After a few people refueled, they got on the highway and headed straight to Nan Province next door.
The five-hundred-kilometer journey takes at least three or four hours. Jiang Yurou said while driving: "Xiaofan, don't be too anxious. Maybe we misunderstood what Wu Ma meant?"
"Hey, I hope so too."
A full five hours passed and we arrived at Jiangjia Village at one o'clock in the evening.
There were still lights on in the village. It turned out to be a canteen. Ning Fan quickly stepped forward and asked: "Old man, I would like to ask where Jiang Zhihui's home is?"
"What are you doing? Why are you looking for this man?" This is a middle-aged man wearing a vest.
He turned on the light not because he was still doing business, he just went out to go to the latrine, and he happened to be bumped into by Ning Fan and others.
The big man saw the women behind Ning Fan and seemed to understand what he meant. He quickly waved his hand and said, "Our village is very strict now. If you don't want to buy a wife, you won't dare to buy one."
"You misunderstood, I was simply looking for where Jiang Zhihui's home is."
"He's not at home," the big man said.
"It's okay, I just want to find where his home is." Ning Fan took out a hundred yuan and stuffed it over him.
The big man had seen big bills in this ravine all year round. After receiving them and rubbing them with his hands, he said: "You guys keep walking along this path. After passing five houses, you will reach Jiang Zhihui's house. There is a bayberry tree planted in the yard."
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"Um!"
Ning Fan said: "Let's go!"
Because it was not raining, the road was easy to walk, and we arrived at the courtyard that the big man mentioned. There were indeed bayberry trees planted in it.
The door was unlocked and there were signs of cleaning. It was obvious that Wu Ma was back.
After opening the door and going in, Ning Fan shouted: "Wu Ma?"
"Wu Ma?"
But there was no response at all. Ning Fan walked into the back room and found Wu's mother lying on the bed, her face was pale, and there was a bottle of sleeping pills on the bedside next to her.
"Wu Ma?"
Ning Fan quickly felt Wu Ma's pulse and checked his eyes again.
boom!!!
He punched the bedside table for the last time and said helplessly: "Wu Ma, let's go."
The women subconsciously covered their mouths, tears streaming down their faces. They didn't expect that a good person like Wu Ma would leave like this.
Ning Fan took a deep breath, he should have paid more attention to Wu Ma in the past few days, and nothing like what happened today would have happened.
"Xiaofan, is it really impossible to save him?" Tang Xiaoyue asked.
"I also want to save her, but Mother Wu is already gone."
After being immersed in it for a while, Ning Fan said helplessly: "Wu Ma's life has been very difficult, let's send her away."
"Yes!" The women nodded with tears in their eyes.
Gradually the next day came, and everyone in the village knew about Wu Ma's death, and they came over one after another to ask if they wanted to help.
After all, he was an outsider, so Jiang Zhihui had to handle this matter.
Fortunately, Jiang Zhihui still had some conscience and caught the first bus back early in the morning.
When he saw Wu Ma's body, tears streamed down his face and he slapped his ears angrily.
Jiang Zhihui loved Wu Ma, but it was too late when he realized that he was feeling very sad. Only when he loses does he know how to cherish her.
"If you let someone organize a funeral now, I'll pay for all the expenses." Ning Fan said.
"I..." Jiang Zhihui wanted to say something, but looking at Ning Fan he couldn't say anything. He chatted with Wu Ma alone for a while and then went to call for help.
Ning Fan didn't cry, he just sighed and felt heartbroken.