a sensible, gentle, and considerate confidante.
However, when his secret adoption was exposed and the innocent girl took her child and divorced him, causing him to lose face, he no longer had the patience he once had for her.
As life became increasingly difficult, he especially missed the days when there were fish in the pond.
Incidentally, seeing Zhuang Zilan made him even more impatient.
He might even wonder why it wasn't Zhuang Zilan, that useless widow, who left.
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