"If that's the case, does my mother-in-law doubt me? Will Jiaojiao's life experience be discovered?"
"No, this matter must not be known to anyone."
"I've been hiding it for so many years, I can't let it fall short."
"Moreover, I have already paid the price for this. I can only go all the way to the end and cannot stop."
"I have to stop the old lady and not let her say it."
Thinking of this, Wang Xuechan hurriedly looked at the calendar to see when her husband would come home.
"There are still two days left, so it should be enough time."
The panicked Wang Xuechan tried her best to calm down. She held her cold hands and stared into the night, thinking.
"My mother-in-law is old. I heard that Wang next door suffered a cerebral hemorrhage and passed away a few days ago."
"My mother-in-law suddenly said these things. She is probably not sure about Jiaojiao's life experience yet. She just has some doubts. She is already like this."
"If she is stimulated, will she lie down and be unable to get up?"
Liu Yuqin didn't know that her daughter-in-law in the next bedroom was planning to shut her up.
She looked at the dark night, feeling even more tormented in her heart. She regretted the things she had done when she was young.
I thought that after all these years, it would never be mentioned again and no one would know.
But the police came to her door and told her that Yang Chenlin and Jiaojiao were related by blood, and that Yang Chenlin was from Maple Bay.
The policeman must have sensed something when he asked himself those words.
Could it be that, as I suspected, Yang Chenlin's mother was the daughter he abandoned back then?
If that's the case, Yang Chenlin and Jiaojiao are cousins!
That child is his grandson...
My granddaughter indirectly killed her grandson. This is all retribution!
That night, the three women in the room were tossing and turning.
Zhou Zhimo drove to Maple Bay, a quaint village with beautiful mountains and clear waters along the way.
Scattered houses, piled in small groups, form a small courtyard.
Zhou Zhimo parked the car on the cement roadside and walked along the small bridge over the river to the opposite side.
He inquired along the way and found out that that was Yang Chen's Lin family.
Seeing Zhou Zhimo coming, Yang Chenxi hurriedly walked over to greet him.
Paper money and unburned scented wax were scattered in the corners of the yard and in the grass on the roadside.
Yang Chenlin was buried. Under the sunshine, the family was still in a haze.
Zhou Zhimo sat in the chair and wanted to speak several times, but he didn't know how to comfort him.
Yang Chenxi poured tea and handed it to him: "Officer Zhou, drink some water."
He sat down opposite Zhou Zhimo: "Why are you here today?"
"My brother's matter has just passed, and we don't want to mention it again."
Yang Chenxi looked inside the room, then turned back and continued to say to Zhou Zhimo, "Everyone in the family is feeling very sad."
Zhou Zhimo nodded and said with a heavy face, "I know, I understand."
"I came here today to learn about some other things."
"I asked you last time if your family is related to Tang Jiaojiao."
Under Yang Chenxi's suspicious eyes, Zhou Zhimo continued: "Later, I went to Tang Jiaojiao's house."
"When Tang Jiaojiao's mother heard the news, she acted very strangely and suddenly changed her appearance."
"Her grandma even knocked things over in a panic, as if she was afraid of something."
Zhou Zhimo looked at Yang Chenxi: "I looked through a lot of information and found that Tang Jiaojiao's grandmother was an educated youth who went to the countryside."
"And where she stays is right here in Maple Bay."
Yang Chenxi didn't understand for a moment: "You mean, our family is related to that woman."
After saying that, Yang Chenxi shook his head: "It's impossible."
"Our family is all farmers. People from the previous generations rarely even go to the city."
"Only people of our generation have gone out to work and entered the city in recent years."
"I heard my brother mention it before. That woman's family is all people working in the city."
Zhou Zhimo pursed his lips: "These are all conjectures. I came here today just to find out what happened back then."
"Look, can you ask the elderly in your family if they have any impression of Liu Yuqin?"
"Oh, she is Tang Jiaojiao's grandma."
Yang Chenxi rejected him: "No, my parents were so angry that they fell asleep."
"There is also a grandma at home. My brother has been held in the palm of her hand since he was a child. He has not eaten in the past few days."
"Although Tang Jiaojiao did not intentionally kill anyone, my brother..."
"This matter has nothing to do with her."
"At this time, if you ask them about this woman, wouldn't you stab their hearts with a knife?"
Zhou Zhimo nodded and pursed his lips: "Yes, you are right."
"Can you take me to the old man in the village?"
"People from the older generation who are more reliable in speaking and doing things."
"I'll go find them and find out."
Seeing that Yang Chenxi lowered his head and said nothing, Zhou Zhimo advised, "You are also worried about this matter."
"Although the case is over, I still want to find out the doubts behind it."
Yang Chenxi looked up at Zhou Zhimo and whispered, "Let's go, I'll take you to ask other people."
The two got up and left. Yang Chenxi took Zhou Zhimo to a house not far away.
Yang Chenxi said to Zhou Zhimo: "My family has just finished errands. I can't enter other people's houses. Just stay outside."
Zhou Zhimo nodded: "Okay."
Sitting on the firewood pile by the yard, Yang Chenxi handed Mr. Wu a cigarette: "Master Wu, smoke."
Mr. Wu waved his hand and raised the dry tobacco pot in his hand: "No, I have this."
He sat down on the stone pier, struck a match, lit the dry tobacco pot, took a puff, and exhaled the smoke.
Yang Chenxi pointed at Zhou Zhimo and said to Mr. Wu, "Master Wu, this is Officer Zhou."
"He wants to inquire about someone, so you can talk about it."
Mr. Wu smoked a cigarette slowly without looking at them: "Who are you asking about?"
Yang Chenxi and Zhou Zhimo looked at each other, and Zhou Zhimo said, "An educated youth who came here back then."
"Her name is Liu Yuqin, do you still remember her?"
Mr. Wu took a puff and squinted his eyes in the smoke. After a while, he took off the dry tobacco pot, turned it over and tapped it on the stone.
After pouring out the ash, he took out a handful of cut tobacco from the dark cloth tobacco bag, kneaded it in his palm, stuffed it into the dry tobacco pot, stretched out his thumb and pressed it.
Mr. Wu put the cigarette stick in his mouth, took out the matchbox slowly, took out one, lit it with a "click", and dropped the curled matchstick on the muddy ground.
Exhaling a puff of smoke, he looked at the bamboo forest in front of the door, coughed, and cleared his throat: "In a blink of an eye, many years have passed..."
Mr. Wu glanced at Zhou Zhimo and asked, "Are those people still alive?"
