He rushed to the door, trying to block the people, but passed through their bodies.
He watched helplessly as the drunken hooligans swarmed over, their roars making his eyes bloodshot, and he watched as those people's dirty hands tore off the last piece of cloth covering her body.
Qin Ying stared at the faded wedding character on the wall numbly and desperately, as if it were a lifeless dead tree.
The wind blew up the Chinese character "喜", which twisted and swayed, red like blood, just like Qin Ying's decaying life.
Fu Hanzhou felt a sweet and fishy taste rising in his throat. The images he had seen were like poisonous snakes biting him:
The ignored candy wrappers, Qin Ying's trembling hands as she signed the divorce agreement, Qin Meihua's triumphant smile at the entrance of the Civil Affairs Bureau...
Suddenly, Qin Meihua's bell-like laughter was heard outside the yard, mixed with "Fu Hanzhou's" cold response - they were carrying a box of snacks towards the main room, and the gift wrapped in red silk was like a slap in the face, hitting Qin Ying's scabbed old wound.
Hearing the sound, Qin Ying suddenly burst into crazy laughter:
"It's all you...it's all you!"
Fu Hanzhou was stunned.
Then she kicked over the kerosene lamp in the corner, and the flames leaped onto the hay on the kang.
Qin Meihua's scream came from outside the yard. He saw "himself" breaking open the door and rushing in, with flames already licking the beams of the house.
She stood in the fire with her hair disheveled, the bruises on her neck glowing a strange purple in the flames, and her eyes burned with hatred hotter than the flames:
"Qin Meihua! Zhao Shunxi! Fu Hanzhou! Even if I become a ghost, I won't let you go!"
Fu Hanzhou, who entered the dream, pounced on her frantically, but passed through Qin Ying's thin body again.
She grabbed the burning wooden beam and swung it madly at the onlookers. The hot sparks splashed on Qin Shengcai's face, leaving charred marks.
"Yingying! Don't do anything stupid!"
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