Era: A college student came to the courtyard house

Qin Jingru opened her mouth to speak to Fang Yuan, but Fang Yuan had no time to pay attention to her. He was only focused on Qin Xiangye, who was lying on the carriage frame. He was relieved to see the red streaks slowly appearing on her face.

Back at the coal yard residence.

After Grandpa Cheng successfully administered the Chinese medicine to Qin Xiangye, Fang Yuan left the room.

"Brother Fang, a towel."

Qin Jingru had been waiting at the door. When Fang Yuan came out, she immediately handed him the towel she had prepared.

The moment Qin Jingru saw Fang Yuan, she felt that even without her sister's advice, she would still marry him.

He's so handsome! Just looking at him every day is enough to make me feel full.

Fang Yuan took the towel, thanked him, and then went back to his room to wipe himself down briefly. He changed his underwear and put on long pants and a shirt.

Luckily, he brought a lot of clothes, otherwise he might have had to leave empty-handed.

With the sheer size of his vehicle, if it were to be put in neutral, it would be a feast for the eyes of everyone in Qin Family Village, young and old.

When he went outside again, Qin Youtian was already squatting at the doorway, smoking.

"Thanks to you, Officer Fang, today."

Fang Yuan waved his hand, took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and after taking a few puffs, he came to his senses and said, "Village chief, if I remember correctly, she's the last household we're supposed to visit, right?"

Hearing Fang Yuan address him so formally, Qin Youtian knew that Fang Yuan must have guessed something; this was going to be done in a businesslike manner.

He could only speak with a gloomy face: "This girl has a hard life. She was engaged twice, but both men died before they could marry her. Since then, the villagers have started to say that she is a jinx. Then, at the beginning of this year, her mother also died of illness, leaving her all alone. The villagers started to say that she is a jinx, that she has a hard life, and that whoever she is with will die."

"Village Chief Qin, do you really believe in such superstitious things?"

"This...I..."

Faced with Qin Youtian's stammering, Fang Yuan continued, "It's just a series of coincidences. The villagers don't understand, but you should explain it to them."

"Cadre Fang, of course I don't believe in such things, but three people have died in the past two years. It's hard for anyone not to feel guilty. You know, most people in our rural areas are quite willing to believe in these things." Qin Youtian looked troubled. "To be honest, Qin Xiangye did go to junior high school, but unfortunately her family was poor, and her father died early. Later, her mother stopped her from going to school and she came home to do farm work. She is somewhat educated, so how could she do such a thing?"

Faced with Qin Youtian's attempt to shift the blame, Fang Yuan coldly said, "So you just let this kind of thing happen? Do you think that killing her would clean things up?"

This was the first time he had spoken in such a tone since arriving in Qin Family Village.

Qin Youtian quickly shook his head and denied it: "Little...Cadre Fang, we didn't have that kind of thought. We just felt that this girl's life was really too hard. Ever since her mother passed away, she really couldn't stay in this village. Now, wherever she goes, people look at her with strange eyes. She probably felt that living was unbearable, so she thought of jumping into the water to end it all?"

"She's awake, she's awake."

Just then, Qin's sister-in-law's shouts came from inside the room.

Fang Yuan and Qin Youtian hurriedly went inside.

Qin Xiangye, who was lying on the bed, had changed into a set of dry clothes, probably brought by her sister-in-law. The clothes didn't fit her very well; she was wearing a faded short-sleeved shirt and a pair of baggy pants covered in patches.

After waking up, Qin Xiangye didn't say a word and just lay on the headboard without any interest in life.

Seeing the girl's blank expression, Qin Youtian's wife could only sigh, unsure how to comfort her. After a long while, she stammered, "Xiangye, why are you so upset? If it weren't for Cadre Fang saving you today, what would you have done..."

"I don't need anyone to save me."

Qin Xiangye forced out a lifeless sentence from her lips, which had just regained some color: "I'm just a burden to others, and whoever I'm near will suffer. This is my fate. They all want me dead, so why are they saving me?"

Fang Yuan remained silent with a somber expression, unsure how to respond to this topic.

Suddenly, the girl's gaze fell on Fang Yuan, and she glared at him through gritted teeth. "Why did you save me? Who asked you to save me? It's my business if I want to die, what's it to you? You saved me, but can you take care of how I live, or my whole life?"

"Enough! No one can control anyone else for a lifetime, except yourself!" Fang Yuan suppressed his anger and pointed at Qin Xiangye, shouting, "You have to walk your own path, and you have to change your own destiny! Just because someone says your fate is a certain way doesn't mean it is! Does that mean if someone tells you to eat shit, you'll eat shit?"

No one in the room expected Fang Yuan to utter such vulgar words, and they were all dumbfounded.

Only Old Master Cheng leaned against the doorway, observing Fang Yuan with great interest.

Seeing that Qin Jingru also wanted to go inside, Old Master Cheng waved his pipe and said, "Why are you joining in the fun? Go stay out of the way."

Letting Qin Jingru in at this time would only be a provocation to Qin Xiangye.

Inside the room, Fang Yuan paced back and forth, pointing at Qin Xiangye and saying, "You have hands and feet, and you even went to junior high school. You believed them when they slandered you? You're at least somewhat educated. You actually believed the nonsense of a bunch of ignorant gossipy women?"

Fang Yuan blushed slightly as she spoke, but her eyes were full of disappointment and frustration.

"Since your parents gave you this life, no one has the right to decide your own fate except yourself! If you have the courage to die, why are you afraid to live?"

Qin Xiangye suddenly burst into tears, and then cried loudly. Seeing this, Fang Yuan stopped talking.

In fact, he also felt powerless, which was caused by a variety of factors.

Most importantly, the power of local customs is immense, and no one can easily change them; this is especially true in poorer areas.

Qin Xiangye is a living example right before our eyes.

"Then tell me, do I still have a future, a future?" Qin Xiangye asked, weeping.

Without hesitation, Fang Yuan replied, "Definitely. Our lives will only get better and better in the future, and they will definitely get better and better."

His confidence in his words gave everyone present a jolt.

Unlike the two men from the steel mill before, who kept patting their chests and promising that the problem would be solved, but whose words made it seem like even they themselves didn't believe it.

Fang Yuan, however, was different. Despite his young age, he gave Qin Youtian a feeling of genuine confidence.

How should I put it? It's as if he really witnessed that beautiful scene.

At this moment, Qin Youtian suddenly had a flash of inspiration: "Cadre Fang, Xiangye's current situation is indeed not suitable for her to stay in our village. She was already on the list. If we could get her to your steel plant, even if it's just to find her a place that provides meals and does odd jobs, that would be fine."

Fang Yuan glanced at Qin Youtian. As expected, none of the rural cadres were simple-minded. This guy looked honest, but his mind worked very fast.

He also knew how to seize the situation, and actually managed to outmaneuver him in front of so many people.

However, since he meant well and wasn't doing it for his own benefit, Fang Yuan picked up the conversation and nodded, saying, "Don't worry, I will record and report it truthfully."

After seeing everyone off.

Fang Yuan returned to his room, took out his notebook and pen, and started writing furiously.

He plans to use this inspiration to write two reports about what he has seen and heard in the past two days.