Dong's mother wanted to say something, but Dong's father glared at her, and she suddenly didn't dare to say anything. She helped Dong Hai stand up slowly, and glared at Xia Lan with her lips curled up.
When the village chief saw that Kunkun was gone, the Dong family was not even willing to personally inform the Xia family about such a big thing. He said with a dark face: "Your family has gone too far. For such a big thing, you are going to let us send you a message." Is this the end of the story?"
Mother Dong couldn't help but answer: "Isn't it enough just to send you a message? Why do you need to go through so much trouble in the middle of the night?"
Father Dong glared at her again and said with a straight face: "You help Xiao Hai out, and ask the boss to go with them to report the news."
Hearing this, Qiao Wanyue looked at Xia Lan and said: "Lan Lan, if you suspect that the cause of Kun Kun's death is strange, you can not bury Kun Kun yet and go to the town to call the police tomorrow so that the police can investigate the cause of Kun Kun's death."
Kunkun was fine the day before yesterday, but after just one night, he suddenly had such a severe fever. It was a coincidence. Based on the attitude of the Dong family, she felt that Kunkun's fever was likely to have human factors.
"What do you mean?" Dong's mother, who was about to go out, glared at Qiao Wanyue ferociously: "When the baby died, Lan Lan was also there. Everyone saw with their own eyes that Kun Kun died of fever and was burned to death. What does it matter to people? Is it possible that we can still strangle him to death?"
Qiao Wanyue said without fear: "Strangulation is unlikely, but it's so hot in the summer and Kunkun suddenly has such a severe fever. Isn't it a bit strange?"
Mother Dong's face changed greatly: "Don't talk nonsense, or I'll tear your mouth apart."
"Did you pour well water on Kun Kun?" Xia Lan suddenly looked at her parents-in-law helplessly. Although she was asking her, her tone was full of certainty: "When I came back in the morning, I saw something missing under the eaves. The clothes Kunkun wore yesterday were wet and soaked in water."
The village chief looked at the Dong family with a livid face. He felt that this family was a group of demons who would attack their relatives who were related by blood.
"You're crazy, you're talking nonsense." Dong's mother cursed guiltily and helped Dong Hai out.
Dong's father also quickly smoothed things over: "Lan Lan, I know you are very sad. Kunkun is gone, and we feel bad too. Now it is better to inform your parents quickly and let the child be buried in peace."
Qiao Wanyue ignored Dong's father's words and said to Xia Lan: "Lan Lan, as long as you say a word, no one can touch Kun Kun until the police come."
Xia Lan looked down at the silent child in her arms. After hesitating for a while, she shook her head slightly and said with a despairing heart: "Wanyue, no need. Let Kun Kun rest in peace. His life is too miserable. Maybe this is the case." relief."
When Dong's father heard this, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief. No matter how he said it, Xia Lan decided not to call the police, otherwise the matter would get worse. Even if the police couldn't find out the truth, their family's reputation would be ruined and it would affect their youngest son's marriage.
Although Qiao Wanyue wanted to make the Dong family pay the price for what they had done, Xia Lan did not pursue it. She still respected Xia Lan's decision and remained silent.
Xia Lan stood up with her child in her arms: "Village chief, please take the shovel and go to the fields with me."
The village chief asked doubtfully: "Lan Lan, you don't plan to wait for your parents?"
Xia Lan shook her head: "They have always disliked me for giving birth to a stupid son. It doesn't matter whether they are allowed to come over or not."
Her parents had also advised her to throw away Kunkun, but Xia Lan had always been concerned about this matter.
The village chief sighed, and several people walked out. Father Dong took out a shabby straw mat from the corner and followed the others to the fields.
Dong Hai and Dong's mother were hiding in the east room. They were still a little wary of Xia Lan's words just now, muttering that they should not sleep too deeply at night, because if Xia Lan went crazy, she would kill someone with a knife.
Xia Lan kept holding Kun Kun, and the village chief couldn't bear it: "Lan Lan, can I hold it for you?"
Xia Lan shook her head: "No need, village chief. This may be the last time I hold him. Just let me hold him for a little longer."
The village chief held a shovel and Qiao Wanyue held a flashlight. They looked at each other and shook their heads helplessly. The girl Xia Lan was pitiful and the Dong family was hateful. A good girl was ruined by this family.
Several people soon arrived at the Dong family's field, and Xia Lan found a seat: "Village chief, dig a hole here. I used to take Kunkun to work in the fields, and he liked to stay here and play."
Unexpectedly, when Father Dong heard that he was going to be buried here, he immediately raised objections: "Your mother liked this place. She said she would be buried here when she gets old. Lanlan, according to the rules, Kunkundi is buried here." On the mountainside at the back, all the children who died in the village were buried there.”
Qiao Wanyue sneered: "Whoever dies first will be buried first. If grandma likes this place, let her lie down in it now."
Father Dong's face was ashen and he frowned: "Little girl, this is our Dong family's family matter, you are an outsider..."
"She is not an outsider, Wanyue is my mother-in-law." Xia Lan interrupted him: "Kunkun liked this place before, and I want to bury him here now."
His daughter-in-law, who had always been submissive, suddenly became stubborn and disrespected his father-in-law. Father Dong was not very happy, but in order to calm the matter, he did not continue to argue.
"Okay, let's bury it here."
When the village chief saw that he agreed, he picked up the shovel and started digging a hole. Dong's father said sadly: "What a pity for the crops in the field."
Xia Lan gritted her teeth and looked at Dong's father: "Dad, I thought you were the most sensible person in our family, but now I know that your heart is as vicious as theirs."
Father Dong's face turned red when he was told that, and he forced himself to explain: "Lan Lan, Kun Kun is gone. Those of us who are still alive have to live well, right?"
Qiao Wanyue glanced at him coldly, and then said to the child in Xia Lan's arms: "Kunkun, you have suffered a lot in this world for several years. Now that you are gone, if there is a soul in heaven, take revenge on those people." People who abuse you.”
Father Dong felt guilty about Kun Kun's death, and his expression changed drastically after hearing Qiao Wanyue's words. Saying this in front of the corpse this night was too revealing.
In order to cover up his guilty conscience, Father Dong held his breath and remained silent.
The village chief quickly dug the pit, and Dong's father bent down and spread the straw mat on the ground: "Put Kunkun down and let him bury him in peace."
Father Dong always felt uneasy since the child was not buried.
Xia Lan hugged Kun Kun tightly and kissed him reluctantly on the face. After a while, she put him on the straw mat. Dong's father wanted to roll up Kun Kun with the straw mat, but Xia Lan refused.
"You didn't want to hug Kunkun when he was alive, and don't touch him after he's dead. He definitely doesn't like you as a grandfather."
Dong's father retracted his hand in embarrassment. Qiao Wanyue put down the flashlight and wanted to help, but was stopped by the village chief: "You hold the flashlight for lighting, I will do it."
He was a little superstitious and felt that it was unlucky for Qiao Wanyue, an unmarried girl, to touch these things. (End of chapter)
