"Uncle Zhou, I don't know, it's not me, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, can I help you find your aunt? Uncle Zhou, don't do this, I, I'm afraid..."
Zhao Lingyan stepped forward tremblingly, squatted down and tried to help the middle-aged man up. The middle-aged man's face was full of tears, and his eyes were filled with hope, "Isn't it you?"
"no no."
"Then where did she go?"
"I, I don't know."
"Can she come back? Let her come back, Lingyan."
The middle-aged man grabbed Zhao Lingyan's arm as if he was grasping the last straw.
Zhao Lingyan bit her lip and was about to cry. She opened and closed her mouth, and finally whispered, "I also hope that my aunt is safe."
The middle-aged man stared at Zhao Lingyan for a while and then murmured: "Okay, Lingyan is a good child. I believe it was not Lingyan's fault. She will come back."
"Maybe it was her brother who did it!" came a discordant voice, and several people following the middle-aged man finally arrived in front of the Zhao family's thatched cottage.
He was a young man. He and two old people only lived in his house. He lived just behind the middle-aged family. He had always been disgusted with Zhao Lingyan's family. When he saw such a scene, he immediately made malicious assumptions.
After he said this, he felt a little proud. He looked at the people who also hated Zhao Lingyan, but found that those people were silent.
The middle-aged man was obviously not among them. He didn't know about Zhao Qi. Hearing this, he said hurriedly: "Yes, Lingyan, where is Zhao Qi? Don't let him do it, or I can tell him..."
He was obviously too panicked and lost his sense of proportion.
In fact, he knew at all that this kind of thing was not something a child could do, but subconsciously he must think that it was these two children who did it, because only in this way could he have a chance to redeem himself.
There is great terror in the unknown, which makes people avoid it.
Zhao Lingyan's trembling slowly stopped, and she looked at the group of people blocking the door of her house. Among them were Fang Liyang and Fang Tong.
At this moment, the teenage girl suddenly wasn't so scared anymore.
Her young little finger pointed at Fang Liyang, "Why don't you ask him? He pushed my brother into the river, and Aqi died!"
People who didn't know about this were a little shocked, but they didn't feel any sadness. They always regarded the Zhao family as outsiders. They didn't necessarily remember the child's appearance, so it had nothing to do with them.
The little girl looked at the young man who first said it was his brother who did it, and plucked up the courage and said, "Aqi said that last time he went to dig sweet potatoes, you kicked him from behind! Are you scared?
You still unjustly accuse Aqi of doing it, Aqi is already dead! He was bullied and killed by you! You still want to unjustly accuse him, how could he do it!"
"Maybe it's a ghost..." Another person suddenly muttered.
"Then he will kill you bad guys first." The little girl said fiercely, as if she could finally vent her grievances for days.
But at this moment, a weak voice sounded faintly, "Then why are you looking for me?"
The speaker was Uncle Zhou who was sitting on the ground. He looked at Zhao Lingyan sadly and said: "Lingyan, I really don't like you either. You are exiled, but I also know that you are a good boy. I have never done anything like this."
I'm sorry about you. Last time Zhao Qi had a head injury and I gave him some medicinal powder. Lingyan, we are not bad guys. Please give them back to me.
Can I burn incense for Zhao Qi? The child is not eating well. I will burn incense for him and pray for him to rest in peace. Can that be done? Can it be done? Lingyan."
Looking at the middle-aged man's pitiful eyes, Zhao Lingyan's fierceness faded away in an instant, and she opened her mouth, not knowing what to say.
"I'm just talking nonsense, Uncle Zhou, Aqi, Aqi is already dead."
She is just a little girl in her teens. Her father is looking for medicine, her mother is in a coma, her brother is dead, and strange things happen in the village, but no one cares about her or helps her.
But when everyone doubted her, she had to repeat the fact that her family members died tragically, uncover the scars over and over again, explain and comfort her.
So sad.
Zhao Lingyan thought.
The little girl's mouth twitched uncontrollably, almost crying.
But she bit her lip, forced herself to hold it back, and tried hard to help Uncle Zhou who had collapsed on the ground. When her heart was about to freeze, Uncle Zhou had given them human warmth, although that warmth was not at all
It can't melt the ice, but it is still an unforgettable kindness. Zhao Lingyan doesn't want anything to happen to them.
She doesn't know what happened to this village, but she doesn't want innocent people to be affected.
Aqi, is it really you?
If you want revenge, you can kill Fang Liyang and the others. Uncle Zhou is not bad to us. His children haven't been born yet. Can you give them back?
Aqi, don't hurt innocent people.
They also have families.
They scolded us because they were stupid. My father taught me that everyone will have their own ignorance and ignorance, so be respectful, don’t get angry because of other people’s misunderstandings, be self-reliant, and do the right things.
I know that Aqi is not a narrow-minded person.
Aqi is very smart.
Tears already flowed from the little girl's eyes, but she still supported the middle-aged man's body with her thin shoulders and slowly helped him up.
"Uncle Zhou, even if Aqi really becomes a ghost, he will definitely not harm you."
Although she was crying, she tried hard to speak every word clearly and sincerely.
The middle-aged man finally stood up straight and said: "Okay, okay, I believe in Lingyan, I, I will go home and wait for them to come back."
The middle-aged people went back, and people with different expressions slowly dispersed from here.
Zhao Lingyan walked into the house and sat blankly beside her mother's bed, looking fragile and confused, "Mom, do we really want to stay here?"
She held the hand of the unconscious woman on the bed, looking miserable.
"But dad said you're waiting for him here, and even if you leave, how can I take you away? Where will we go?"
She was scared, but she still packed her things silently.
The cycle of cause and effect, the gears of fate slowly turning, Zhao Lingyan didn't know what kind of abyss she was in, but she sensed the danger, so she instinctively began to struggle.
Three days later, Zhao Lingyan looked at the packed clothes and supplies in the house with a sad expression. There was a worn wooden board on the ground and several small wooden wheels that she found.
If she can put these things together, she can use this to pull her mother away.
But this kind of thing is not that easy. She has seen her father make a small car and install the wheels on the wooden board to run away. However, when she made it herself, either the position and size were wrong, or the wheels were stuck.
But she still tries.
She instinctively felt fear, as if something bad would happen if she stayed any longer. She couldn't carry her mother, but she still wanted to take her mother away from here.
It's just that many things in this world are always unsatisfactory. Just when Zhao Lingyan tried again with a small hammer and nails, a man's sad roar penetrated the entire village.
On a morning like this when the sun is about to rise, the sound is terrifying. This chapter has been completed!