There is an iron basin in the center of the yard. The flame inside has been extinguished, and only the coals still have a dark red glow.

Following the squeaking sound, the people around the yard instantly became nervous.

Smallpox, if anyone gets this disease, word of mouth spreads that death is synonymous with smallpox.

This is fear personified, a sign of death.

Around the courtyard wall, torches were still lit everywhere.

Now that this disease has appeared in the village, the villagers naturally donated their own kerosene to monitor the current location of the plague.

At this time, there was a pungent sour smell wafting in the yard.

When the two people walked out of the room, the people surrounding the yard became alert instantly.

A celebrity holding a torch and with a black cloth covering his face immediately stood close to the courtyard wall, like a bandit's lair.

"What are you doing out here!"

His voice was full of tension, and his pronunciation was a little trembling. Everyone was afraid of such an incurable disease.

"Tian Haiwang is dead!"

Sister Hua shouted loudly, and it was only on the fourth day that she realized that there was something wrong with this person's health. If she had taken good care of him from the second day on, maybe this person could still be saved.

But this person stayed in the room for at least two days, and at most he drank some water, but might not be able to eat. His body was already extremely weak, and it was good to be able to survive until the evening.

And Sister Hua was able to come in and she had already left her own life behind. Now that the person is dead, Sister Hua is not surprised.

Even the people in the village did not have any surprises. When it was discovered that Tian Haiwang had smallpox, he was already a dead person in the eyes of the people in the village.

Death is just sooner or later.

"You guys wait a minute. The village chief has just returned. Let's go make inquiries."

People outside shouted loudly.

Sister Hua nodded slightly, turned around and looked at her husband next to her, smiled slightly and asked softly: "Are you tired? Just put it down when you are tired!"

Yi Chuanzong's face was stunned. It was quite heavy to carry a person.

Since the fierce man in front of him was let go, he naturally had no reason to carry him anymore. Tian Haiwang fell to the ground with a shake of his shoulders.

Then Yi Chuanzong grinned and hugged the person in front of him, "Hey, wife."

Yi Chuanzong's voice was quite loud. People inside the house couldn't hear it very clearly. When they went outside to see Yi Chuanzong's current actions, people in the village thought more about it.

It's just that at this time, people in the village don't dare to gossip. People's pretty girls are always trying to coax fools. If they make people angry by making sarcastic remarks, they will be the ones who die.

Silently confirming the relationship between the two, Widow Hua also nodded slightly with a shy face. She is now this person's wife, so it is normal for her to shout in front of others.

In the end, Tian Haiwang still asked to be burned. The fire shot into the sky, and golden sparks made a crackling sound.

Widow Hua shouted softly, "Lang..."

Yi Chuanzong quickly put his head over.

The orange bonfire flickered in the eyes of Widow Hua, and she said calmly: "I killed him. I will visit his grave in the past three years to repay my debt to him. If you feel uncomfortable in the future, you can come to me.

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Of course Yi Chuanzong couldn't understand such complicated words. What he understood was that it tastes good, doesn't taste good, looks good, doesn't look good, smells good, doesn't smell good, hurts, feels comfortable... Everything else takes a lot of time to do.

Teach, only in this way can you clarify your thoughts.

Widow Hua looked at Yi Chuanzong and smiled, then raised her head and said: "I am your wife, it doesn't matter how you shout, you have to listen to me in the future anyway!"

Listen to you?

Yi Chuanzong nodded repeatedly. His wife was right.

"If others can call me Hua Widow in the future, you are not allowed to call me. You can only call me Hua Sister!"

Sister Hua warned again that she and Tian Haiwang were not married, and the groom was Yi Chuanzong. It was too ridiculous to say such a thing.

It's better to live a stable life with your current status.

Anyway, Xiangyang Village also stopped a fool. It was enough that the two of them didn't care about their status.

Etiquette is originally a biological habit in the wild. Many social creatures also have this kind of law. It is a custom derived from the submission of the minority to the majority, or the weak obeying the strong, etc.

A fool and a broom star, they have been stripped too much, as if they are outside the world. Both of them don't need to care about those things, they just need to live happily.

Yi Chuanzong looked very confused. He was not a daughter-in-law, so why did he become a flower sister?

so complicated.

"young married woman!"

He could pronounce this sentence smoothly, but it was more comfortable to say it this way. There were so many people in Xiangyang Village, and they looked familiar to him, but there were very few names that matched him.

He called his daughter-in-law's title smoothly.

Sister Hua just looked at the bonfire in front of her with a smile like a flower. She would be happy no matter what Yi Chuanzong told her, as long as he didn't call her Hua Widow.

Because only two people know that they are a real couple, and the title of "Flower Widow" is just what outsiders think.

The disaster has just begun. Tian Haiwang died, but the smallpox virus he left behind has not disappeared. The real test has just begun.

After a happy second day, signs of smallpox appeared.

On the morning of the third day, when the two woke up from bed, Sister Hua felt exhausted all over, and there was a stabbing pain in her head, and the pain in her back made her unable to straighten up and even turn over.

It was very difficult, let alone standing up and moving.

Tian Haiwang was like this before, without even a chance to ask for help.

She had a high fever and her head was dizzy. Sister Hua could only see the figure in front of her shaking slightly.

He either kissed her cheek or kneaded her body, but these actions were of no avail.

This is the punishment that nature brings to people. This is just one of the human viruses. If we cannot defeat it, we will eventually be destroyed by it.

If it had been two days ago in the morning, noon, afternoon, or earlier, Sister Hua might have given up, but when she saw the clumsy and swaying figure in front of her, Sister Hua kept insisting. Now she wants to live.

Clumsy feeding, she only had to whisper softly, and the person beside her had to think about it for a long time. She was not angry or anxious, he had done his best.

On this day, Yi Chuanzong was barely able to take care of her. One of them was still sick, and the other was active.

When he woke up the next day, Yi Chuanzong, who was originally very energetic, became much more depressed.

He didn't know how to describe his sadness, not only how to describe his pain, but also how to describe his own powerlessness, but he was still able to take care of her.

On the third day, Yi Chuanzong's condition became even worse today. The two of them communicated with difficulty. Maybe a sentence needs to be repeated many times, maybe a meaning needs to be expressed many times to understand, maybe they understand the other person's pain but are helpless.

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On the fourth day, the pain could not defeat the real warrior. Even if his thoughts were not very clear, he still lived strong.

Yi Chuanzong's eyes have become very dim, but he can move as long as he wants. Perhaps there is no shortage of hardships in his thinking, and he adapts quickly without affecting his activities.

On the fifth day, a barefoot doctor, who had traveled hundreds of kilometers, came on foot. He was already over a century old.

He has a warm family, he has young descendants, adhering to the belief in healing and the mission given by the nation, he came to this fenced-in house, and bravely walked into this house that people wanted to burn to ashes.

courtyard……

He saved them but embraced death himself.

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The night of September 14th.

Sister Hua looked at the figure jumping out from the courtyard wall.

He is leaving.

This time...

She couldn't imagine it.

Ever since Yi Chuanzong woke up, everything has changed.

For two people who originally shared the same bed, even communication became a luxury.

But you can't force feelings, you can only attract them, otherwise the past memories will become a burden.

She could feel Yi Chuanzong's attitude of wanting to stay away from her.

She was very sad.

But more than anything, I was afraid.

She couldn't imagine life without Yi Chuanzong, the husband who had been in her mind and life for five years.

She wants to keep him.

Wearing a naked outfit that only two people usually wear, she stood barefoot in the slightly empty courtyard. Gu Fen

She could be Yi Chuanzong's woman before, but she can still do it now. This is her last resort...

She didn't believe that her man would forget her so easily. He might just be uncomfortable with it. She just needed to help him find feelings and finally wait for him to return.

Without any words, Sister Hua just stared at the man closely with her eyes.
To be continued...