Su Guihua was sitting in a wheelchair, looking at Yang Xiaobao who was rubbing her legs, feeling very uncomfortable.
Five years ago, heavy rains continued to rain in Shitou Village for half a month, causing mudslides.
Su Guihua's entire family was buried, and it was Yang Xiaobao who risked his life to save her.
Because of that natural disaster, Yang Xiaobao was hit on the head by a rock and became a fool. Su Guihua also lost her legs and could only sit in a wheelchair for the rest of her life.
Su Guihua thought about going to a large hospital in the provincial capital with Yang Xiaobao for treatment, but the examination fee would cost several thousand yuan, and the treatment fee might cost tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands.
How could Su Guihua afford such a terrifying amount of money?
What's more, since the accident between the two, the fields of both families have been occupied by other people in the village, completely cutting off their source of income.
Fortunately, there is a small orchard in the yard. Every time the fruits are ripe, I can sell some money, so I can barely make ends meet.
Every time she thought of this, Su Guihua couldn't bear the grievance in her heart and shed tears of sadness.
"Sister, why are you crying again?"
"It won't look good if you cry all over your face."
Yang Xiaobao pulled his sleeves and gently wiped the tears on Su Guihua's face.
"Xiaobao, I'm sorry for you."
Su Guihua opened her arms and took Yang Xiaobao into her arms.
Su Guihua is not tall, only over 1.6 meters tall.
The facial features are as exquisite as works of art, with no flaws to be found.
Especially her pink cherry mouth and smart eyes will attract any man with just one look.
A head of glossy black straight hair hangs down from her shoulders.
She has a slender figure and slender legs.
She was wearing a loose floral dress at this time. She didn't wear makeup, but she was as beautiful as a fairy walking out of a painting.
Su Guihua tried to marry herself off more than once and used the bride price to treat Yang Xiaobao's illness.
But no one wants to spend money to marry a disabled person back home.
"Sister, you are so boring that I can't breathe."
Yang Xiaobao grabbed Su Guihua's arms with both hands and pushed her away seriously, "Sister, can you stop counting my neck every time you cry."
"Every time you go there it's so stuffy that I can't breathe."
Su Guihua lowered her head and couldn't help but smile shyly, "Sister, I can't help myself every time... It won't be like this next time."
At this time, a teasing voice sounded, "Osmanthus, if you are lonely, you should tell your buddies earlier. Can't we still satisfy you with so many of us?"
Immediately afterwards, several arrogant young people pushed open the door and barged in.
The leader wore a tight leather jacket, had yellow and green hair, and had a scorpion tattoo on his face.
Just by standing there, the smell of gangsters is very strong.
Behind him, there were two small followers.
Su Guihua knew them. The leader was Su Xiangdong, a notorious gangster in the village.
I have never done anything serious since I was a child, and I have done a lot of fighting and stealing.
I was just released from prison two months ago.
"Xiaobao, let's go back to the room." Su Guihua's expression changed and she covered herself tightly with a blanket.
"Oh." Yang Xiaobao nodded, and as he was pushing the wheelchair, he was suddenly hit in the back of the head with a stick.
In an instant, the world was spinning, and my head was feeling light and groggy.
All the people and objects in front of me had double images, and I couldn't hear what they were saying clearly.
"Xiaobao! Xiaobao!" Su Guihua shouted at the top of her voice, struggling and falling from the wheelchair.
Regardless of the pain, he gritted his teeth and crawled to Yang Xiaobao's side.
When he reached out and touched it, blood oozed from the back of his head.
"Liu Xiangdong! How dare you kill someone!" There was no fear in Su Guihua's eyes, only anger.
The two young followers looked stunned and thought of quitting.
Normally it's okay to follow the big brother and show off one's strength, but if someone really gets killed, no one is afraid of taking responsibility.
"Isn't there still breath left?"
Liu Xiangdong glanced at it, and then ordered to the two followers: "You two hold her down, and it will be your turn when I am done."
"Okay, big brother."
The two followers breathed a sigh of relief and immediately pulled Su Guihua's arms from left to right.
"You bastards, you bastards! You must die a good death!"
"Help! Help!"
Su Guihua shouted repeatedly, hoping that someone would rush in and stop them.
Liu Xiangdong knelt down and admired Su Guihua's seductive legs. He lifted up his skirt and said, "Stop shouting. Everyone in the village has gone to worship the mountain god."
"Unless I die!" Su Guihua struggled violently.
Snapped!
Liu Xiangdong slapped her face impatiently.
Under the intense pain, Su Guihua was stunned on the spot for a while, half of her head was numb.
Seeing this, Liu Xiangdong took off his pants impatiently.
When he was getting ready to do something, he saw Yang Xiaobao getting up from the ground in a daze, clenching his fists and hitting Liu Xiangdong, mumbling, "Don't hit my sister, no one is allowed to hit my sister."
"Damn, I'm really looking for death!"
Liu Xiangdong looked fiercely and hit Yang Xiaobao on the head again with a wooden stick.
Click!
At a distance, the arm-thick wooden stick broke into two halves on the spot.
Yang Xiaobao also fell to the ground and became silent.
Blood was flowing out, and his whole head was lying in a pool of blood.
The two followers looked at each other, fearing for their lives, so they stepped forward to check.
You wouldn't know it if you didn't look at it, but the two of them felt their hearts in their throats.
"Brother, he's dead." The two said in unison.
Liu Xiangdong stepped forward to check in person. After confirming that he was not breathing, he cursed angrily, "Damn, what a bad luck!"
"Brother, what should we do now?" the two continued to ask.
"What else can we do if someone is killed? Of course he ran away!"
"Anyway, Stone Village is a remote place. Let's go outside to avoid the limelight and then come back."
Liu Xiangdong spat at Yang Xiaobao's body before reluctantly leaving.
Two followers followed closely behind.
"Xiaobao, Xiaobao!"
Su Guihua also came to her senses at this time and crawled to Yang Xiaobao's side.
She desperately called for help, but everyone in the village went to worship the mountain god, and it was impossible for anyone to come to help.
My legs are disabled and I can’t even go out and call for help.
Deep despair and self-blame came to my heart, and I burst into tears.
At the same time, Yang Xiaobao appeared in a magical space.
There was a vast expanse of white all around, like a fairy spirit.
Immediately afterwards, an old man with a beard appeared in front of him with his feet on auspicious clouds.
"I am the mountain god of Shitou Village. I think you are kind-hearted and honest, so you should not die here, so I specially give you the inheritance."
The mountain god pointed his finger, and bursts of white light merged into Yang Xiaobao's mind.
Yang Xiaobao's face was full of shock, and he was about to ask a few questions, but found that the mountain god had disappeared, and the surrounding white mist also quickly receded.
Immediately afterwards, a feeling of breathlessness swept through my body.
Out of the instinct to survive, Yang Xiaobao grabbed it with his hand and pushed it away hard.
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