There was an oil lamp in the room like a bean, and the old lady was so excited that she didn't know what to do. She picked up the skirt of her clothes and wiped the dirty wooden pillars, for fear of staining Han Feng and Qiu Shui's clothes.
"Master Huaishu" looked at the kitchen, said nothing, and went out.
Han Feng and Qiu Shui sat on a short wooden pier, chatting with the old man while looking around. I don't know when this small house was built or what it was used for. It was so small that it could barely accommodate a bed.
For the bed, a stove was simply built against the west wall, and a few small wooden piers were placed there, and there was almost no place to stand.
After a pack of cigarettes, Mr. Huaishu led a young man to bring over a steaming meal. It wasn't sumptuous, but it was decent, and there was even a game.
Old Sophora Tree Master rubbed his hands and said sheepishly: "In our poor mountain valley, there is nothing good that we can get. It's just common food, so let's just eat some!"
The old lady was so grateful that she didn't know what to say and kept wiping her eyes.
Qiushui had been hungry for a long time and ate very deliciously.
Mr. Huaishu and the old lady looked at the two of them eating so happily, and their faces also showed joy.
Just as I was putting away the dishes, a sharp mountain breeze came into the hut through the gap in the wall, blowing out the lights, and suddenly there was a bone-chilling chill in the house.
Lighting the lamp again, the four people sat around. The old lady took Han Feng's hand and rubbed it for a while, and then took Qiu Shui's hand and couldn't bear to let it go. She pursed her lips, she liked it so much that she didn't know what to say, and suddenly she seemed to think of something.
As if, his eye circles were red, and he quickly lowered his head.
The old locust tree man was smoking a long dry pipe and rarely spoke. There seemed to be too much heaviness and helplessness in his knife-like wrinkles.
Han Feng felt that something must have happened to the old man. This feeling had been there since he first entered the village: the villagers' deliberate silence, the strange eyes of the onlookers, the old man's desolate condition and sad look... It seemed like they
What are they trying to avoid?
"Auntie, I heard Brother Li say that our family lives in a three-generation old house, surrounded by green water and lined with ancient locust trees. Isn't this a small house?"
"Really?...Weifeng really said that?..." the old lady asked, wiping her tears.
Seeing that the old lady refused to say anything, Han Feng turned his face to the old Sophora Tree Lord who looked like a stone sculpture next to him, his eyes full of doubts.
"Master Huaishu" knocked the pipe heavily on the thick soles of his shoes a few times, coughed, and said: "His aunt, these two kids are not outsiders, so let's talk to them!"
The old lady looked up at Han Feng and Qiu Shui, sighed, and lowered her head again.
"Let me tell you! I'm afraid your aunt will never dare to mention such a thing again! Anyway, I have lived for more than eighty years, and it is enough for me to die. I am not afraid!" Old Huaishuye spat.
He took a sip and told the whole story.
Li Weifeng is an orphan. His father died when he was four years old, and his mother worked hard to raise him up alone. Li Weifeng is very sensible and obedient. He has loved martial arts since he was a child and has achieved success in it. He won the championship in a national fighting competition and was called "
The "Lengsheng Special Forces Brigade" was specially recruited into the army. This was a major event to honor the ancestors. It was a sensation in the area for dozens of miles. The people who came to propose marriage almost crossed the threshold. It was the happiest time in the old lady's life.
Later, Li Weifeng got married to his childhood sweetheart girl from the neighboring village, Xiang Xiang. The old lady thought that she could enjoy her old age in peace. Unexpectedly, something unexpected happened. During the Yunnan War, Li Weifeng died. The family suddenly collapsed and everything changed.
After Li Weifeng died, the old lady repeatedly asked Vanilla to remarry, unwilling to let Vanilla stay with her as a widow for the rest of her life. Vanilla was very stubborn and firmly refused to remarry. She insisted on living with the old man and providing for Li Weifeng to support the old lady until she died.
But as "good fortune never comes in pairs, misfortunes never come singly", such a good girl was actually targeted by the village director, the beast. He tried every means to entangle Vanilla. After being rejected by Vanilla, he persisted in his evil intentions and finally raped Vanilla when the old lady was not at home.
Already.
For the sake of the old lady, Vanilla wanted to endure the humiliation and survive, but that beast came to bully her every three days. In the end, Vanilla couldn't bear the humiliation and committed suicide by jumping off a cliff on a stormy night.
After the death of Xiangxiang, the old lady complained everywhere. The village director was so powerful that she could not be shaken. After all this, the old lady was sued by the village director to the county for forcing her daughter-in-law to death. She threatened to be punished for a serious crime. Miss her.
He was too old to be held accountable, but he was kicked out of the old house where he had lived for three generations and ended up living in this uninhabited shabby house.
In fact, the village director has been jealous of the Li Weifeng family's old house for a day or two, and has never had a chance to take action. This time, he took advantage of the false accusation and occupied the Li family's ancestral old house.
"No one came to investigate? No one upholds justice for such a thing?" Qiu Shui was dumbfounded and couldn't believe that such a beautiful mountain village could have such a nasty crime.
"People from above, including the police, came to the scene. They said that Xiangxiang's death was purely suicide and had nothing to do with the village director. They told Weifeng's mother that if she appealed again, it would be a false accusation and she would be sentenced. People in the village have seen the world.
Not much. When the police say this, no one dares to discuss it anymore!"
"What about the media? They actually let it go?" As a reporter, Qiu Shui's professional habits made her feel that this matter was really unbelievable.
"I heard that reporters later came to look for people in the village to investigate the matter. As soon as the reporters left, everyone who provided information was either beaten up for no reason, or their houses were set on fire. I heard that,
Those reporters were fake. They were deliberately set up by the village director. They were all hearsay and unsubstantiated. Who dared to do anything to him? However, no one in the village dared to come forward for this matter anymore. See you.
Your aunt is avoiding the plague, alas..." Mr. Huaishu let out a long sigh.
The old lady remained silent. From time to time, she wiped the corners of her eyes with her dirty clothes. Her suppressed sobs pierced the hearts of Han Feng and Qiu Shui like knives.
"Auntie, what's wrong with your eyes?" Han Feng was afraid that the old man would be too sad, so he changed the topic.
"After Wei Feng died, your aunt cried every day, and then something happened to Vanilla. Your aunt cried and complained everywhere, but it won't work anymore!" Old Huaishu explained with a sigh.
"You haven't asked anyone to take a look?" Han Feng put the oil lamp close to the old lady's face and carefully observed her reaction. Unfortunately, the old lady didn't seem to feel anything.
"I saw the doctor a few times and took medicine a few times. I didn't care about anything! The medicine was too expensive and we couldn't afford it, so we had to live with it like this! My aunt is getting old, and it's better not to see some things!"
The wife whispered.
"No money? Doesn't Brother Weifeng still have some pension?" Han Feng asked doubtfully.
"Your aunt originally planned to use the little money from Weifeng as a dowry for Xiangxiang. After Xiangxiang died, your aunt donated all the money to the primary school in the village. Alas..." Mr. Huaishu's eyes were cloudy.
There seemed to be something shiny rolling inside. He quickly lowered his head and wiped it, covering up: "The smoke is so strong that it made my tears come out!"
Several people stopped talking, and the mountain breeze that penetrated through the gap made people's hearts feel cold.
The next day, Han Feng and Qiu Shui asked the old lady for directions to worship the vanilla.
Under a broken cliff, Vanilla's grave has been buried by weeds.
After burning the paper for Vanilla, Qiu Shui fell on Han Feng's shoulder and cried bitterly.
Han Feng felt that his heart was bleeding.
Enemies lived on a narrow road, so when they came back, they bumped into the village director. The man was drunk, followed by a dozen disheveled guys, and stopped Han Feng and the two on the road.
"Hey, you...are you two...the ones who went to Li...Li Weifeng's house last night?" The man said arrogantly, his mouth full of alcohol.
Han Feng and Qiu Shui didn't speak.
"I was about to go to that old immortal's house to find you, and I just happened to run into you. How about... come to my place and sit down... let's... talk!"
Qiu Shui glared at him and said coldly: "We don't know you, what are we talking about? Go away!"
"Hey! She has... personality! I like it!" The guy smiled at the friends behind him: "Such... such a beautiful girl, you guys have never seen her before... right?"
Everyone burst into laughter and looked at Qiu Shui with lustful eyes, wishing they could swallow her in one gulp.
There were many villagers standing around to watch the fun, and everyone couldn't help but sweat for Han Feng and Qiu Shui.
Suddenly, an anxious voice came over: "Child... child..." It turned out that the old lady heard the letter and came over in a panic.
Han Feng rushed up to meet the old lady and supported the old lady.
The old lady broke away from Han Feng and stumbled to the village director. She knelt on the ground and kowtowed while crying: "The two children are outsiders. This matter has nothing to do with them. You want to kill them."
You want to find me! Please let them go! I swear to God, as long as you let them go, I will never sue again!"
Han Feng rushed forward and helped the old man up: "Auntie, what are you doing? We are not afraid of him!"
The village director glared with a pair of drunken eyes and cursed: "What a big deal a stinky soldier has... I have the final say in this area of a hundred miles, and I pissed off the uncle... so that you can't eat... just walk around!"
The murderous aura in Han Feng suddenly came out of his body, and his eyes were so cold that he could freeze a polar bear to death.
The village director was so frightened that the blood in his body almost froze, and he woke up from the wine.
"You deserve to die!" Han Feng said every word.
"Boy! You've got the guts!" The man's drunken eyes were red and he yelled behind him: "Why are you so fucking stupid? Come on! I'll be responsible for you if you beat him to death, and I'll bear it if you're screwed!"
A group of guys swarmed up, some carrying sticks, some holding clubs, some wielding shovels, some holding daggers... they rushed forward menacingly.
Although the old lady couldn't see it, she could hear it clearly. She stood in front of Han Feng like a crazy female animal: "If anyone dares to touch him, kill me first!"
Qiu Shui didn't expect that this group of people would dare to be so lawless, and his face turned pale with anger.
The group of people quickly surrounded the three people, and the surrounding villagers who were watching the excitement were so frightened that they hid.
"Since you are going to kill me, you should count my old man as one of them!" Following the words, an old man broke in from outside. His face was ashen and his beard was trembling. It was the old Sophora Tree Master who was over seventy years old.
"You ungrateful old man, I usually give you three points because of your age, but today you are seeking death on your own, don't fucking regret it! Old man, it doesn't matter if you die, believe it or not.
Will I settle the debt with your son or grandson?"
The old man's face turned cold and he said angrily: "If you dare to touch them, I will never let you go even if you are a ghost!"
"Haha... You know whether I dare to touch them or not! As for whether you will let me go, we will wait until you become a ghost!" The man looked up to the sky and laughed wildly.
Han Feng looked at the thugs around him and pulled Qiu Shui, the old lady and Mr. Sophora japonica aside. Without saying anything, he stood up and walked towards a large Sophora japonica tree nearby.
This locust tree is old, tall and straight, with a body as thick as a hug, and dense branches and leaves like an umbrella.
Han Feng raised his knees and legs, and kicked the tree with a thud. The huge trunk swayed, and countless leaves fell down like butterflies.
The village director couldn't help but feel angry: "What the hell..."
Before he finished cursing, there was a loud "click" and the big locust tree fell down without any wind.
The people around him were so frightened that they ran away from each other.
When the big tree that fell to the ground stopped moving, people all around gathered around it.
Everyone was shocked: the trunk of the tree was completely broken into pieces and was as soft as freshly filtered bean dregs.
Seeing that the situation was not going well, the aggressive thugs just threw away their weapons and sneaked away.