The arm of the man on the left shook, and the gong crashed to the ground, causing dust to fly in the pit. The man raised his head in the choking fog, his eyes red, "So, can we just wait to die?"
War, exile, bandits, poverty... tragedies took place on them one after another. They struggled in the quagmire, fought hard, gritted their teeth and persisted, just to survive, but God seemed unwilling to satisfy even this humble wish.
Is it a mistake for them to live?
Reluctance and anger surged in the man's heart, but in the face of the heavy reality, no matter how much anger he had, he had nowhere to vent it, and in the end it only turned into a sad cry.
"It's really hard to live."
The man squatted on the ground, hugging his head and crying.
Shu Yiyan's eyes were also red, and he turned around to secretly wipe his tears.
He originally lived in a prosperous and happy family, his father was an elegant scholar, his mother was gentle and hardworking, and he had a smart and lovely sister, but all of this was ruined by the war.
The family property was taken away, his father was killed by bandits, his sister died of illness, and his mother went blind from crying, and she never recovered.
After arriving in Xiangcheng, he became the mainstay of the family and took the initiative to take on the important task of supporting the family. He did not earn much by painting portraits. Excluding the money to buy pens, inks, paper and inkstones, he could only earn ten or eight cents from each painting.
If you encounter an unreasonable customer, you will have to pay extra.
Even so, he gritted his teeth and fought through it.
He supported himself and his mother with his own hands. Under his influence, his mother gradually cheered up and learned to weave baskets and pick wild vegetables, which he brought to the city to sell.
He thought that life would get better and better according to this trend, but he didn't expect that God would play such a cruel joke on him again.
The man in Pojiao's mood was ignited by this sad atmosphere, like a furious lion, roaring angrily: "I don't want to wait to die! I want to go out to find a doctor. If one doctor can't cure it, I'll find two. The one in Xiangcheng
If the doctor can’t cure me, I’ll go out and find someone who can cure me!”
Shu Yiyan quickly hugged his arms and said sincerely: "Uncle Luo, you can't go out, you will infect others!"
"It's good if it's contagious. We all get sick together and die together! We are all citizens of Daqi. Why can they live a good life, but we have to be thrown into Changping Lane like stinky shit? It's only fair that we have to get sick and die together.
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The lame man stretched out his hand to push him. Although the little boy was weak, he was very strong. He hugged his arm tightly and did not push him away.
"Shu Yiyan, have you forgotten what your father told you before he left? He asked you to take good care of your mother and sister. Your sister is already dead. Do you want your mother to die early too?" The lame man said
Question him loudly.
"I don't want to." Shu Yiyan lowered his eyelids, tears welling up in his eyes, but he refused to shed them.
He wanted to live, and he also wanted his mother to live, and live in full glory with the last wishes of his father and sister, but he also didn't want to spread the disease.
Because I have experienced the pain of life, separation and death, I don’t want others to experience the same suffering.
This is his insistence.
"If I don't want you, just get out of the way!" The lame man exerted all his strength, pushed Shu Yiyan away, and walked away.
Shen Qingqing stood at the entrance of the alley and said coldly: "Let's go. Changping Alley is now surrounded by people. If you dare to take a step outside, you will be stabbed like a hedgehog immediately."
The lame man stiffened and turned around to look at Shen Qingqing in disbelief. The woman's face was stern and her voice was as cold as ice: "If you don't believe me, you can try it, but you only have one chance."
As expected, the lame man no longer dared to act rashly. He took back his steps and asked cautiously: "Who are you? Are you here to save us, or are you trying to trap us to death in Changping Alley?"
The man holding his arms and crying suddenly thought of something, looked at her excitedly and said, "Yes, who are you? How did you know that we have a strange disease? What do you mean when you say that if we want to live, we must follow your arrangements?"
These words also reminded Shu Yiyan. He endured the pain and got up from the ground, and asked Shen Qingqing doubtfully: "Auntie, did you come to see me in Changping Alley for anything else?"
"There are so many questions, let me answer them one by one." Shen Qingqing's eyes fell on Shu Yiyan first, "Do you still remember the little girl who asked you to draw a portrait the day before yesterday?"
Shu Yiyan nodded. It's hard not to remember such a cute little girl.
"She is the Qi family member I mentioned just now who has the same disease as you."
Shu Yiyan was startled for a moment, then his face changed drastically, "She is also sick? Is it because of me?"
"Yes." Shen Qingqing's voice was very soft.
Shu Yiyan's eyelashes twitched violently, and his slender figure was like a thin bamboo damaged by wind and rain, almost ready to break, "I'm sorry, I didn't know such a thing would happen, I'm sorry."
The young man bowed and apologized repeatedly, his hoarse voice filled with tears.
Shen Qingqing exhaled. Faced with such a young man, she really couldn't say harsh words. "There's no need to apologize. It's meaningless. The most important thing now is to investigate this matter clearly."
Shu Yiyan straightened up, the corners of his slender eyes were slightly red, and asked her cautiously: "Is she okay now?"
"Her reaction was stronger than yours, but she took medicine last night and her condition has temporarily stabilized. However, we can't make a conclusion yet as to whether she has recovered."
"Is there any medicine? Can you get some for us?" The lame man immediately changed his face and looked at her flatteringly, with a humble and pitiful posture.
Shen Qingqing looked away and said softly: "That medicine was given by a friend of mine. There is only one pill and I used it last night."
In fact, there is still one pill left, but there are dozens of people in Changping Alley, so not taking it out is the wisest choice.
The lame man didn't believe this, so he knelt down and kowtowed to her, desperately apologizing for his reckless words and deeds just now.
Shu Yiyan was there to help intercede: "Uncle Luo is just a little grumpy and has no bad intentions. I hope Auntie won't blame him."
"I didn't mean to blame him."
What is there to blame a miserable man who is driven mad by death?
Shen Qingqing's red lips moved slightly, and just as she was about to explain, a man's heartbreaking cry suddenly came from the dilapidated wooden house on the left front.
"Oops, I'm afraid Aunt Zhang is going to die!" The slope-footed man slapped his thigh and quickly got up and ran towards the broken house.
Shen Qingqing followed closely behind. Before she entered the door, she smelled a familiar stench, which was exactly the same as the smell she smelled in Fan Yue Mountain yesterday!
Shen Qingqing looked stern and rushed into the room regardless of Shu Yiyan's obstruction. As expected, the head of the old woman held in the man's arms turned black and swollen, like a balloon filled with black blood, ready to burst at any time!
Now she is basically sure that these people are poisoned!
Moreover, this poison is most likely related to Chen Bitian and King Xiangnan.
Shen Qingqing exited the room, exhaled a few breaths, calmed down, and asked the tall man: "Have there been any strange people in Changping Alley in the past two days?"
The man shook his head, "Changping Alley is poor and shabby, and no outsiders are willing to come here."
"Uncle Zhang, did you forget that the person who delivered the things was here the day before yesterday?" Shu Yiyan reminded in a low voice. This chapter has been completed!