kvmb Chapter 179 Suicide by cutting your wrists
Chapter 179 Suicide by cutting your wrists
She has not gone out for more than half a month. Staying in the tiankeng, her life is regular and fulfilling. She exercises once in the morning and once in the evening, and reads a book and practices calligraphy after waking up from a nap in the afternoon.
With persistent efforts day after day, I have made great improvements in all aspects, especially in archery. The probability of hitting the target has increased a lot when it is placed dozens of meters away, and my hands have become steadier.
After practicing archery for most of an hour, her stomach was growling with hunger. She got up and cooked red bean porridge on the stove. She scooped out all the porridge, making just two bowls of porridge with more water and less substance. She put one bowl on the table and poured the other into the black bowl.
Beat four eggs in an empty bowl and mix well. Slowly pour in water, skim off the foam on the surface, and steam in a hot pot.
When the eggs were almost done, Heihei woke up and ran out of the cave. He smelled the aroma of the steamed eggs, and waited obediently beside his bowl, wagging his tail back and forth.
The steamed egg yolk is clear and has a strong egg flavor. Divide it into a bowl and eat with porridge.
She had a simple breakfast, and after that she cleaned up the kitchen and played with Heihei by throwing wooden plates.
Not long after playing, the sun came out and the tiankeng was illuminated by the long-lost sunshine. In the light golden glow, the grass and trees in the pit, the slightly raised black soil, everything looked beautiful.
"Oh yeah, the sun is out!" She threw the wooden plate out, "Heihei, play by yourself, I have to go do something!"
Taking advantage of the good weather, she took out all the damp quilts and hung them on bamboo poles to dry, and washed all the things that needed to be washed and hung them out to dry.
The sunlight was dazzling, and it was still quite hot after shining on her body for a long time. She remembered that it was very hot at this time last year, and there was also a drought and no water. After thinking about it, she felt that this year was a little better, as there was water, but there was less food and supplies.
The quilt felt hot after being exposed to the sun for a while. She raised her hand to pat it and turned it over to dry. "It's such nice weather. I wonder what he is doing?"
Thinking of Han Zhibai, she felt empty inside, as if something was missing.
On the other side, Han Zhibai, who was far away in the valley, saw that the weather was good, so he took out the things at home to wash and dry them. After he finished, he stared at the wooden door in a daze. Several times he raised his feet and took a few steps forward, but stopped abruptly.
"I promised her that I wouldn't go out in the short term."
It's easy to think about things when you have nothing to do, so Han Zhibai simply took Xiaobai to the cave where the Qian family hid their money and grain, pushed all the rice in it back to the valley, and turned it over on the empty stone ground to dry. There were a few bags of rice that were a little rotten due to moisture and had worms, so he picked them out carefully.
After a few days of clear weather, more and more people became active on the mountain. Most of them were refugees from the mountain village, who were led by Guan Jianshan's confidants to go out to find food and hunt.
Qian Wentao brought his expanded team to search for the Fang family in the mountains. After unremitting efforts, they finally met the Fang family who were looking for food outside.
They did not alert the Fang family, but followed them quietly all the way and finally found their hiding place.
Qian Wentao hid in the dark and watched with his own eyes as the three members of the Fang family entered an inconspicuous bush and disappeared behind it. He sneered silently, turned around and told his men to stay here and watch, while he went back to report the news to Guan Jianshan.
Guan Jianshan said: "Keep an eye on them. The Li and Fang families originally lived next to each other in the village and had a close relationship. They should have had some private dealings with each other."
Qian Wentao replied yes.
After walking out of the room, Qian Wentao went to a room on the left side of the village and knocked on the door. "Rou'er, it's me."
After a long time, no one responded.
"Rou'er, Rou'er?"
After calling out several times, Qian Wentao had a bad feeling and kicked the door. After a few kicks, the wooden door only shook slightly, with little effect. He leaned sideways and bumped against it with his shoulder. After a few bumps, the door opened and he hurried in.
What caught my eye was a thin white wrist lying beside the bed, with a glaring red blood on it. The blood was flowing down both sides of the wrist, gathering on the back of the wrist and dripping, with a small pool of blood on the ground below.
Qian Yurou closed her eyes, lifeless, as if she was withered and dry, like a withered flower that might be blown away by the breeze at any time.
"Qian Yurou!"
Qian Wentao shouted loudly and ran over hurriedly, looking for something in a panic. Finally, he pulled the bed sheet and used it to wrap her bleeding wrist.
"Ah!" A cry of surprise came from outside, accompanied by a few crisp crackling sounds.
Xiaomei, who was standing at the door, saw the scene in the room and smashed the bowl of porridge in her hand to the ground. She ran to the bed crying, "Miss, Miss!"
Qian Wentao was furious and slapped Xiaomei in the face. "Didn't I tell you to keep an eye on her? If she's so useless, there's no need to keep her around!"
As he spoke, he grabbed Xiaomei's collar with his other hand.
Qian Yurou's eyes instantly regained a glimmer of light. She struggled to sit up and pulled Qian Wentao's arm, "No, brother..., no, no!"
"Don't blame her. I deliberately sent her away and lied to her that I was hungry and wanted to eat. It's all my fault!"
Qian Yurou cried and begged desperately.
She disappeared for two days and did not return. Wang Gui, Ma Laifu and Xiaomei guessed that she had met with an accident on her way back to the village, so they risked their lives to run to the village to look for her, but they were discovered and caught by patrolmen.
Qian Wentao knew that his sister and Xiaomei had a deep master-servant relationship, so he arranged for the two of them to be together, while Wang Gui and his wife were detained.
Qian Wentao, with a furious look in his eyes, grabbed Xiaomei and pretended to walk out.
"No, I won't commit suicide again, as long as you can release Xiaomei and Uncle Laifu. They are all innocent."
"Wherever the young lady is, I will be there. Please, young lady, don't leave me." Xiaomei burst into tears.
Last year, Xiaomei was sold by her family to a widower in his sixties while fleeing the drought. Qian Yurou saw it and couldn't bear it, so she ran around looking for food and used her remaining money to rescue her from the widower.
In Xiaomei's eyes, Qian Yurou is more important than her own life and everything else.
Seeing that it was almost time, Qian Wentao let go at the right time. After Xiaomei regained her freedom of movement, she ran to kneel beside the bed and gently wrapped her hand around the cloth that was used to stop the bleeding on Qian Yurou's wrist.
"Ugh!"
Qian Wentao sighed heavily, "Rou'er, you are my sister, everything I do is for our good, why don't you understand?
Xiaomei, why are you still standing there like an idiot? Go call the doctor over."