Li Sanqiang is dead.
That day, everyone in Shangshui Village went to watch the execution.
The execution ground was twenty miles away. All the ox carts in the village were out, and each cart was packed with people. Old Mrs. Peng and Old Man Peng were also on one of the ox carts.
When I went there, the old lady was crying the whole time.
These past few days, she has been crying and hasn't gone out. Mu Ruanruan has visited her several times, but because she was too sad, they didn't have much to talk about.
When they came back, it seemed as if the huge stone that had been weighing on their hearts was suddenly removed, and the two of them began to walk around the village.
He began to actively invite Mu Ruanruan to his home as a guest.
The old man heard about Ma Bingbing's affairs and also knew that the key to Peng Fei's affairs being exposed was the medicine that Mu Ruanruan gave to Ma Bingbing.
She wanted to kneel down and kowtow to her, and Mu Ruanruan was so scared that she quickly helped the two old people up.
Ma Bingbing also left.
Died peacefully.
Old Mrs. Peng and Old Mr. Peng went to attend his funeral.
The next day was the day when Li Sanqiang and his son and Liu Qing were executed.
By the time Old Lady Peng dragged Mu Ruanruan's hand and talked for a whole morning, more than a week had passed.
The cold winter is finally over, and weeds are beginning to sprout under the snow.
Old Mrs. Peng was still talking about Peng Fei, how he was born, how he could walk, how he could talk, and then when he was ten and eighteen years old.
His life ended at the age of eighteen, as young as a flower.
Ever since Peng Fei left, the two old people have never mentioned their son again. It is like a thorn buried in their hearts, which they cannot touch but are unwilling to pull out.
The root of the knot is that they have always believed that their son's death was not an accident. Now it is proved that they are right. Although the truth is late, it has finally come out.
The sun was high in the sky and the yard was warm. The old lady talked about the time when her son went out with her to pick wild vegetables when he was fifteen years old.
"He was malnourished and skinny since childhood, but he insisted on helping me carry the basket. The basket felt like a mountain on his back..."
Continuing on, he was about to talk about how he went hunting secretly. It was because of this that he ran into Liu Qing and his gang, which eventually led to the disaster.
Fearing that the old lady would be sad, Mu Ruanruan quickly changed the subject: "Auntie, what would you like to eat for lunch?"
The old lady looked up at the sky through the gaps in the camphor tree leaves and said, "It's time to cook. The old man will be home soon and want to eat."
"Please sit down and I'll cook."
"No, the old man likes to eat the rice I cook. Since we got married, I have been cooking for him. I need to put more water and simmer it longer to make the rice soft..."
"Then I'll help you up."
Maybe she had been sitting for too long, but when the old lady stood up, she fell straight down, and Mu Ruanruan was so scared that she almost fainted.
The scene of New Century helping the old man instantly played out in her mind. When she saw that the old man was not well, she became extremely panicked.
Fortunately, she was only unable to stand for a short time and felt better after sitting down for a while, but her hands and feet were still weak.
"Old lady, I told you to slow down. You didn't realize you had low blood sugar." Uncle Peng came out with a bowl of water. "Drink some water first."
"Is sugar added?" the old lady asked. "I won't drink it without sugar."
He was pouting like a child.
As the saying goes, the old are the youngest, and it is true.
Just like her grandmother, she suffered too much when she was young and now she just wants to eat something sweet.
The old man looked embarrassed, but he coaxed her kindly: "I'll buy some tomorrow, you just drink it for now."
The old lady still didn't want to drink and started to get angry.
Mu Ruanruan turned around. Fortunately, she was carrying a bag today. Although it was small, she could still take out a bag of brown sugar.
"Uncle, I have it."
I stuffed the brown sugar into the old man's hand, but he refused: "Teacher Mu, you have helped us so much, and now... we two old people really can't stand it..."
"It's not worth much, take it. Auntie should be prepared for hypoglycemia."
The old lady was still making a little noise like a child, so Uncle Peng didn't refuse anymore. He took it into the house, opened it, scooped a spoonful into the enamel cup, stirred it, and then handed it to the old lady's mouth.
After gulping down the sugar water, the old lady relaxed for a while, then stood up again and said she was going to cook.
"His father will be back soon. I have to hurry."
The old lady acted as if she didn't see the old man, walked past him and went straight to the kitchen.
She kept muttering about her husband, but even though he was right in front of her, she acted as if she couldn't see him. Only then did Mu Ruanruan realize that something was wrong with her aunt.
"Ah, it happened a few days ago."
"Have you seen a doctor?" Mu Ruanruan asked.
The old man shook his head: "Don't bother watching it. She's been suppressing it for more than ten years. It's fine like this now. Let her forget it."
She wiped away her tears as she spoke.
I didn’t dare to forget it for a single moment before, but now that things have gone as I wished, I’ve let go of the worries and can finally relax and be myself.
The old lady started to light the fire and cook, and Mu Ruanruan helped beside her, chatting with her from time to time. She found that she was still clear about everything, except that she had forgotten that her son was gone.
It’s okay to just remember what you want to remember.
While the fire was burning, the old man was chopping wood in the backyard.
The old lady was nimble and quick-witted. Although she was old, she still worked efficiently. She lit the fire, cleaned the kitchen and chatted with Mu Ruanruan at the same time.
"This brown sugar..." The old lady muttered while holding Mu Ruanruan's bag of brown sugar, and shouted towards the backyard: "Old man, Jiang He was here? Why didn't you invite him to dinner?"
"This was given by Teacher Mu." The old man spoke in the backyard.
Jiang brown?
Why is he everywhere?
"Jiang He, does he come here often?"
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