The rural doctor is busy with farming, and her abstinent husband can't bear it

Their figures looked somewhat dishevelled in the dim light of morning light. They were standing close to each other, but the only missing child was the lively and cheerful child - Jiang Youfu. His absence was like an invisible blade, silently cutting a trace of uneasiness in the air.

As soon as Jiang Xunzhong entered the yard, he took off his coat that had been soaked by the rain without hesitation, and gently put it on Zhao's thin shoulders, carefully avoiding the hideous wound on her arm, fearing that even a drop of cold rain would hurt her.

He himself was soaking wet, with his hair sticking to his forehead and water dripping from his clothes, like a drowned chicken that had just been pulled out of the river.

Su Yu watched this scene and secretly sighed in his heart that this kind of consideration and care really made him look like a standard good husband, but at the same time, his negligence and dereliction of duty towards his children made it difficult for him to be a qualified father.

After changing into dry clothes, the couple returned to the house, but their faces could not hide their fatigue and worry, their brows were furrowed, as if covered by a dark cloud.

They walked through every corner of the village all day, even the edge of the most inconspicuous pond, but they never saw Jiang Youfu.

The villagers revealed in their casual chat that the naughty little figure could still be seen in the village alleys the day before yesterday, but in the past two days, he seemed to have been blown away by a gust of wind and disappeared without a trace.

Even the old lady of the Zhang family, who always squinted her eyes to bask in the sun at the entrance of the village, shook her head and said that she had not seen any trace of Jiang Youfu leaving the village.

So, where can a child go in such a familiar little world? A terrible thought quietly rose in Zhao's mind. She trembled unconsciously and tears welled up in her eyes - could it be that he really ran to the unknown and dangerous back mountain alone? Thinking of the wild beasts and unpredictable dangers lurking in the jungle, her heart was torn, and the hope of survival seemed extremely slim.

Jiang Xunzhong looked at the endless rain outside the window and sighed deeply, feeling exhausted both physically and mentally.

After a whole day of searching without success, the restlessness and helplessness in my heart were as lingering as this rainy day.

There was clearly no sign of him leaving the village, yet it seemed as if he had disappeared from the face of the earth. The contradiction and incredibleness of this made him feel extremely confused.

In the kitchen, Xie Xinghua heard the sound of their return, and hurriedly got up and prepared two bowls of hot noodles, hoping to dispel some of the cold and fatigue.

But when she brought the noodles to Zhao with good intentions, she was greeted with a roar from Zhao: "It was your maid who bit me and made me lie in bed for so long, which is why I ran away from home! If anything happens to my son, I will never forgive you!"

Those words were filled with a mother's despair and anger, and her eyes were as sharp as a knife. Xie Xinghua was so scared that she took a step back involuntarily, her body trembling slightly.

Jiang Xunzhong saw this and felt mixed emotions. Although he was hungry, it felt like something was stuck in his throat and he had no taste for food.

He knew that Xie Xinghua had nothing to do with the matter, so he suppressed his discomfort and gently persuaded his wife: "Go back to your room and rest first. We can talk about everything after you calm down."

Jiang Xunzhong, who was usually taciturn, suddenly spoke, leaving Xie Xinghua stunned for a moment. She was surprised and grateful, and then left in a hurry.

In this family, she learned to read people's expressions and avoid unnecessary disturbances.

Looking at Zhao's indignant expression, she thought to herself that no matter whether Jiang Youfu could return safely or not, a deep grudge had probably been planted between Daya and Zhao.

As night fell, the rain poured down in torrents, which lasted all night, until dawn when there was a brief respite.

The small village looks more vibrant after being washed by the rain. The flowers and trees are more lush and green, and the air is so fresh that people can't help but take a deep breath.

Although the path was sparsely traveled in the morning, it was not too muddy. Crystal clear dewdrops hung on the tips of the grass, sparkling with light, adding a bit of poetry.

However, this tranquility and beauty was ruthlessly torn apart by a sudden terrified scream not far away, and everything seemed to have returned to the starting point of ominousness and worry.

Jiang Youfu, the young man who once warmed people's hearts with his smile, suddenly turned into a wisp of smoke and disappeared from the world.

His departure was like a stone thrown into a lotus pond, causing waves but also silencing them in an instant.

Perhaps, it was that accidental misstep that caused him to fall into a deep mud trap, and eventually he bid farewell to the world silently in this tranquil pool of water.

That night, heavy rain poured down and the wind howled. The originally quiet lotus pond was stirred into turbulent waves, as if it was a sigh between heaven and earth, ruthlessly revealing the hidden secret.

Until the next morning, when the dawn broke, a timid young woman passed by the lotus pond and caught a glimpse of the beauty, which became her eternal nightmare.

Zhao, this kind mother, felt as if the whole world collapsed the moment she learned the bad news. Her heart broke into thousands of pieces. The sorrow was like a flood that broke through the dam and suffocated her several times. In a trance, fainting became her only escape.

Jiang Xunzhong, a man who was once as strong as a mountain, was also bent by the heavy blows that followed one after another. Overnight, his black hair seemed to be stained with the frost of time.

And Fang Qin, the woman known for her calmness, showed extraordinary composure when facing the pain of losing her husband.

There was no sadness in her eyes, only a bit of indifference and determination.

Fang Qin has a strong personality and her feelings towards Jiang Youfu are complicated and subtle. She has neither deep love for him nor even a bit of resentment towards him.

Even though Jiang Youfu was expelled from his family and eventually met with misfortune because of her, there was not even a ripple in her heart, let alone regret.

According to ancient customs, people like Jiang Youfu who died of unnatural causes must be buried as soon as possible, and are not allowed to enjoy the honor of an inscription, let alone a family resting place.

For Zhao, this was like adding salt to her painful heart.

She struggled hard and argued with the village elders, and every word she said carried a mother's deepest love and reluctance for her son.

"Why? My family is rich and was born and raised here. Why can't my soul return to this land?"

Zhao's voice was full of helplessness and unwillingness.

The village chief's face was filled with helplessness and sympathy, and his words were full of concerns: "Youfu was indeed found here, but the sudden disappearance of a young life is always hard to accept..."

Zhao's persistence, like a burning flame, fights against the traditions and prejudices of the village.

However, the villagers' attitude is consistent, and they use the power of the group to maintain what they believe to be order.

"Aunt Zhou, if your child's sudden death is placed in the ancestral tomb, it will probably bring bad luck to the village."

Every word of persuasion was mixed with sympathy and concern, but also revealed an unshakable persistence.

In the face of such collective will, Zhao's efforts seem so insignificant.