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The widow died.

Liang Baiyu set the garbage dump in Zhou's house on fire, and let her and her family be engulfed in a sea of ​​flames.

That fire is so big, it's almost smoking the sky.

The villagers outside Zhou's house yelled at Liang Baiyu for murder and arson. Zhao Wenxiao explained with a dark face. He said that when they passed by, there were no people there.The fire was not man-made, but he did not stamp out the cigarette butt himself.

Zhao Wenxiao usually smokes in the village a lot, and it's still a good one.If you take people with short hands and eat people with soft mouths, everyone will give him face more or less.

So with Zhao Wenxiao's protection, this crusade against Liang Baiyu in the name of "justice" stopped.

However, the neighbors still want to talk about it behind their backs.

The widow might have been alive when the fire started, and they hadn't seen it with their own eyes.

Moreover, they didn't believe that the fire was caused by Zhao Wenxiao's cigarette butt. He was fascinated by Liang Baiyu, and it was normal for him to take everything on himself.

Everyone accused Liang Baiyu of wrongdoing. They thought that if he hadn't gone to the widow's house, maybe she would have survived this year.

I'm so uneasy!

The widow is stupid, but he is not stupid. Doesn't he know what his mother did to be condemned by God?He lived like a ghost at a young age, maybe it was his mother's evil retribution.

Debts owed by parents should be repaid by children. It is a matter of course.

They laughed that the widow was not stupid if she went underground, she would definitely climb up in anger and pinch Liang Baiyu's neck.

I don't know if Liang Baiyu has nightmares at night.

The fire snake rolled up the entire Zhou family's bungalow, closing the doors and windows of the neighbors, not wanting the ashes to go to the house.

Some of them wanted to wait for the widow to die of illness, and took the opportunity to enter Zhou's house to have a look, and take back anything that could be used. Once the fire was set off, they would have nothing to do, so they could only use their eyes to stab Liang Baiyu a few times, not reconciled leave.

Liang Baiyu watched Zhou's house burnt piece by piece, the fire kept boiling and jumping in his eyes, as if it was going to enter his heart through his eyes, igniting his internal organs, limbs and bones, he covered his mouth and coughed a few times .

"There's too much smoke here, don't stand here, let's go back." Zhao Wenxiao hugged Liang Baiyu, rubbing his thin shoulder line with his palm.

Liang Baiyu wrapped her hands around herself and turned around: "I don't want to go back, I'll go to the Broken Bridge for a walk."

"I'll go with you." Zhao Wenxiao led him to avoid the muddy water on the road, and picked up places where he could walk.

As a result, Liang Baiyu looked around and couldn't walk steadily. Zhao Wenxiao was bent by his elbow and stepped into the mud, splashing a lot of mud on his leather shoes and trousers.

Zhao Wenxiao's expression suddenly became ugly. Liang Baiyu seemed to have sensed his anger, and turned his head to meet him with innocent eyes.

"Why are you stepping into the mud?" Liang Baiyu puzzled, "Did I hit you?"

Zhao Wenxiao smiled flatteringly: "No, I didn't notice it myself."

"Oh." Liang Baiyu said, "Then you walk with a more careful look, don't act like a child."

Before Zhao Wenxiao could respond, he walked forward alone.

The moment Liang Baiyu turned around, the smile on Zhao Wenxiao's face disappeared, and he took out a tissue to wipe his trousers.

The injury on his back was involved when he bent over, causing him to clutch the tissue in pain, sweat dripping from the corner of his forehead.

The person in front had already gone far away, and he didn't look back for him, let alone wait for him.

"Bai..." Zhao Wenxiao stopped after yelling a single word. The time when he went to see a movie in the county came to his mind.

So like Chen Suone at that time, he stood still and didn't make a sound.

The thin figure who was about to walk to the corner paused.

Zhao Wenxiao held his breath, he turned his head when he saw the other direction.

Looking for his eyes, let him remember some scenes, all of which were unknown many years ago.

Zhao Wenxiao had a secret and dark feeling in his heart.

fortunately……

The broken bridge is covered with a layer of silver, and no one has visited it yet.

Liang Baiyu lay down, his body pressed against the thick snow, and he closed his eyes, as if he wanted to experience the feeling of using snow as a bed.

Zhao Wenxiao looked at him from above: "Why are you going to Zhou's house?"

"Curious." Liang Baiyu said, "Auntie has been an idiot for many years, she has never hurt anyone, why did she attack someone today, and even hacked with a kitchen knife, that would kill someone."

"What else could it be? An unconscious person's behavior is uncontrollable, and he can't predict, analyze and judge. There is no reason." Zhao Wenxiao put his hands on the railing of the bridge, "Uncle Yang was hacked by her, It's just unlucky, I hit her on the knife edge, this time it's not him, it will be someone else."

Liang Baiyu gathered up the large black coat on his body, and the collar was flapped against his thin white chin by the wind. He tilted his head to one side, his cheek touched the soft snow, and his breath was a pure coldness.

"Hearing what you said, didn't Uncle Yang Ming commit crimes in his previous life, so he will encounter such misfortune in this life?"

"Sometimes people have to believe in fate." Zhao Wenxiao raised his head and faced the sky, "I believe in this very much in business. Every time I take on a job, I will worship Buddha."

"Are you still worshiping Buddha?" Liang Baiyu looked up at him with half-opened eyes, and teased, "Then what were you thinking when you kowtowed to the Buddha? Asking the Buddha to bless me to make money?"

Zhao Wenxiao laughed loudly, with the charm of a successful career.

Not long after, Zhao Wenxiao lay beside Liang Baiyu, shoulder to shoulder and legs to legs.

There was thick smoke coming here with the wind, and they all smelled it.

Zhao Wenxiao asked Liang Baiyu why he set the fire.

Liang Baiyu didn't speak for a long time, as if falling into a deep sleep.

"Could it be that Aunt Zhou returned to normal before she died and asked you to do that?" Zhao Wenxiao turned sideways to him.

"What are you thinking? How is it possible?" Liang Baiyu rubbed the tip of his nose against the snow to play, "I think the Zhou family is empty, and once she dies, there is no one to collect her body. What insults after death."

After that, he said again in an extremely low volume: "Omega can turn as many people into animals as rare as it is."

Zhao Wenxiao asked what he said.

Liang Baiyu sighed: "I just thought, it's not easy for my aunt, death may be a relief for her."

Zhao Wenxiao caught a glimpse of something, took out his right hand hidden in the sleeve, and found a few deep bloodstains, which could have been scratched out by fingernails.

"Aunt Zhou got it there, I saw her arresting you when I went there." Zhao Wenxiao said in a deep voice.

Liang Baiyu didn't care too much: "It's just a little scratched."

Zhao Wenxiao lowered his head and blew at Liang Baiyu's wounds. There was nothing he could do about him, and he couldn't bear to say a harsh word: "Baiyu, why do you only remember the good things others did to you and not the bad things others did to you? You can be so tolerant and kind."

Liang Baiyu suddenly smiled: "Not really."

"It looks like it did, it hurt me, but I want to get it back." He took a sip of Xuexue, letting the coolness slip into his throat.

Zhao Wenxiao maintained the action of blowing his wounds, eyelids, and looked at him for a moment, as if he wanted to stand up for him: "Who else?"

Liang Baiyu looked at him.

She blinked her eyes delicately for a while, "Let's use an analogy."

Yang Dayong's wife left early, and Omega's son married to the county seat, and he was the only one in the family. He was greedy for cheap things, and would never return anything he borrowed.

But every few days when his son returns to the village in the first month of the year, the threshold of his house will be squeezed, so he joins in the fun.

This time everyone thought that he was getting old, and now that he had been stabbed so hard in the stomach, it was more ominous than good, and he was afraid that he would not be able to wait for his son to come back.

Yang Dayong was lying on the bed dying. Doctor Huang had just left, and there was a strong smell of blood in the room.

After pouring out the blood, Father Yang went back to the house and said, "Boss, I asked Lingling to find Xiao Wang, and told him to call Chang Xin when he goes to the county seat tomorrow."

Yang Dayong's breathing was weak and his consciousness was blurred.

Father Yang picked up the bloody toilet paper balls and cloth strips on the ground and threw them into the dustpan. He swept the floor and went out with the dustpan and broom.

There was blood in the ditch in front of the door. Father Yang picked up the trash from the dustpan and saw that it was soaked in blood soon. It was unlucky to see blood on Chinese New Year. He hurriedly swept some snow in to cover the blood.

Father Yang returned to his home.

"Boss, can you talk?" Mother Yang sat in the courtyard with a vegetable basket between her legs. She held a radish in her hand and rubbed the dirt on it in circles.

"No way, I don't even recognize me clearly." Father Yang sighed.

Yang's mother flew over with a sharp eye, and Yang's father immediately pointed to the ground with a few "pee pee".

It's not good to sigh in the New Year.

"What do you think is going on here?" Father Yang helped to rub the radish, "Xiao Zhou is stupid, but she never hurt anyone, why this time..."

"She's gone." Yang's mother said, "If we don't know, don't say it."

Father Yang sighed again: "This year, the village is one after another. It was more peaceful in previous years."

"Someone didn't come back last year." Mother Yang said.

Father Yang disagreed, and he didn't dare to talk back, so he threw the carrot into the vegetable basket to express his opinion.

"What are you throwing?" Mother Yang snapped.

Father Yang was used to being coaxed, so he picked up the carrot subconsciously: "I, my hands are slippery."

Mother Yang snorted coldly, and quickly pulled off the carrot root: "Xiao Zhao originally wanted to talk about marriage with Lingling, but later he made a temporary mark for Naruko, and after a few days of intimacy, the two only missed the door. , I thought they could do it, but in the end, he and the Liang family fell in love."

"How many people in the village see our jokes!" Mother Yang poured out the dissatisfaction that had been pent up all this time, and she was out of breath.

"Emotional matters can't be forced." Yang's father hurriedly comforted her heart, "Didn't Lingling talk about free love, freedom, she can choose and make decisions by herself...Okay, okay, I won't talk about it."

Mother Yang waved his hand away and went to the kitchen with the vegetable basket.

"Mingzi has been at Auntie San's house for a few days, why hasn't she come back?" Father Yang shouted at her.

"It's just playful. I won't return today, but I will definitely return tomorrow." Mother Yang's voice came from the kitchen, "A boy, what are you worrying about?"

Yang's father murmured: "Our Naruko is prettier than a girl, it's safer not to be in a fever period."

"Hey, I don't know if the boss can make it through..." Father Yang moved the small bench under the eaves and muttered to himself.

After the last spark of the Zhou family fire was extinguished, Liang Baiyu appeared at Yang Dayong's house.

"Baiyu, why did you come here?" Father Yang, who was guarding the eldest brother, asked hurriedly.

"I'll come and see Uncle Yang." Liang Baiyu put the gift in his hand on the table. Seeing Father Yang looking back, he said, "Mr. Zhao went back to get me a scarf."

"It's really cold under the snow." Father Yang drew a bench for him, "You still don't have enough clothes, you have to wear cotton jackets and trousers."

"I'm fine." Liang Baiyu sized up Yang Dayong's house, his eyes swept past the stickers welcoming the God of Wealth, "Is Uncle Yang awake?"

Father Yang shook his head.

"Then can I go in?" Liang Baiyu asked worriedly.

"Yes." Father Yang opened the door for him.