I couldn't see clearly what was going on inside, I only saw two shadows hugging each other, and that room seemed to be the room where we smelled the stench during the day.
Is it that woman and her husband?
Logically speaking, it's impossible. The woman's husband is sick and is bedridden. The woman dislikes her husband very much. If she didn't dislike her husband, there wouldn't be such a strong smell in the house. On the sofa on the second floor
Nor can there be those leftovers after the war.
If it's not her husband, then who is it?
Stealing men and messing around in your husband's room with others?
There are some people in this world who would do similar things in pursuit of excitement, but is this too much?
I was hesitant to go in. If I went in, I would crash into something like that. I couldn't imagine what would happen next.
But if I didn’t remind you, I would be a little sorry for seeing this scene.
Thinking of this, I coughed lightly, a simple reminder is enough!
Unexpectedly, my coughing didn't affect the behavior of the people in the room. It was as if they couldn't hear the sound I made.
I had to take another look, and only then did I realize that the people in the room seemed not to be a man and a woman, but two men.
If it's two men, what are they doing? Why are they sitting on the bed with their arms around each other?
From the position at the door, I couldn't see exactly what they were doing, I could only see two shadows.
I thought for a moment, then opened the door and walked in! If I met someone's husband who wanted to kill a woman, and I just walked away like this, wouldn't it be that I was willing to die without saving him.
Boss, I pushed the door open, and the two people in the room were still not disturbed by my movements, as if they couldn't hear any sound.
Soon, I came to the door of the room! The room was full of stench and there were a lot of debris piled inside.
If there wasn't a bed, I wouldn't even think of it as a room.
There were two men sitting on the bed, one of whom was the young man we called to the door of the woman's house during the day.
The young man couldn't speak and was a typical deaf-mute! But leaning on him was a skinny young man.
That's right, a scrawny young man!
The man looked about sixteen or seventeen years old. His hair was very long and messy, and it looked like it hadn’t been taken care of for a long time. Hearing the sound of me walking to the door, he looked over at me with deep eyes.
It was sunken and looked a bit scary.
He coughed a few times, then slowly raised his hand, as if he wanted to express something.
Seeing this move of the man, the deaf-mute young man suddenly turned his head and looked towards me. When he saw me standing at the door, he was startled, and the bowl in his hand fell to the ground with a bang.
There was noodles in the bowl, which should have been for young men to eat, but it was now scattered all over the floor.
The deaf-mute young man quickly put the man down, then hurriedly picked up the bowl on the ground. He also picked up all the noodles that had fallen on the ground.
After picking it up, he quickly walked towards me with his head lowered, not intending to talk to me.
I didn't stop him, but gave him a way.
He couldn't hear or say anything to him. Rather than leaving him here, it would be better to let him go.
After the deaf-mute boy left, I walked towards the young man lying on the bed. The man coughed and stared at me with his eyes.
He seemed to want to say something, but was struggling.
I find it very strange that the woman in the house today said that the man living in that house is her husband, but looking at the man like this, he could be her son.
I walked to his bedside and asked, "What do you want to say?"
He looked at me, breathed for a while, and said in a weak voice: "Who are you?"
The man's voice sounded weak, but his tone seemed very calm and sophisticated, not green at all.
This voice sounds very inappropriate for someone of his age!
Is it reverse growth?
I didn't think any more and said to him: "Today, I came to the village to do some errands and happened to pass by your house, so I came over to ask for directions! I just saw someone sneaking up to your house. I thought it was right.
You have evil intentions, so you came in to see what was going on."
"Oh, that's it!" The man spoke, taking a deep breath, and then continued in a weak voice: "He is Wang Ping, a kind-hearted little brother. Ever since he knew that I was sick, he often
He would come to my house and give me food and drink. If he had any good things, he would often come over and show them to me and tell me."
"It's just that life is too hard. I can't hear or speak since I was a teenager. Just now, he just brought me a bowl of noodles to eat. It's okay. Thank you, little brother."
As he spoke, he coughed again.
Listening to the man's conversation, although he was very frail, he was very cultured. Coupled with this calm and experienced voice, I became more and more suspicious that he was a person with reverse growth.
The so-called reverse growth means that a person grows very old when he is born, like an elderly person in his seventies or eighties, and then as time goes by, he becomes younger and younger.
Such people are rare, but they do exist!
I didn't dwell on this issue and continued to talk to him: "What disease are you suffering from?"
He sighed and said, "I don't know. I haven't found out. Anyway, I just feel so weak that I can't lift up my strength and can't eat."
Hearing this, I couldn't help but look at him again. He did have some yin energy in his body, but it was not caused by this yin energy. He became like this because he had been ill for too long and his yang energy declined.
It has nothing to do with Yin Qi.
"Did you really go for a checkup?" I asked, staring into his eyes.
He nodded and said, "I have been to many places, including provincial capitals and Kyoto. I have checked everything that needs to be checked, and no problems have been found."
"That……"
"Who?" Suddenly, a woman's voice came from upstairs.
Then, I heard the sound of footsteps.
Soon, the woman came to the door of the room.
"Why is it you?" The woman saw me and looked a little surprised.
She noticed me sitting on the bed and asked me unnaturally: "What are you doing?"
I said to the woman: "Look at your husband!"
"Why are you looking at my husband?" As she spoke, she walked over to me.
As she walked over, she subconsciously pinched her nose to show her disgust.
I looked at the young man on the bed, and then looked at the woman again. The woman was wearing pajamas, and although she was well maintained, she looked like she was in her thirties or forties.
Can such a couple not make people suspicious?
Perhaps seeing the look in my eyes, the woman laughed and said, "What? You don't think he is my husband?"
"If he didn't stay with me every day, I might be like you and suspect that he is not my husband. A few years ago, he was bitten by a snake, and then he lost his function as a man, and then he became depressed all day long.
Unhappy, I felt uncomfortable either here or there. We went to many hospitals for examinations but could not find any problems. In the end, the doctor diagnosed it as a mental illness."
"At first we didn't believe it, and we went to see many gods and goddesses, but no one could cure him. We had no choice but to go home. After returning home, he began to change and became younger and younger.
Originally, he was already in his thirties when he got sick, but as time went by, more than ten years passed, and instead of getting older, he became like this."
When the woman said this, the man coughed again. He also raised his hand as if he wanted to say something.
The woman did not speak anymore, but waited for the man to speak.
The man said in a weak voice: "It's not a snake, I wasn't bitten by a snake, I was, I was bitten by a little red thing."