The world is broken, the cubs mend it

"If you have the guts, repeat what you just said to me again, or I'll tear your mouth apart."

Chen Jiahe regretted not pouring two buckets of oil on them. Looking at the child hiding in the crowd, his eyes softened again.

"Don't be so arrogant. I'm telling you, we have lost our house. Where are you going to let us live?"

The old man of the Wang family looked at his son and daughter-in-law whose faces were half swollen, and pointed at him with trembling fingers. He was committing murder and arson.

"How old is my child? Can she light firecrackers? Does she have the strength to stuff them into the straw stack?"

Chen Jiahe pointed at the straw stack that had been burned to ashes, but one could still see how solid it was. A three-year-old child could not exert that much strength.

"Just because she can't fit in doesn't mean those two can't fit in."

Aunt Wang glared at him fiercely, but after hearing this, she was no longer in the right.

"What does that have to do with my kid? All your family members have died, and you catch my kid and scold him?"

Chen Jiahe's words also became more vicious, but it was still not cruel enough compared to what she had just said.

"It's New Year's Day, what are you talking about..."

Aunt Wang doesn't think it's unpleasant when she scolds others, but when it's someone else's turn to scold her, she thinks the words sound unlucky.

"It's New Year's Day, what did you just say? Do you have to feel pain when you get slapped in the face?"

Chen Jiahe walked through the crowd and picked up the child. Looking at her aggrieved eyes, he felt as if his heart was stabbed by a needle.

The Wang family felt like they had been poured a bucket of cold water on their heads. Now they felt a sting in their hearts and could no longer find a way to vent their anger.

"You guys tell me, who is it?"

The scene quieted down, and Village Chief Wang put the important things first.

"It's none of my business who burned it. You have to apologize to my child first today."

Chen Jiahe walked up to Aunt Wang holding the child. Today's matter couldn't be let go so easily.

"You hit someone and you want me to compensate you, right?"

Aunt Wang swallowed a breath, her face still hurting badly.

"You deserve it if I hit you. I helped you put out the fire, and you turned around and bullied my child?

Count it yourself. My child has never provoked you. How many times have you bullied her? If you don't apologize to my child today, no one will have a good life. "

Chen Jiahe didn't care about anything else. He just knew that his child was scolded for no reason and this was no trivial matter.

Those in the village who usually like to join in the fun didn't say a word. It's true that the Wang family bullied the child more than once, and it was indeed a bit of bullying.

"Or you can just apologize to them. Neighbors shouldn't hold grudges against each other overnight."

Village chief Wang sighed and could only put the matter aside for the time being. He didn't know when such a big trouble could be resolved.

"Yeah, think about how badly you cursed me just now, just apologize and forget about it, and let's get along well from now on."

Wang Ziheng didn't know what Aunt Wang had done before, but judging from what happened just now, she had to apologize to the girl.

"Aunt, your family's problem hasn't been resolved yet, you should apologize and settle the matter as soon as possible."

Wang Mazi pushed her gently, thinking that it was time to teach her a lesson about her naughty and scoundrelly nature.

Under the gaze of the villagers, Aunt Wang's face was almost burning with embarrassment.

The village chief and several neighbors took turns urging her to apologize. She finally couldn't stand the pressure and spoke stiffly after stumbling twice.

"I'm sorry for this time. Just treat it as if I was talking nonsense. I...I will never bother you again."

After saying that, she felt the gazes falling on her like needles pricking her.

This time she really felt ashamed.

Yuanyuan buried her head in her father's arms. When she heard Aunt Wang apologize to her, she turned her head and looked at her: "I don't forgive you."

She heard all those nasty words just now. She didn't like Aunt Wang, and she still didn't like her even if she apologized.

"You..."

The words "silly girl" were stuck in Aunt Wang's throat. She swallowed them back with all her might, her face flushed.

"Just do what you have to do!"

Chen Jiahe carried the child and the bucket back, not wanting to stay here for another second.

Whether the child forgives or not is one thing, but she should apologize.

"Are you still afraid?"

"I'm not afraid anymore. Dad is so powerful. When he comes, they won't dare to bully me."

Yuanyuan was still very scared when she was alone. Aunt Wang's ferocious look was too scary.

"What's so great about him? He can only act tough."

Chen Jiahe realized his narrow-mindedness only after he learned to read. He only had brute force, and smart people were not like him.

"Dad can cook delicious meals, make clothes, farm, and read. He knows so many things. Dad is the most amazing dad."

Yuanyuan counted slowly on her fingers. In her eyes, her father was very powerful and was not afraid of anyone.

"You are also a smart and lovely child."

Chen Jiahe looked up at the sky, trying hard to hold back the tears that were about to fall out of his eyes.

The child always gives him the greatest recognition when he is most lonely, and having her by his side makes people feel warm.

"Dad praised me!"

Yuanyuan raised her little hand happily. Her father rarely praised her.

"I'm not very good at talking, and you've always been a good kid."

Chen Jiahe is not very good at praising others. For someone like him who is full of thorns, it is difficult for him to say compliments to others.

"Dad, Sister Yingying and Brother Lele are innocent. We didn't go there to set off fireworks."

Yuanyuan is still worried about her friends, afraid that they will suffer the same thing as she did.

"I know, don't worry, it'll be fine."

Village chief Wang must have a way to solve this problem. Someone saw them playing on the main road, so this matter cannot be blamed on Lele and Yingying.

After they left, the children were still arguing with each other, so Village Chief Wang took them all to the village committee.

Several family members came, and someone also provided alibis for Lele and Yingying.

A house fire is a big deal, and the compensation alone will cost a lot of money.

At first, Wang Jiaqiang and the children refused to admit it, but after repeated questioning, one of them finally admitted it, and then the others also told the truth.

Several people blew up many straw stacks and pig pens along the way. Aunt Wang got angry again on the spot and asked who did it.

As a result, several people pointed the finger at Wang Jiaqiang, saying that he really was the one who stuffed the bag this time.

Aunt Wang fainted on the spot without catching her breath, and old man Wang was choked by the thick smoke, which made his already poor health even worse.

On New Year's Day, the family crowded into the kitchen, and Wang Jiaqiang's crying could be heard clearly in half the village.

In the past, Village Chief Wang always advised them to take good care of the child. Now his words have come true, and the already poor family has been hit even harder.

At night, Aunt Wang lay on the stiff wooden board, and Wangdi's face always appeared in her dreams.

The originally fair and tender face gradually became dry, yellow and thin, and he kept questioning her why she treated him like that.

Not only her, but everyone else had a similar dream, thinking that it was the dead Wangdi who came to lock their souls.

In fact, it is not the case. Wangdi’s soul will not be trapped in a prison where she is not loved and valued. She will have a happier and brighter next life.

Dreaming about these things is just a reflection of the ugliness deep inside them.