Song Xiang thought that what Yu Gang had stolen from the old lady was a gem, but when he turned on the light, he found that it was just an ordinary bracelet.
Yu Gang and his group were beaten so badly by Shun Han that they all ran away in the dark.
Song Xiang originally wanted to ask Yan Han if he was injured, but Yan Han said he would return the bracelet to the old lady first.
The two walked through the wheat field together and entered Old Mrs. Yu's yard. It was a mess inside. Old Mrs. Yu was sitting on the steps. The dim light illuminated her old face, outlining the infinite loneliness and desolation.
Song Xiang looked uncomfortable and handed the bracelet over, "Grandma, I got this back for you."
The old lady raised her eyes, focused her eyes, and saw a bracelet. A hint of joy suddenly appeared in her dull eyes.
She took the bracelet tremblingly, put her hands together and rubbed them, as if she wanted to bring some warmth to the cold stone.
After a while, she raised her head and glanced weakly at Song Xiang and Yan Han.
"You have also seen that my nephew has not found where the stone is. It is even more impossible for me to give it to you outsiders."
Song Xiang lowered his eyes, not knowing what to say for a moment, and then heard Yan Han speak.
"Human life will end. Once the gem loses its owner, anyone can get it."
The old lady's eyes changed and she looked at Yan Han coldly, "Then you should wait until I die before buying it."
"Gemstones are inherited, not bought."
Yan Han pulled Song Xiang up and looked down at the old lady, "We came to buy from you because we only respect the market value of the gem. We hope to get it from you because we respect the emotion it carries."
The old lady lowered her head and said coolly: "Everyone can say nice things, but I won't be fooled by you."
She stood up and walked tremblingly into the room, "Get out, the gem is not in this room."
After saying that, he closed the door of the main house directly, not even caring about the mess in the yard.
Song Xiang had no choice but to pull Yan Han's sleeve.
Yan Han didn't say anything, turned around and walked out.
Back in the courtyard, Song Xiang turned on the light, turned to Yan Han and said, "Let me see your injury."
Yan Han walked past her and said calmly: "No injuries."
Song Xiang didn't believe it, "I heard it."
"You heard wrong."
Song Xiang was speechless, walked up to Yan Han, scanned his whole body, and recalled the moment in the darkness.
She took Yan Han's arm and pushed her shirt up.
Sure enough, there was a clear mark of the stick blow, and the opponent did not hold back, and it had already started to turn purple.
Yan Han took his arm out of hers and looked up at her, "Can you find the medicine?"
Song Xiang was speechless. He really couldn't. How could there be any medicine in this damn place?
"There seems to be a village doctor in the village."
"We'll go back tomorrow morning." Yan Han frowned and turned to go to bed.
It was late at night, and Song Xiang did not dare to go out to commit suicide. She crawled into bed through the severe cold.
Yan Han turned over and faced Song Xiang. He had his eyes closed but his eyebrows were furrowed.
Song Xiang was worried and thought of the injury caused by severe cold, and couldn't sleep for a while.
After brewing for a long time, until the sound of Shun Han's even breathing came to her ears, she felt a little relieved and reluctantly fell asleep.
Early the next morning, I originally thought that the old lady would ignore them again, but when the time came, there was a knock on the door outside.
Song Xiang reluctantly stood up and found that Yan Han was still in the same posture as last night, with his thin lips pursed tightly and a look of displeasure on his face.