The word "death" blurted out from Mustache's mouth, and coupled with the surrounding environment, Jialuorong seemed to be touched by something. She forgot her fear, ran out from behind Mustache, waved desperately to the people in front of her, and said no
When I spoke, I was holding back tears in my eyes because of my anxiety.
She kept gesturing to these people, begging them not to hurt Mustache.
"You asked a woman to stand up for you?" Song Kun suppressed the surprise in his heart. He didn't expect that Mustache could control his men like thunder and lightning when he couldn't see anything: "You are really dirty.
, where did your momentum go when you killed Suonan?"
Mustache gritted his teeth. In fact, he took death very lightly. Everyone has one day, and no one can escape it. It is just a matter of sooner or later. He didn't want to die because he was carrying a heavy burden on his shoulders. He stretched out his arms.
He stretched out a hand and pulled Jialuorong back. He had no other option for the time being but to confront the opponent like this. But in the face of Song Kun's slander, he didn't explain a word, and explanations were useless.
"Did you see that?" Song Kun curled his lips at the people behind him and said, "This blind man is very arrogant. He killed Suonan and robbed us of our things. We can't let him go and break his legs!"
Some people didn't know the truth and really thought that Mustache killed Suonan Jiancuo. Several people raised their guns at the same time and pointed at Mustache's feet. Faced with several guns at such a close distance, Mustache was not completely
With the ability to evade, he kept dragging the person in front of him to swing left and right, filling in every possible gap.
The black muzzle of the gun carried the aura of threat and death. Jialuorong's body trembled, and then he quickly turned around and ran back to the yard, banging on the door desperately. The people who took them in were a Tibetan couple in their fifties.
, there were no children. Some previous noises had woken up the couple from their sleep. In addition, Jialuorong knocked hard on the door. Soon, a Tibetan in his fifties opened the door wearing a robe. He saw
The scene in front of me was shocking.
Jia Luorong grabbed the old Tibetan's arm and gestured with him. The old Tibetan couldn't tell what was happening in front of him, but he smelled the smell of blood and saw that Song Kun's men were holding up guns. Jia Luorong
Although Luorong was not injured, the psychological fear made her face turn pale. She begged silently, begging the old Tibetan to save Xiaohu.
The old Tibetan quickly regained his composure and retreated to the house. When he appeared again, he already had a gun in his hand. He raised the gun and shouted at Song Kun and his gang to leave immediately.
Song Kun frowned. If he was simply a gangster, he might not worry so much, but he was in Su Ri's organization, and there were some rules that restricted their behavior. Their purpose was to find everything about their ancestors.
Instead of causing killings, if they have not killed or injured one of their members, they cannot attack an innocent person at will.
"This blind man is our enemy! He killed my brother!" Song Kun shouted to the old Tibetan: "Don't meddle in other people's business!"
When the old Tibetan heard that Mustache had killed someone, his expression immediately hesitated. He turned to look at Jialuorong. Jialuorong's hands were shaking, and she tried her best to explain to the old Tibetan that Mustache was a good person.
Jialuorong will undoubtedly make people feel pity, sympathy and trust. With her explanation, the old Tibetan's hesitation disappeared, and he insisted on letting Song Kun and his gang leave.
"Old guy!" Song Kun looked very unkind and couldn't help but tighten the gun in his hand.
Bang!
The old Tibetan knew that he alone could not intimidate the other party, so he fired a shot into the air without hesitation. The sound of the gun shot was like a sharp sword, tearing through the silence of the night. Immediately, many lights lit up in the village.
, the old Tibetan shouted loudly, and some young and strong villagers soon appeared, each holding a weapon.
These villagers are not very courageous. They can ignore what is happening outside, but they have a sense of cohesion and will never allow anyone to destroy their homes or bully their tribesmen. A few young people who often do heavy work show their muscles.
Wearing thin clothes, he stood in the night wind, blocking Song Kun and the others.
"A bunch of bumpkins!" Not to be outdone, Song Kun raised his gun and took a few steps forward: "I don't know how to write the word death?! Hand over this blind man and that woman, and it will be none of your business!"
When several young people saw Song Kun pointing at Jialuorong, they immediately became angry. A young man as strong as a yak tore open his clothes and walked towards Song Kun step by step.
"You! Are you looking for death?" Song Kun gritted his teeth and refused to retreat.
"You are looking for death!" The young man's chest was soon in front of Song Kun's gun, but he did not stop and forced Song Kun to retreat.
More and more villagers gathered, forming a faint human wall, surrounding them all. No matter how courageous Song Kun was, he would not dare to shoot. As soon as his gun sounded, he would immediately
It was torn into pieces by the villagers like a sack.
"Blind man!" Song Kun didn't dare to take action, but he still didn't want to suffer a loss. He shouted to Mustache: "So Nan said you do whatever you want, but I think this is what the ball looks like! Relying on others to protect it? Okay!"
If you have the ability, you can stay here for the rest of your life!"
"Get out!" The sturdy young man yelled at Song Kun in a low voice.
Under the pressure of the villagers, Song Kun left the village with his men, but Mustache's heart was not easy. He knew that Song Kun would keep an eye on the village, and once he left, he would be followed immediately. More importantly, he
He couldn't delay forever. If his eyes couldn't be cured in the village, then he had to leave. He still had many things to do and he couldn't lose his sight.
It took a long time for the villagers to slowly disperse, but the young people refused to leave. They reassured Jialuorong that they would guard the yard.
Jia Luorong and the old Tibetan brought Xiao Hu back to the house. Jia Luorong knew that Xiao Hu could not be seen. She cried silently, but she cried very sadly. She slowly held Xiao Hu’s face and kept shaking her head.
, constantly touching the mustache’s cheeks and eyes.
Mustache finally got the answer, and he understood that if he died one day, someone would feel sorry for him and shed tears for him.
Mustache gently held Jialuorong's hand, smiled and said, "I'm blind, but I can see you."
This sentence made Jia Luorong feel as if her mood had collapsed. She turned around and grabbed the old Tibetan who was smoking local cigarettes, and gestured to him to help his mustache and look at his eyes.
The old Tibetans are in a bit of a dilemma. The village is very isolated. When the villagers get sick, they usually use local methods to treat them. They have no concept of hospitals, and they have never encountered such a situation as Mustache.
But Gialuo Rong kept pleading, and the old Tibetan and his wife couldn't bear it. Finally, the old Tibetan went to the village overnight and asked door to door. In fact, even he himself knew that there was no hope, and he just wanted to give Gia Luo Rong
An explanation.
The old Tibetan came back with helplessness. No one in the village could see his eyes, and his mustache had no expression. Things happened, and there was no other way to escape except facing them. However, Jialuorong seemed to be unable to accept it. She
Holding his moustache and crying non-stop, the old Tibetan hesitated and said that there was a temple far away from here. Several lamas in the temple knew Tibetan medicine. If there was really no other way, he could give it a try.
Gialuorong immediately gestured and asked for the location of the temple. The old Tibetan shook his head and said that it would be a very long way without a car.
Jialuorong immediately wanted to beg the old Tibetan again to find a car, even a yak, and send Mustache there. Mustache could not see Jialuorong’s gesture, but he knew what she wanted to express, so he immediately grabbed Jialuorong.
Song Kun's people were forced to evacuate today because of the pressure from the villagers. If they were left alone in the wilderness, they would not hesitate to follow them and let the villagers take them away.
It is tantamount to harming the other party.
Mustache is virtually trapped in the village. His eyes cannot be held back any longer, otherwise he may become blind forever, but how should he leave the village?
If a person can never see things, his beliefs, responsibilities, and commitments may quickly collapse in a short period of time. The feeling of being exiled to eternal darkness is very bad. Few people can
Accept it calmly.
He stood silently in front of the window for a long time, recalling the specific environment around the village. Jialuorong stayed with him every step of the way, fearing that if he left, the blind mustache would fall down, become lonely, and become scared.
She would often stretch out her hand and grab Mustache's hand, signaling to him that she was always there, accompanying him, and would never leave no matter what.
Some details in life may be ignored by many people, but Mustache is a person who pays great attention to details. Maybe when it is useless, paying attention to 10,000 details will not be of any use, but when it comes to a critical moment, these
Details may change some things. After thinking about it for a long time, he asked Jia Luorong to prepare something.
At dusk, some young people in the village took Jia Luorong and Mustache to the east of the village. There was a wasteland that could not be cultivated and could only grow sparse grass in the warm season. Based on intuition, Mustache
As soon as they left the village, they felt that Song Kun's gang had been secretly watching them. However, it was not far from the village, and the young people were carrying guns, so Song Kun's men did not dare to go too far.
All the people seemed to be outing on this wasteland, walking leisurely, often stopping and pointing around. The light was getting darker and darker. These people did not have a light source, and Song Kun and his gang could not directly use it.
The light shone over and they stared at this side, but they couldn't see any specific situation.
This work lasted a full night, and it was not until the next day that the group of people returned to the village to eat and rest. Mustache was busy all night, but he did not feel any sleepiness. He stood in front of the window and stood quietly again.
He didn't know if he was sure this time, but he had reached the point where he had to fight.