Feng Biao left in a hurry. Jiang Shiting looked towards the direction where the middle-aged man was carried away. She didn't care what Feng Biao said. Her mind was not on it at all at the moment. She turned around and looked at Lin Kun.
Lin Kun knew what she was thinking and said, "Go over and take a look?"
Jiang Shiting nodded, and the two of them walked together in the direction where the middle-aged man was carried away just now, with the two horse boys arranged by Feng Biao following closely behind.
The two boys were idle and talking in a low voice, "Oh, I think these two people are very idle. They don't care about other people's life and death. Besides, the people who died were untouchables in this village. How can they be so fake in love?"
"People from China are all so slutty. They are already engaged in immoral business, and they are pretending to be saints here. It's really ridiculous."
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Lin Kun heard this and suddenly stopped and turned around. The two boys immediately fell silent, but their eyes when they looked at Lin Kun were full of provocation.
Snap, snap!
Lin Kun didn't waste any time, and slapped the two people on the face with two ear-scratches. The two boys screamed in pain after being beaten, and they immediately became angry and wanted to fight Lin Kun. As a result, Lin Kun was beaten again.
Throw off the ear scraper.
The two ear-scratches just now were just a warning, and the next two ear-scratches were just to give them some color. The two horses howled miserably, and the sky was spinning in front of their eyes, and a small star was twinkling.
"If you don't want to die, just be honest with me."
Lin Kun's cold voice rang in the ears of the two of them. They endured the severe pain on their cheeks and felt that the teeth in their mouths were about to be knocked out. At the same time, a cold feeling hit their backs, and this coldness came from their heels.
All the way to the top of my head.
In the small courtyard, the walls are already dilapidated. Several people from the village came. It's not that the big guys don't have the humanity of the villagers, but that the people in the village have long been used to dead people, old people, adults or children.
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In recent years, many men have died in the village, and many beautiful girls have died. When the women in the village get pregnant, they all hope that what is left is a daughter, an ugly daughter, so that at least she can grow up safely.
There were a few children gathered outside the yard. They all stood on tiptoe and looked into the yard. In the yard, there were several men helping to make coffins, and a few old ladies holding a bunch of messy rags and mumbling something.
The rags in the hands of these old ladies were wrapped around the body of the little girl. Her clothes were still in tatters, but her face had been wiped clean and was black.
The girl's hair was still a little disheveled. At this time, an old lady was taking out two small hemp ropes and tying up the little girl's hair with her rough hands like dried orange peels.
There were three old ladies in total, and all three pairs of turbid old eyes shed tears. There was not much water left in their skinny bodies, but seeing the girl endure such great humiliation and die at such a young age, they were both women.
I can even feel the pain of being torn apart by youth.
One of the old ladies wiped away her tears and sighed. She raised her head and looked up at the sky. In the blue sky, the sun was shining brightly. There was a clean sky that people in prosperous metropolises envied. But under this pure sky, why were there so many things?
Dark and depressive, there are no human rights here, people here are crazy, and all the things hidden in the body are the most primitive animal desires...
Who made this originally pure and peaceful land become so miserable? Was it the first man who walked into the village carrying a bag full of drugs, or was it the spread of evil deep in the distant Grawu Mountains?
"What a pitiful baby, Saran, you are such a beautiful girl. Even if you deliberately dirty your face and mess up your hair, you still can't escape bad luck. Damn it, who on earth killed this child!"
The old lady was so excited that the tears in the corners of her eyes shone even more, and her body began to tremble.
The other two old ladies next to her quickly supported her, and they both expressed their regrets together, and together they advised the particularly excited old lady to express her condolences.
This extremely emotional old lady is not a relative of Saran, but she has watched this child grow up since she was a child. The old lady once said to Saran: My child, when you grow up, you must find a way to leave here and sneak across. Go to China. The sky there may not be as blue as here, but the people there are not evil. You can meet a good man there and live a peaceful life for the rest of your life, instead of being fearful here.
Young Saran blinked and looked at the old lady with big eyes, "Grandma Jie, can I wear the clothes I like and dress myself up beautifully when I go there?"
Laotou used her old hands to stroke Saran's delicate and smooth cheeks. There was mud on her cheeks. She gently wiped it off for Saran, "Of course, our Saran will be the most beautiful girl and meet the best girl." man."
The sun was setting that day, and Saran's worries suddenly became more intense. The excitement on her face disappeared, and she lowered her head and said, "But what about my father and brother?"
The old lady let out a long sigh and smiled again, "When you are settled in China, you can take them with you to live a peaceful life."
"Peaceful life..."
Saran still didn't quite understand. He raised his head and looked into the distance, where there was the legendary peaceful and prosperous China. His face was full of expectation and he said: "What does peace look like?"
Lin Kun and Jiang Shiting stood outside the yard for a while. Jiang Shiting walked towards the yard, but was blocked by several villagers standing outside the yard.
The people in these villages looked fierce. They were sad for Saran's death, but at the same time they were full of hostility towards Jiang Shiting and Lin Kun.
The entire village was abandoned by their main god, but not everyone in the village was a bad person. At least those who came to mourn Saran, not just to join in the fun, had not completely lost their conscience.
A person who has a conscience can be called a human being, but if his conscience is completely wiped out, he can only be called a beast.
"You are not welcome here, please leave quickly!" A half-year-old child yelled at Jiang Shiting and Lin Kun first. Beside him were several other children and several young women.
None of these women are pretty, and some even have facial disabilities. But in the village, it is women like this who can live to old age safely and avoid man-made disasters.
The women were also very angry at Lin Kun and Jiang Shiting. They picked up the stones on the ground and planned to throw them at Lin Kun and Jiang Shiting. They shouted: "Get out, get out!"
Jiang Shiting did not back down and said calmly: "We just want to come and take a look. Last night, Saran gave us food. We also want to come and pay our respects. There is absolutely no malice in sending her off on this last journey."
The women glanced at each other, undecided, and then looked at the old ladies in the yard. The old ladies heard the sound and looked over. The old lady with a particularly excited expression on her face had her cloudy eyes looking at Lin Kun and Jiang Shiting.
After looking over his face, he waved to the women outside the door, "Take care of your children and let them in."
Jiang Shiting said thank you to the old lady, and walked into the yard with Lin Kun.
Saran's younger brother, that little boy, walked out of the door with his head lowered and holding a gray dress. His tears never stopped, and the tears fell on the clothes and made a large area wet.
traces of.
When the little boy saw Lin Kun and Jiang Shiting, his face became excited and he cursed at Lin Kun and Jiang Shiting: "Murderers, you will be punished. You are not welcome here, get out of here!"
(I went home and took a nap at night. I overslept. There will be one or two chapters tonight. It is expected to be updated at ten o'clock)