As A Fang said, his face became ferocious, he stood up and staggered: "That is my wife, no one can look at it except me! No one can say it, she is mine even if she dies!"
I shook my head helplessly. This was paranoia, a terrible obsession.
"Afang, follow me and surrender. There is no greater good than knowing your mistakes and being able to correct them."
"Am I still in time?" Alfang smiled bitterly, drinking the wine in his glass.
I nodded and wanted to hold his hand, but I keenly felt the sound of breaking wind coming from my ears. I quickly dodged and saw Aunt Fang holding a kitchen knife in her hand, looking at her eagerly. look at me.
"That's my son. You want to take him away from me, right? No! Go to hell!"
Aunt Fang took the knife and slashed at me. Fortunately, I didn't have any trouble with my skills. I rolled around like a lazy ass and dodged the knife.
When I drank, I was completely frightened awake by these two mother and son.
He shouted at the people outside the window: "Come in quickly or I will be hacked to death!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Bai Tian, who had been ambushing outside, broke into the house instantly.
I stood up from the ground, still looking as drunk as before.
A Fang looked at me in surprise: "Ruizi, aren't you drunk?"
There was a hint of bitterness on my lips: "If I weren't drunk, would you have said so much to me?"
"It's impossible. We grew up together. You can't drink that much."
"It's true that I can't drink that much wine, but have you forgotten what I do?" I pointed to myself, "I'm a Chinese medicine doctor. I naturally know how to make medicine and how to make a thousand cups of medicine that won't make you drunk. Don't you? Understand me, just like I don’t understand you.”
In the past, Al Fang was the king of children in the village, loyal and courageous, but when did he become like this?
He stopped talking and looked at me with dark eyes.
As soon as she took a step forward during the day, Aunt Fang waved her big kitchen knife: "Don't come here! I did everything and it has nothing to do with my son!"
"Mom!" Al Fang choked and shouted loudly. Aunt Fang paused slightly, "Mom, forget it, I'm going to surrender."
The kitchen knife fell to the ground.
"No! Son, my son!" Aunt Fang shook her head desperately and grabbed Al Fang's sleeve.
"Mom, I'm so tired, really, so tired."
A Fang closed his eyes tiredly and sighed slightly.
He knew that gambling was not good, but every time he saw those cards and mahjong, the excitement of winning and losing hit his nerves one after another. It was like he had lost his soul and played uncontrollably, even though he was so good at it. His wife, it is clear that as long as he puts down the cards in his hand, he will be one step closer to happiness.
It's a pity... It's a pity that there is no pity in this world.
I turned around and looked at Aunt Fang. Without her son, she seemed to be ten years older. She was slumped on the ground, expressionless.
"Aunt Fang, just think of it as a blessing for your son. Tell me, where did you bury the child?"
Looking at me stupidly, Aunt Fang suddenly started to giggle: "My child, the child was buried in a mass grave on Dongshan Mountain. Now it is estimated that he has been eaten by wild dogs on the mountain. He can't be found. It is impossible to find him."
"madman."
I cursed secretly and immediately ran towards Dongshan.
The child has been lost for so long. If it is really eaten and no bones are left, what should I give to Murphy?
During the day, he was worried that I would go up the mountain alone, so he hurriedly followed me.
Dongshan is very big, and everywhere you look there are tattered mats and broken bones. It is simply a delusion to find the bones of a child here.
A gust of wind blew up from nowhere, making the surrounding trees rustle.
"Xiao Rui, it's too late now. Let's go back first. I'll find someone to search with you tomorrow."
"Wait a moment."
I took a deep breath and felt keenly that there was a faint smell of fireworks in the wind. I had smelled this smell in front of the Earth Temple.
"Did you smell the smell of sandalwood during the day?"
Bai Tian frowned, sniffed hard, and finally shook his head: "I didn't feel anything."
The scent of sandalwood has been lingering around my nose, getting stronger and stronger as I go forward, as if it is guiding me along the way.
I smelled it all the way and walked forward. During the day, I guess I knew what I found. It didn't bother me and just followed me quietly.
The smell gradually dissipated when it reached the top of the mountain, and I clearly saw a small quilt in a bush. I walked in and found that it was the child covered in black and purple.
It has been so many days, but the child's body is still very well preserved, and it does not look like it has been eaten by wild dogs or wild birds at all.
I carefully picked up the child from the ground and patted the dust on the child: "Baby, I finally found you. Don't be afraid. Uncle will take you to find your mother."
"Giggle."
The child's chuckle came from my ears. I knew that the child meant no harm, but the goosebumps on my body couldn't help but stand up.
Taking a deep breath, I endured the discomfort, went down the mountain, and came to the place where Aunt Fang buried Murphy in the dream.
I didn’t have any tools at hand, and luckily the pit where Aunt Fang and the others buried Murphy wasn’t particularly deep. With the help of the day, I quickly touched something like a mat.
Murphy's body was well preserved. Her eyes were wide open and looking at the sky, full of resentment, as if she was accusing God of being unfair to her.
"I have found the child for you, and I hope you will let go of your hatred as soon as possible." I placed the child next to Murphy, took out three sticks of incense from my pocket, lit it, and inserted it next to their mother and son. on the land.
White smoke curled up, peaceful and slow.
I stepped forward and gently covered Murphy's eyes and upper body, and covered the mother and son with soil bit by bit with my hands.
"I have already investigated during the day. Murphy's father is the director of the textile factory in the city. He will be here tomorrow. I think she would also like to see her father."
The wind picked up, and the whistling sound was like the sound of a woman sobbing.
Yes, she was a beloved baby at home, but who knew that she became a warrior of love, but became a slave of marriage, and ended up risking her own life.
I nodded, closed my eyes, and concentrated on reciting the Sutra, hoping that mother and son would rest in peace soon.
