Chapter 94: There will be no more ghost brothers in this world
"I want to protect Cat Jiujiu for the rest of my life."
"I want to protect Cat Jiujiu for the rest of my life."
"I want to protect Cat Jiujiu for the rest of my life."
I didn't know if I was crying. I collapsed on Na Miantang. I just felt that I was dead too, and died together with Brother Gui, my relative.
"Brother Gui is my only relative," I thought sadly. Suddenly, I seemed to have returned to the orphanage in troubled times. I felt lonely and desolate, because I knew that I had lost this loyal, honest, gentle, and kind-hearted elder brother.
, without his unconditional support, I will not be able to face life.
Song Da was also paralyzed behind the car, lying on his side covered in blood. My throat tightened, "What's wrong with Song Da?"
"He was hit by an ambush just now. Fortunately, he was fine and fainted."
Through the glass layer, I saw that the wilderness was desolate, with withered grass, and the bloody places had been left behind. The fact that Brother Gui was really dead came to me like a raging tide, and the pain in my heart was overwhelming.
, has been pouring into the depths of my heart. I have always relied on Brother Gui, just as Brother Gui relies on me. Brother Gui has always been my sword, my shield, and the source of my strength.
It's like a dream yesterday.
Finally, we escaped and ascended to heaven. I believe Brother Gui is still alive, maybe he is out of danger.
It was already early morning when we returned to Na's villa.
Na Miantang carried me to the room, and Song Da was helped to the guest room by the servants. The servants in the villa were shocked when they saw our situation.
I was as fragile as a wisp of smoke. There was no color on my face. I was quiet, neither crying nor fussing. My eyes were empty and lifeless. There were no tears in my dry eyes. I lay there in a daze, as if I was on the verge of death.
Even the bird's breathing was weak and inaudible, so I just let Na Miantang put me on the bed and cover me with a quilt.
Wang Ma was the housekeeper of Na Miantang. She didn't dare to ask a word. She looked at Miantang quietly, and her heart tightened again. A layer of beard appeared on Miantang's chin.
His eyes were bloodshot, and he stood motionless in front of my bed, reaching out to touch my cheek.
I waved my hand softly to express my refusal, "I want to save Brother Gui, he is still alive."
Then there was silence. In the silence, a conjecture that was too terrible to express in words took shape in my mind. I couldn't say it, couldn't force myself to ask this question. I swallowed some water, and then another, but...
I suddenly felt that my mouth was dry, and it seemed that all sides of my throat were stuck together. Mian Tang looked at me so silently, and made no move to rescue Brother Gui. This is where this frightening riddle started? At this time
, he spoke.
"Brother Gui died last night."
Brother Gui cannot die, even though Na Miantang said so, I kept repeating like a parrot who only knows one sentence: "Brother Gui is not dead - Brother Gui is not dead - Brother Gui is not dead."
He stepped forward and hugged me forcefully in his arms. No matter how he called me, I still looked like this, dazed and dazed, my eyes were separated and could no longer be brought together.
He put his arms on the bed and held me in his arms, wiping away his tears. His hoarse voice was deep and firm, and he looked into my eyes and said, "Mao Jiujiu, don't think I will let you go like this."
, I killed the mountain ghost, if you want to avenge him, just turn around and raise him for me, I will be waiting for you at any time."
After saying that, he stood up, glanced at me for the last time, turned around and left. Outside the door, Song Da, who had woken up, stood. He staggered in. I tried to stand up and wanted to get out of bed, but my extremely weak body was fluttering.
I fell down and got out of bed, and as soon as I said "Song Da", I burst into tears. I had so many grievances and so much hatred. At this moment, I hugged Song Da and vented it to my heart's content.
"Song Da, I beg you, please help me find Brother Gui, he is injured."
Song Da tightened my hand and said in a gentle voice: "Brother Gui is gone. As long as I am here from now on, we will protect you."
My heart was filled with grief, tears became more and more violent, and my heart hurt so much that I couldn't breathe: "There is no ghost brother anymore, there will never be a ghost brother in this world, he will kill him."
Song Da's eyes were wet and he didn't say a word. He just looked at me. I had been tortured for seven days and was already so thin that even my bones were painful. The anger in my chest was rolling fiercely and was about to destroy me.
I'm burned out.
Song Da said word by word, "If it were me at that time, I would have shot. This is the only way to survive, and it must be Brother Gui's wish. Brother Gui died heroically, and although he died gloriously, he
I want you to live well."
My head buzzed, and I broke down and cried. I cried loudly: "God testifies, God testifies, we have experienced thunderous difficulties in the orphanage, and I once told myself that I must stand up."
Live, and when I get through this difficulty, I will never let myself starve, nor will I let my relatives starve. Even if I have to steal or kill people, I don't want them to starve. Now my life is getting better.
But Shuyi died, Guifengqi disappeared, Ergouzi became ill, and Brother Gui also died."
Song Da hugged me and said, "I know, I know, I won't let you starve anymore."
Na Miantang stood guard outside the door, silently smoking a cigarette in his hand.
With my persistence, I finally returned home to recuperate. We made a tacit agreement not to announce the news of Brother Gui to the public, as if Brother Gui was just doing business from afar. Na Mian Tang arranged the best doctors and nurses for me, and of course there was heavy guarding.
Coupled with the careful service of the servants sent to the house, things gradually got better.
I need some time, I need some time to clear my mind. I sit in the kitchen with a lot of pots, bowls and chopsticks. This is Brother Gui’s favorite place to stay, because he is always afraid that I am hungry, so he always makes hot food for me.
Tengteng noodles, everything is the same as before, except that there is no ghost brother, there is no ghost brother anymore, and I can no longer eat the food cooked by ghost brother. There is a dull pain in my heart, as if the nerves were suddenly numb because of the deep trauma.
I started to express myself tenaciously again - I want revenge, Brother Gui died for me, I want to kill Zhang Chenglin! Now I can't let the numb pain revive; I have a long time in this life, and there is plenty of time to care about the pain. But
Not now! God, please don’t let me suffer anymore now!
The courtyard door was knocked, three times, neither light nor hard, neither fast nor slow, with a somewhat mechanical rhythm.
Xiao Ma Liu came down from upstairs and stood on the stairs. Ah Wu Donkey and You Si Ji were pretending to be busy and pretending to help with the cooking. Zhu Tou San and Er Gouzi, who was slightly awake, were squatting on the ground and playing with sticks as they struggled to survive.
Ant, Niuba glanced at me and turned around to mend clothes honestly - a bit polite. Because they knew my temper - no one was allowed to open the door to let people in without my permission. They just felt weird that I was related to that person.
There are some problems in Miantang. They are as smart as pigs and no one dares to offend me.
The servant sent by Mian Tang looked at the door through the peephole and replied to me: "Miss, it's that man."
I stood for a while and then went back. I didn't intend to open the door, so Xiao Ma Liu, Niu Ba, Ah Wu Donkey and the servants pretended not to hear the knock on the door.
The door was silent for a long time, and then it was knocked three more times, neither lightly nor hard nor slowly. They all quietly looked at me with their eyes closed. They looked at the door like a twister about to be lit. On both sides of the door
All the people were like foot*s, Ah Wu Lu even had the consciousness of self-preservation and even thought of sneaking back into the room.
The door knocked again, as if it would not give up until it achieved its goal.
I opened the door suddenly, and Miantang stood there blankly. I saw Miantang's gray face, and unexpectedly discovered that—for the first time in my life—he had not shaved, and his usually radiant face appeared.
He has a unruly beard, but I feel like he has never been hurt by the death of a man named Gui Ge.
His wisdom became a chopped pig's head, and he said dryly, "Let me take a look."
We just started chatting politely - yes, absolutely reciprocating with courtesy.
".....I came to see if you were doing well."
"Fortunately, thank you for the doctors and nurses. I will pay you back when I have money."
"...I've been busy with some things recently and haven't been able to take care of you."
"fine."
"...I just finished my work and wanted to come over and see if I can help."
"No."
I responded to his hesitant nonsense in a clichéd manner, with a stiff smile of two hundred and fifty, but he was still talking in the car: "——I'll take a look and leave." The six little horses craned their necks.
They didn't dare to speak, and the clay and wood sculptures didn't respond. They moved their fingers and thumbs, which is called loyalty, and sitting still was called rationality.
I decided to ask him: "Master, can you go inside and have a cup of tea? It's going to rain."
Na Miantang nodded and followed the hazy sky with his eyes. He came in with me as if someone had taken an ecstasy pill on his forehead.
I invited Na Miantang to come and sit in the main room. The windows were bright and clean. I handed him a clean towel and said, "Master, please clean your hands first."
Na Miantang said: "No, no."
I acted as if I didn't hear anything and said, "Wash your hands with wet hands and you will be able to eat the white flour steamed buns in a while. The white flour steamed buns in our place are excellent and very delicious."
Na Miantang said: "Well, I happened to have nothing to eat." He was indeed hungry, his face was a little pale, and his beard was shaggy. I didn't even take a glance and went to the kitchen. Before leaving, I said: "The towel is
Brother Gui’s, it doesn’t matter, just use it.”
Na Miantang was a little surprised and glanced at me secretly, because Gui Ge's name slipped from my lips so easily. He didn't know what it meant. He wiped his face and looked at the sky in trance.
After a while, I brought two big white-flour steamed buns from the kitchen, put them on the table, and then said, "Sir, the big white-flour buns are steamed and the water is boiled. Do you want to use them together? This is all nonsense."
I love food, but it’s a pity that my cooking skills are poor and I can’t make it taste like Brother Gui. Please forgive me.”
Na Miantang grabbed the white steamed buns and ate them.