79 Wild
◎Rush of hormones◎
Everyone was shocked again.
Huh? This one isn't it either.
Yang Yue seemed to remember something and covered her head in pain, her expression horrified: "He's a paraplegic and has no legs."
"He is a paraplegic and has no legs."
After hearing her words, everyone started thinking, is there any paralyzed person without legs within a radius of ten miles?
The village chief stepped forward and asked her, "Yue'er, are you telling the truth?"
Yang Yue didn't want to recall the past anymore. She squatted down with her hands covering her head and began to tremble.
Suddenly, someone in the crowd said that Huang Ergou’s elder brother was just a paraplegic.
One layer of words caused a thousand ripples. As soon as these words were spoken, everyone reacted. The dung picker lying on the ground suddenly burst into laughter, his eyes blurred with tears.
Everyone took him to his eldest brother's house.
Shu Yao followed and walked for a long time before arriving at another village. She then walked in from a winding path. What she saw was a dilapidated and dangerous building that looked completely uninhabitable.
When I opened the door, the room was full of dampness.
A candle was lit in the room. A half-figure lay on the bed. He looked about eighty percent like the dung picker, lying naked on the bed. When he heard the door open, he turned around excitedly, his eyes full of lust. "What kind of stuff did you bring me this time?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw more than a dozen people standing at the door, and his younger brother was thrown directly in, half-dead and covered in wounds.
He was horrified, and sat up like a frightened bird, pulling the quilt over him and looking at everyone warily: "Who are you? What do you want to do?"
The village chief walked in, fanned his nose in disgust, his eyes full of hatred: "You beast, how dare you defile the girls of our Dongping Village? I will beat you to death." After that, he dragged him off the bed and threw him together with the dung picker.
He had no legs, and half of his body was lying on the ground, wailing in fear. He knew that his plan had been exposed, so he kowtowed to everyone, tears and snot streaming down his face. "Please let me go, I'm just possessed by a ghost. I will definitely turn over a new leaf in the future."
Everyone looked at him unfriendly, and some even spat at him several times.
His face was filled with panic, and he turned to vent his anger on the dung picker. He punched him in the stomach again and again, and said fiercely, completely losing his previous weakness: "If you can't even do this little thing, what's the use of me having you? Go and die."
Each punch was heavier than the last, and the dung picker was already vomiting blood.
He looks really pitiful.
At this moment, the dung picker suddenly yelled, "Enough."
Everyone present was shocked. They had never heard this taciturn man speak so loudly.
The dung picker staggered to his feet, holding onto the table and struggling to stand. He pointed at the man on the ground with a complicated look, one that seemed to be filled with grief and resentment: "You are the one who deserves to die."
The man seemed to have not expected that his second brother, who had always obeyed him, would say such outrageous words to him. He instantly flew into a rage and wanted to hit him, but when he jumped up, he could only reach his knees. Furious, he picked up the stool next to him and hit his calves: "What are you qualified to say that to me? Don't forget that I lost my legs because I saved you."
The dung picker leaned against the dilapidated wall and smiled bitterly: "I have already paid off all my debts over the years."
The man bit his legs frantically to vent his resentment.
The dung picker seemed to feel no pain. He spoke slowly, each word slowly, as if speaking to everyone, but more likely speaking to the man on the ground: "Thirty years ago, you owed a lot of gambling debts, and the debt collector broke one of your legs. That winter, the mountains were covered in snow, and the roads were slippery. I advised you not to go out gambling, but you didn't listen."
"I didn't see you back at night, so I went out to look for you. On the way, I was attacked by a black bear and was knocked unconscious."
"Then I woke up and saw you lying next to me with your two broken legs. I was so scared that I didn't know what to do."
"You said you saved me and had your legs bitten off by a black bear. I felt guilty and wanted to repay your kindness with my whole life."
"I did it. Over the years, no matter what you asked me to do, even if it was something against the will of heaven, I obeyed you. But why are you still not satisfied?"
"You lost your legs and became paralyzed in bed. You no longer have the ability of a man, but you are hungry inside. Let me help you find a beautiful woman."
"Do you know how much I tormented myself every night when I kidnapped those women? When you were committing evil in that house, I thought, if there really were eighteen levels of hell, I would willingly go there, because I have done something so evil that it is against heaven and earth." After saying this, he shed two lines of tears. "My sins are so deep, so deep."
Something in this sentence seemed to have touched the man's nerves. He bit off a piece of flesh from the dung picker's leg and said, "Why can't I be a real man? Because I saved you, you have to take care of me and obey me for the rest of my life."
The dung picker's smile became even more bitter. He had wanted to give him a little dignity, but now he thought it was unnecessary: "Did you really lose your legs to save me back then?"
The man paused, feeling a little guilty.
Seeing his reaction, the dung picker continued, "That year, you encountered a black bear when you went up the mountain. To escape the bear's attack, you lured it to me, then took the opportunity to escape. Then you went to the gambling house and lost miserably again. They broke both of your legs and threw you into this forest."
As he finished speaking, the man seemed to have lost all his strength. He leaned back and lay straight on the ground.
"How do you know? Didn't you faint?" His voice became weaker, and his eyes were full of fear of being exposed.
The dung picker closed his eyes and sighed in despair: "Brother, we can't escape this time." And I was finally freed, no longer a rag doll at the mercy of others.
But the man didn't want to die, so he kept crawling towards the door. But there were so many people blocking the door, where could he crawl to?
Helpless, he could only crawl back, grab the dung picker's trouser legs, and play the emotional card: "After all, we are brothers, can you help me escape?"
The dung picker smiled slightly and touched his brother's head: "Okay, I'll help you escape."
Before the man could be happy, he felt a heavy blow on the back of his head and was knocked unconscious.
After listening to the conversation between the two brothers, everyone present sighed.
Shu Yao couldn't imagine things would turn out like this.
The dung picker squatted down, gently picked up his elder brother, put him on the bed, covered him with a quilt, and said softly, "Don't catch a cold."
Then he turned to everyone and said, "We admit our mistakes, but the girls in your village have not lost their innocence." After that, he also lay down on the bed, close to the man.
The two of them were not from Dongping Village, and the village chief was not sure how to deal with them, so he went to the village chief of this village to discuss countermeasures.
The real flower thief was found, and everyone dispersed. They believed that the village chief would definitely not let the two thieves go. Shu Yao followed everyone back, but before she walked out of the village, she caught a glimpse of flames rising into the sky behind her.
The house of the two dung picker brothers was engulfed in fire. The raging flames shot up into the sky, illuminating the dark sky. The hut disappeared in the fire.
Someone nearby muttered, "With such a big fire, I'm afraid there won't be even a bone left of them."
Shu Yao sighed and slowly walked back.
In the darkness, Ji Shijing put away the knife that was shining with cold light. Alas, it seemed that he didn't need to take action. He followed Shu Yao and went home with her.
The incident of the flower thief came to an end, and the crisis of the girls in Dongping Village was resolved. Everyone was very happy. When the girls who had been abducted before learned that the flower thief was inhumane, they cried for joy because their innocence was preserved.
The groom who came from the town held a ceremony with Yang Yue. He really liked Yang Yue. Even if she met with an accident, he would marry her and love and protect her for the rest of his life.
On the wedding day, the village chief couldn't stop smiling.
Yang Yuefeng got married in a grand ceremony.
…
In the early morning, Shu Yao looked at the wild-looking man in front of her and began to worry about how to get rid of him.
Let her think about the wording tactfully.
"The real thief has been found. You can leave the village now."
The man shook his head.
What does shaking your head mean? Shu Yao was puzzled.
"Don't you want to leave?" she asked.
The man nodded.
Shu Yao felt embarrassed. This was not a good thing. As a widow, she had her own brother-in-law and no one had said anything about her. But if she kept another man in the house, what would that be like?
She hardened her heart and took out a few taels of silver and stuffed it into his hand: "You stay one more day, and I'll leave tomorrow."
But who would have thought that the man would grab her clothes, with helplessness clearly in his eyes, like a little wolf cub abandoned by its owner.
Shu Yao's heart softened all of a sudden. He really looked like the corgi she raised.
What should I do?
Well, it's just a matter of adding one more mouth to feed, and he doesn't look like a bad guy. Why don't we keep him here for a while longer and let him go after his injuries heal.
But looking at his dirty face, she carefully said: "Um, can you clean the stains on your face first."
The man thought for a long time and nodded.
He was able to stand up and walk, and limped to the bathroom.
Ji Shijing didn't go to the private school today. He was frying eggs in the kitchen and looking at the two people outside. He didn't even notice that the eggs were fried black. When he realized what was happening, he was about to throw away the fried eggs, but then he changed his mind and put them back into the bowl.
Shu Yao looked at the sun rising slowly in the sky. It was a nice day today, so she took out all the quilts on the bed to dry in the sun. She hummed a song while drying the quilts and felt that life was very comfortable.
Life in the countryside is no worse than in the capital.
When she gets old, she must return to her hometown to retire.
Just as she was imagining her future life, she saw the bathroom door open. She paused patting the quilt and stared at the man who walked out of the bathroom.
The man was tall and very burly, with wild muscles on his body and tough facial lines, which gave him a sharp look. His slightly curly hair was draped behind his head, and he had a pair of light blue eyes, which made him look very exotic.
Shu Yao couldn't help but exclaim "Wow", she never thought that behind that dusty face was such a pretty girl.
He and Ji Shijing are two completely different types. He is wild and tough, while Ji Shijing is weak, charming and beautiful.
But it is undeniable that these two are both extremely handsome men, and they both fit her aesthetic taste.
If the male actors she worked with looked like this, she wouldn't have been single for twenty-five years.
A breeze blew, and the lifted quilt blocked her view. Shu Yao reacted and hurriedly called the man to come for breakfast.
Ji Shijing saw Shu Yao's reaction clearly. He looked at the three bowls of white porridge on the stove and added eight spoons of salt to one of them.
When breakfast was served, he placed the fried black egg and white porridge with salt in front of the man.
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