When he saw Zeng Xuezhi entering the hospital, Dai Zhongming put away his knife, stepped forward and asked.
Zeng Xuezhi nodded with a smile, and said a little shyly: "There is a good boy, but I was negligent. When I saw him, I was so happy that I wanted to take him away. I scared him and almost caused an accident."
"Haha, it's rare for you to be careless sometimes." Dai Zhongming smiled heartily and joked.
Zeng Xuezhi glared at him and replied: "You said you couldn't see the suffering of the old people and children there and refused to follow me, that's why I made the joke."
"Yes, yes, it's all because Mrs. Dai was frightened. Come, let's see what this is?"
Dai Zhongming laughed, took out something from his sleeve pocket and handed it over.
When Zeng Xuezhi saw it, his eyes suddenly lit up and his face was excited.
It was a peach wood hairpin.
The tail of the hairpin is a lotus flower. The whole thing is very small and looks very cheap. But it was carved by Lin Xianjun himself for Zeng Xuezhi back then.
Later, Lin Xianjun disappeared and the hairpin was also missing.
At this moment, Zeng Xuezhi's eyes suddenly filled with tears as he suddenly saw things and thought about people.
She did not pick up the hairpin, but asked a little uneasily, a little excited, a little uneasy, and a little nervously: "Is my husband missing? Where did you find this hairpin? Where are the others?"
When Dai Zhongming saw this, he couldn't bear it.
He turned his face away and whispered: "I saw that you were thinking about that hairpin, so I took it upon myself to carve this hairpin for you. I haven't found your husband yet, I'm sorry."
Zeng Xuezhi's eyes suddenly darkened, his whole body shook slightly with disappointment, and tears finally fell down.
With trembling lips, she held the peach wood hairpin with both hands, rubbed it carefully, then forced a smile and said, "Thank you, I'm very considerate."
After saying that, he turned around and walked out of the courtyard.
The hand holding the hairpin was trembling constantly.
Some things cannot be replaced. Just like some people, no one can replace them.
…
The "Salesian Division" is usually located on the outskirts of the state city, because that way there is plenty of fertile farmland.
After Di Ying and his party left, they dispersed before entering Shezhou City.
Shezhou is very quaint. Due to the developed water system, the city center is similar to the city center of Hangzhou. Small rivers flow along the streets and small bridges can be seen everywhere.
Large pieces of bluestone support the houses, and small lanes are winding and criss-crossing.
Di Ying was sitting by the window of a two-story teahouse, blowing the rain-wet breeze, looking at the street scene in the drizzle, and sipping Shezhou's famous tea, as if he was in a landscape painting, so comfortable and leisurely.
The small whitebait, a specialty of Shezhou, is as tender and transparent as silver. When lightly fried, the silver becomes gold. Putting it on the table makes people unable to bear to drop their chopsticks.
The table next door was eating very happily.
While eating and talking as if no one else was around, it disturbed the tranquility of the room and caused the light mist from the tea to be blown away.
"Hurry up and eat. After that we go to the state government office. I heard that the trial of Sun Yibing's murder case is going to start today. Let's all go and take a look."
"Hey, what's there to see in that? Sun Yibing killed someone, it's absolutely certain, and there are all witnesses and physical evidence. He just waits for Qiu Hou to be executed."
"Huh? You have to wait and see. How satisfying it would be to see that bad guy get his due end? Eat quickly, I'm going too."
"That's right. That guy Sun Yibing relies on his family's wealth to bully men and women. He is simply a scourge in our Shezhou city. Now he is going to be unlucky. Who doesn't want to see it?"
"Tch, don't think it's easy. If Sun Yibing were to get unlucky so easily, it wouldn't be his turn to be here now. You guys should be careful, there will definitely be no result in this case today."
"Hey, you guys, please don't always badmouth me, okay? If the state government dares to open the trial and let the people watch, it must have an explanation."
"Okay, okay, hurry up and finish eating and let's all go take a look. If Zhang Shuchang can sue Sun Yibing, it will help us common people vent their anger."
"Yes, yes, eat quickly."
Several people stopped talking and ate faster.
Di Ying, who heard the conversation between several people, also put down his tea cup, abandoned his poetic thoughts, and started to dig his rice with his head down.
…
Time goes back to the morning of January 18th. Shezhou City, the western suburbs, and Zhangjia Village 18 miles away.
Thirty-year-old Zhang Shuchang suddenly fell ill.
My whole body was shaking with cold, and patches of red rashes appeared constantly.
This frightened his family.
Afraid that his disease would spread to his family, his parents and wife discussed it and carried him to an uninhabited shabby thatched house in the village using a broken door board.
Leave him to die.
Zhang Shuchang also thought he was dead.
He does not complain about the decision of his parents and wife. After all, they still have to continue living.
He also understood why they did it. Because a few years ago, there was a great epidemic after the Shezhou flood. His grandparents, brothers and sisters all lost their lives in that great epidemic.
Only Zhang Shuchang, who took his wife, daughter, and two sons with him at that time, escaped the disaster because he returned to his wife's natal family before the flood.
After that, Zhang Shuchang was responsible for almost all the family's burdens.
Therefore, Zhang Shuchang really understood how afraid his parents and wife were of his strange disease.
But inside, I still couldn't help but feel anxious and sad.
The double mental and physical torture made him drowsy, and in despair, he even looked forward to death.
Until I felt my lips being wetted by a stream of water with a strange taste.
Zhang Shuchang couldn't open his eyes, and his throat was so thirsty that he instinctively opened his mouth.
As he opened his mouth, a stream of warm water slowly moistened his internal organs.
This feeling made Zhang Shuchang think that a god was coming to save him.
But what he heard was a thin and soft voice.
"Dad, wake up, don't sleep. Grandma Ru in the village said that if your daughter plucks this grass and boils water for you, you will feel better. Dad, wake up. My daughter has cooked a lot of it, and you will be fine. Get up."
The voice of his daughter Zhizhi cheered up Zhang Shuchang and he opened his eyes with difficulty.
I saw that my daughter's head and face were covered with dirt, her hair was messy, there were hay leaves and soil fragments on it, and there were cuts on her face.
The two small hands holding the broken pottery bowl were also scratched.
But the smile on his little face was sweet and happy.
A pair of big, watery eyes looked over, blinking and blinking, filled with excitement and excitement after seeing Dad wake up.
The little mouth also buzzed: "Dad! You're awake. Great, come on, drink a little more, drink a little more."
The washed broken pottery bowl reflected the color of green water, like...a fountain of life.
Zhang Shuchang's heart was so sour that it was a complete mess.
