Uncle Nine, where are you running to?

Perhaps it was because a woman came and kept protecting Cheng Ying, and Xiao Ma's family still had some conscience, so Cheng Ying was not beaten again, but they still did not let go.

Time passes day by day.

The despair in Cheng Ying's eyes gradually deepened, and he almost knelt down to Xiao Ma's parents.

Their gray hair seemed to sting Cheng Ying's eyes. Cheng Ying didn't dare to force it anymore. He pulled Jingzhi, who was still bowing, and turned away.

Several men holding iron ash wood sticks stared at them closely and slowly moved away from the courtyard gate, not daring to let go of the things in their hands for a moment.

Cheng Ying's name is still quite famous among them.

One man was so angry that he shouted at Cheng Ying's back:

"Aying, you've also seen Xiao Ma. He's only seven years younger than you."

"His parents are in their fifties. They lost their son in their old age. After his death, there was no one to carry their coffin. Ask yourself, is it possible for them to give in?!"

"This matter cannot be solved with just some money!"

Cheng Ying paused, turned around and looked at the speaker intently.

The man's scalp tingled and his blood seemed to run cold in an instant, as if he was being stared at by a wolf.

It was not until Cheng Ying looked away that he patted his chest as if he had been reborn.

Cheng Ying ignored him, walked over and bowed deeply three times to the two elders, tore off a page of paper from the notebook, and handed it over.

Xiao Ma's parents were colder than each other, or perhaps it could be said that they were heartbroken.

No one answered.

Cheng Ying stood there stiffly, head slightly lowered, like an annoying child trying desperately to please others.

Jingzhi looked at it and felt a pang of pain in his heart.

Her Ah Ying is obviously innocent.

Just for the sake of "righteousness", just for the sake of righteousness...

She walked over, took the paper, and put it under the teacup. She suppressed her complicated emotions and spoke softly:

"you……"

I wanted to tell them to take care of themselves, but it seemed ironic to say such things at this time, especially coming from the murderer's friend.

Jingzhi then shut up, used a little strength, and forcibly pulled Cheng Ying away.

The path leading to the village entrance was littered with yellow-brown fallen leaves and red firecracker paper.

Looking back from afar, every house was decorated with lights and colorful lanterns, except for the Ma family, which had a white lantern hanging in front of its door.

Only then did Jingzhi realize that the Chinese New Year was just a few days away.

During the Chinese New Year, all agencies have annual holidays. Jingzhi patted Cheng Ying on the shoulder. Knowing that he was powerless to change the situation, he could only soften his tone to comfort him:

"There's still time. Let's think of other solutions."

Cheng Ying knew it very well, there was nothing else he could do.

The long hours of running around, the fatigue, and the grief that had been suppressed for a long time all came back to his heart. Cheng Ying shook his body, and suddenly his eyes went dark, and he fell straight forward.

"Aying?!"

Jingzhi caught him, raised her voice in panic, and gently patted his face and called out.

His face was frighteningly pale, and tears were condensing in the corners of his eyes, seemingly about to fall.

She opened the back door and helped him inside.

Cheng Ying was lying on the chair, Jingzhi was placing three fingers on his wrist to check his pulse.

The man who had just made the statement saw that Cheng Ying had fainted. After hesitating for a while, he came over to check.

"Why don't you send him to the hospital? Are you a doctor?"

Jingzhi really wanted to curse back. They were the ones who beat him up, but now they came to greet him.

But reason told her that she and Cheng Ying were now on the blatant opposite side, and they were the ones on the right side.

This feeling of being unable to resist against one's conscience is so damn uncomfortable.

She took a deep breath, gently let go of Cheng Ying's wrist, took off her coat and covered him with it, then leaned over to start the car and turned on the heater. Only then did she have time to reply to the man:

"I'm a Chinese medicine practitioner. He fainted simply because of anger and recent overwork. I'll take him back to rest. You can go now."

The man stammered, scratching the broom handle with his fingers. After hesitating for a long time, he pointed to the location of the Ma family.

"Xiao Ma's mother has high blood pressure. She can't sleep lately and keeps complaining of headaches. Can you...prescribe some medicine for her?"

Jingzhi sighed and thought to herself, this kid is so naive. Isn’t she afraid that she will poison the pony’s mother to death?

Apparently someone thought so too.

An old man smoking a cigarette came over with his hands behind his back and said, "Xiao Hu, are you out of your mind?"

The young man curled his lips and muttered softly, "I'm just worried about Xiao Ma's mother."

Jingzhi is no longer the naive young policewoman she used to be. How could she not hear that the old man was scolding Xiaohu and was actually warning her?

She turned around and glanced through the car window at Cheng Ying, who was closing his eyes and silently shedding tears, and thought to herself that she really owed him.

Cheng Ying's notebook was with her. Jingzhi took out the notebook and put it on the roof of the car. She asked Xiaohu about the details of the patient's condition and prescribed the right medicine.

She wrote a prescription to soothe the nerves, calm the mind and help sleep, and handed it to Xiaohu. She opened the driver's door, and using the cover of the door, she took out the box of wild ginseng that she had forgotten in the corner from her ring and handed it to him.

"I know his family won't accept anything, but this is a life-saving item. Anyway, please ask them to accept it."

Jingzhi frowned and thought for a moment, then explained carefully:

"Although her blood pressure isn't too high, you still need to pay more attention to it. This wild ginseng is very nutritious. If you want to give it to her, just pluck a little bit of the root."

After saying that, Jingzhi didn't have time to see whether the old man was suspicious or cautious, and just drove away.

The old man looked at the back of the car going away, then looked at what Xiaohu was holding in his hand, and couldn't help but knocked Xiaohu on the head with his knuckles.

"Are you stupid?! Do you want to forgive Xiao Ma's parents for accepting their gifts?"

Xiaohu stubbornly replied: "His family can't withstand any storms."

The old man was speechless for a moment, and lowered his eyes to look at the thing in his hand, "Take it to Old Huang to verify it first, don't hurt him, or you will have a hard time explaining it later."

Lao Huang is the doctor in their village. Whenever villagers have a headache or fever, Lao Huang’s miraculous hands are used to bring them back to health.

Compared to the young Jingzhi, the old man still trusts his family more.

Xiaohu: "By the way, Cheng Ying just handed a piece of paper to Xiaoma's parents."

The old man glanced sideways, "What did you say?"

Xiaohu shook his head and sighed, "He said that if Xiaoma's parents don't mind, he's willing to take care of them in their old age."

The old man was speechless, and the cigarette butt in his mouth fell to the ground.

He raised his foot to extinguish the fire, put his hands behind his back, shook his head and walked away. The sound of "sin" drifted in the wind, blurring Xiaohu's eyes...

……

January 17th.

The Chinese New Year is in two days.

There was no trace of the New Year atmosphere in Cheng Ying's house.

He has been depressed ever since his last visit to the Ma family.

Although he was afraid that she would worry, so he always forced a smile at her when facing her, Jingzhi still knew that he was very anxious.

So Jingzhi didn't buy any New Year's goods. She was afraid that this lively and festive atmosphere would make him even more sad.

"If you don't want to laugh, don't laugh. Don't force yourself," she said.

Cheng Ying straightened his lip line, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously turned down.

He put his hand through her arm and held her waist tightly.

Jingzhi stood in front of the sofa, feeling a little unsteady in his embrace. She had to support herself against the wall with one hand and gently touch his head with the other.

“Ding dong… Ding dong ding dong ding dong!”

Just as she was about to say something to comfort him, the doorbell rang urgently. Jingzhi looked towards the door, put her right hand on his shoulder, and shook it gently:

"Be good, let me go first, I'll go open the door."