After hearing what Jiao Xiaoliu said, Xia Yunfei's legs couldn't help but soften. Xia Yunfei's mother also looked shocked. She didn't expect that Jiao Xiaoliu, who looked so harmless, could have such murderous intent.
Jiao Xiaoliu seemed to have noticed something, and scratched his head in embarrassment, "Um, Xia Yunfei, right? Sit down and tell me what's going on..." The attitude change was so abrupt that Jiao Xiaoliu himself felt a sense of
Uneasy feeling.
The atmosphere in the room suddenly became a little strange. Feng Qianchen looked around, sat down, and slowly broke the calm, "Come and sit down, speak slowly, don't be anxious."
The light inside the house dimmed, and the sunlight was covered by dark clouds without knowing when.
Xia Yunfei, his mother, Jiao Xiaoliu and Feng Qianchen sat around the Eight Immortals table in the house and started a long conversation.
"The county magistrate, Mr. Gao, has never cared about our life and death, and he has been exploiting us..." Xia Yunfei pondered for a long time before recounting everything they encountered to Feng Qianchen and Jiao Xiaoliu.
Once we have a beginning, the process and results will follow naturally.
It seems that the dark clouds can no longer bear the weight of the rain. They open countless small holes like a sieve, and the rainwater trapped inside jumps out of those sieve holes mischievously. There is no lightning or thunder, no strong wind, spring
The rain is always so gentle, so gentle that people can't get tired of it.
"We had no choice, so we agreed to go rob with the bandit Guo Zhiqiang, otherwise our wheat fields would not be saved..." Xia Yunfei's narration was as calm as the rain outside.
When talking about his father's tragic death, Xia Yunfei and his mother burst into tears. Neither Jiao Xiaoliu nor Feng Qianchen were good at comforting others. At this time, they didn't know what to say except silence.
"However, maybe God took pity on us, and we actually met two people..." Xia Yunfei's narrative came to an end, and Jiao Xiaoliu and Feng Qianchen also knew what happened.
Jiao Xiaoliu's hand beat rhythmically on the table of the Eight Immortals, and he interrupted Xia Yunfei's words, "Where is Guo Zhiqiang's body?"
"Should, should still be there!" The smile on Jiao Xiaoliu's face now was exactly the same as the smile when he killed Guo Zhiqiang, which made Xia Yunfei stutter unconsciously. Xia Yunfei was still frightened when he thought of that scene.
Jiao Xiaoliu stood up and moved his neck, "I'm hungry, can you help us cook?" This sentence was addressed to Xia Yunfei's mother.
"Okay, okay..." Xia Yunfei's mother also stood up quickly, "I didn't expect it to be so late. I went to cook, but it was just plain food."
"It doesn't matter, as long as I can fill my stomach...thank you for your hard work." Jiao Xiaoliu smiled sweetly.
Xia Yunfei's mother once again regretted in her heart that she could not have a daughter-in-law like Jiao Xiaoliu.
It was raining outside, so Xia Yunfei's mother took out an oil-paper umbrella from the house, opened the door and walked to the east room.
Jiao Xiaoliu was really helpless about cooking. He folded his hands on his chest and leaned against the door, watching the pattering spring rain.
"From your words and deeds, you should be a scholar, right?" Feng Qianchen asked Xia Yunfei with great appreciation.
Xia Yunfei sighed, "It's embarrassing to say that our Xia family was originally a scholarly family, but due to some reasons, our family fell into decline."
