Our village suddenly has a widow, young and pretty, and a hot body.
She drove a limo to the village and said to the village chief: “No man dared to marry me, so that he might choose a man in your village, and I would pay you to build a road.” I’m sorry.
One.
The widow made two demands with the village chief:
One was born in our village.
The second is that the annual record is over 25 years of age.
She said she hired a master with heavy gold.
The master said her life was so bad that the man she married could not bear, that she even died six husbands.
The six husbands who died because of her will become angry with her.
She came to our village as the master’s guide, and there was a dragon mountain behind us, and a man born beneath it could crush her life and dispel her resentment.
That’s kind of weird.
But our village is a poor village and has no other advantage but to have a single scoundrel who can’t marry his wife.
The village chief is an unbelievably unbelieving woman who thinks he’s caught up with a rich woman who’s got a lot of money.
In the meantime, she was given the assurance that she would receive all the qualified men from the village in one day.
Widows were removed and village chiefs mobilized from house to house.
When the barons in the village heard that the beautiful rich woman had come to pick her husband during the day, they all looked green.
No one cared that she had died of her husband and said that widows knew how to hurt people, especially when they were beautiful and had money.
There were even several people who went to town at night to cut their hair and borrow new clothes.
I went to the village next door to steal my cousin’s milk and washed my face a dozen times a night.
Two.
The next morning, our village yard was crowded.
There are men, women and children, most of whom come to visit.
With me, there are more than 30 people who are qualified, each with the best spirit, waiting to be chosen by a widow.
It’s not until 10:00 that the widow is late in the limo.
She came with an old man with white hair, the master she paid for.
Paradoxically, the widow got out of the car, opened the trunk and removed six paper people from it.
It’s a surprise to the people of our village, isn’t it when the dead are buried?
The only difference is that the six people she took out were not empty, but were covered in straw, more like a thick piece of paper outside the scarecrow.
And the paper people’s faces, they’re all different, but they’re covered in cheeks, their pupils are dark, they’re crushing.
The village chief went up to ask questions.
The widow told him that it was her six dead husbands who had taken them to the scene, which the master meant.
The master said that they had to wait until they had found a husband with a hard life.
Says he put a scent in front of every paperman and lit it up.
The rural population felt somewhat unlucky about the situation, but she was determined that the village chief probably wanted to repair the roads and build the plants and put up with it.
It was just weird that some older people felt uncomfortable and went straight home.
But none of us left.
But if she didn’t believe in it, how would a man like us in a poor ditch ever marry such a beautiful woman?
As soon as she came out, the young men in the village had their eyes straight.
3
We thought it was the widow himself who picked the man.
However, she only asked the village chief to collect all the words of our birthday, and when she gave them to the master, she moved a chair next to the six paper people and played her cell phone down.
I’m a little upset in the crowd, and the village chief told me privately that I’m the only one in the village who’s got the best looks and education.
But the widow didn’t even look at me.
I was standing there staring at her body, looking at her, and she seemed to have noticed and looked up and looked at me.
When I was running away from her in my heart, and I looked away from her, and I looked at the paperman.
In that moment, I suddenly felt that the paper people’s faces looked familiar, and I was surprised by my own thoughts.
Turning around, seeing the widow smiling at me, the heart beats and forgets the paper.
And when We thought that We had had a chance, we saw the master of the day with our life, and shook his head.
When this move came out, I heard a “shit” coming from several people around me.
The village chief also sensed that things were not good, and the voices were shaking: “Is there any right?” I’m sorry.
Master shakes his head again.
Now, there’s a lot of talk going on in the crowd, and some even say they’re not liars and they’re playing us.
At this point, the widow went to the master and whispered to him.
She looked in my direction when she spoke to the master.
I was with a couple of people around me, and at the same time straight up the waistboard.
But the master still shakes his head.
Now I’m gonna scold.
4
A little while later, the widow spoke to the village chief, saying, “Did you not find the man who came to my village who was fit for me? I’m sorry.
The village chief said all but work outside, and the unmarried men who met the conditions in the village found her.
But the widow said: “My demand is that a man over the age of 25, born in the village, does not say that he must be unmarried.” I’m sorry.
“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa”aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
And I listen to people and say, “What do you mean, don’t be unmarried; do you want a man with a wife?” This woman was drugged by a master of shit, right? I’m sorry.
The women who were surrounded by the village’s men were scolded and said that the leprechaun looked like a bitch and deserved to die of so many husbands.
The widow, however, did not take any notice of the abuse and took a small blackboard out of the village and wrote her own number on it with chalk.
She said that she could call a man if he met the conditions and give her the eight words of her birthday. She read only eight words, and did not care about the ugly.
Then he went with the master and the paper.
Looking at the shadow of a woman’s departure, I was so lost inside that I thought it was over without a word.
It was unexpected that on the third day the widow had left, the wife of Chen crippled in the village suddenly drank pesticides.
5
I had to call him Uncle Chen, who had been a handyman in the early days and was almost 50 years old.
About seven years ago, I went to work at the construction site with a young man of the same age.
The incident was crushed, but the site owner made a fire and broke his leg.
Then he became a cripple, returned to the village and never went out.
When his wife married him, she was a second wife and she was always a tough woman in the village.
Nobody would have thought that this woman would kill herself one day.
In the early morning hours of that day, she drank pesticides and ran to the village entrance.
He was spitting in his mouth, and he was scolding Chen for being cheeky.
The village was busy with 120, but before the ambulance arrived, she choked.
It was only later that we knew that Chen had secretly called the widow and that he had been chosen.
The widow asked him if he wanted to marry himself, and Chen was a cripple.
Then you’ll have to take your wife to the divorce.
His wife couldn’t bear it, especially when she was forced to divorce, and for rural women, she had no face to live.
According to the villagers, she was forced to die alive by widows and Chen cripples.
The widow came back the day Chen was buried.
And she was not afraid of the curses of the women of the village, but she said, “You have received more than twenty telephone calls on the night of my departure. Why don’t you go back and curse your husbands? I did not force them to give me a life report. I’m sorry.
As soon as that was said, the women in the village had become even more angry and had to be angry with her, but their husbands had bowed their heads.
She also stated that after the first seven years, he married Chen’s cripple, and that previous promises to the village chief would be honoured by paying for the village to fix the road and set up a factory in the village.
Anyone who yells at her again is not going to work at her factory.
So, there was only a few people who called her out.
Everyone watched, she was with Chen and buried his wife in the ground.
Once promised by the widow, Chen, who had pretended to be a sad and shamed cripple, had become unstoppable during the burial process. The eyes of the widow are full of fire, and the mouths of the mouth are sometimes funny.
And we, the men who lost the election, watched the widow with Chen cripple’s arm at the end of the funeral, and the jealousy in his heart went out.
One of them said to me, “I don’t believe it. So the beautiful widow of the water is willing to marry the man who is crippled by Chen, so wait until she enters our village, and sooner or later I will do it.” I’m sorry.
I know there are a lot of men in the village who hold this idea, but there are plenty of scoundrels in the village, and it’s not uncommon for women to steal men.
But it was unexpected that something had happened to Chen on the day he married the widow.
Six.
The wedding took place just after his wife’s first seven days.
It happened to be Chinese.
Rural people themselves are more taboo about these days, especially when they are newly dead, and they choose them for weddings, where they are often cursed.
But the village was not stupid, especially since the village chief had warned privately, knowing that if we were poor, we would have built a road, built a factory and benefited every family.
Morality. It’s important not to have money.
So, even if I didn’t want to, I came to Chen’s house to help him with the wedding.
Even a large number of people from neighbouring villages have heard of this strange news and have come all the way here to watch it.
Widows are not natives and the process of marriage has been completely eliminated, but in the chapel, it is true that the outsiders were opened to them.
Instead of him, the widow moved out the husband of the six paper men and this time took out an additional picture of a black veil.
All of a sudden, make the wedding hall look like a temple.
She said, “I grew up in an orphanage, fatherless and fatherless, and my wealth was a legacy of my own struggle and six husbands, so I did not worship the heavens and the earth, but my six ex-husbands and our sister, Wang Guifan, who had accomplished a good thing.” I’m sorry.
Wang Guifan, is Chen’s wife who died a few days ago.
Now she’s her sister.
Chen’s face was a little bit unnatural.
She also said, “The choice of this day to marry is because of China Won’t let my sisters and my ex-husbands see this, and I hope to have their blessing. I’m sorry.
We don’t have to tell her. We all know it’s the same master.
After all, the last time you chose a man, you said you had to let her husbands witness it, not to mention getting married.
But the village chief, who was in charge, turned his eyes to Chen. He wanted to hear what he meant.
When Chen was a little confused at the beginning, he laughed and said, “It’s a family, it’s a family, it’s a good thing to have Guifan and some big brothers witness.” “and worship them!”
He fell down on his knees with great initiative.
This ridiculous and absurd scene has shocked many outsiders.
So I looked around the crowd and asked, “Why did you say she had covered up the remains of Wang Guifan, to show them to the dead and to block the sight? I’m sorry.
I did not think that you thought it was a good thing for them. Wang Guifan was forced to die for only a few days. Would you dare look at the face on the last image? I’m sorry.
And it is in my heart that it is surely an idea from the master of the scoundrel, and the words of the widow are nothing but words.
Looks at a beautiful widow who is more beautiful than usual, who is standing next to Chen’s cripple and kneels with a tiny twilight round and an amazing curve that comes out of the tightness of the action clothes.
I couldn’t figure it out. What did the master give her?
It’s too late for me to think, because, according to the village custom, after the church is married, there’s a hole.
I’ve got a small, single man around me who’s gonna be stupid.
7
The more poor, the worse.
Our village is marked by brides after the chapel.
In the process, from the wedding hall to the cave, unmarried men in the village can stop on the road, hold the bride and let the groom rob people from his arms.
The road was short, but it often took 10 minutes to get to the bride’s beauty and not get to the den for half an hour.
So when the village chief said “to go to the cave,”
And I stand among the singles, like I’m in the grassy pack of wolves, with a fat, young rabbit in front of me, and a pack of wolves rushing out with their eyes green.
I didn’t catch up with my feet, and I saw my hair on the side of my arms holding the bride, and my mouth was running out.
Of course, his hand was not idle, which reminds me of his harsh words the other day about “widows”.
In the past, when a man with dirty hands came to rob, the bride was laid down and handed over to the next bride-hunting man, lest he be hated later.
It’s too much, and when the bride struggles harder, she drops.
But I wonder if I’ve been knocked out of my head by little twigs, and I wonder when I’m able to unseat a widow’s mouth and reach inside.
It was hard for the Chen cripple to crowd him and see the picture, and it was so red.
I’m a cripple, and I can’t take my strong and small hair, and I’ve just listened to him say, “Fuck your mother,” and I’ve got my little arm bit.
He had a little sting, scolded the bride, left a hard-on, Chen cripple to slap him in the face and bit a piece of meat from my small arm.
The scene was so loud and quiet.
As soon as I see the big deal, I’m going to pull out and go to the village clinic and get my wound sterilised.
Who’s got Chen cripples rubbing blood on his mouth, pointing at my small nose and scolding me? “I knew you little beasts weren’t feeling well. I’m sorry.
It’s not good to be incontrovertible.
“Aah!”
When Chen was holding his hands tight on that part, he fell down on the ground with his bow.
And at this point I look up and see the beautiful face of the widow, and laughs a little.
I saw it in her eyes.
8
“The button was unbuttoned by the widow herself, who carried my hand into it. I’m sorry.
Smashed the wound, standing in front of the village clinic and smoking, he told me.
On the other hand, Chen was pulled away by an ambulance called by the village doctor.
The doctor told us that the little one was too hard to kick, and Chen was probably alive, but his life was probably dead.
I saw panic in my eyes.
Because Chen was screaming to call the police to arrest him before he reached the ambulance.
I don’t know what level of injury it is, but it must have been serious. If I had called the police, it would have been a few years.
“This is not the time to say this. Go ask the village chief for help. They’re all from a village. If you don’t call the police, you can ask for anything. I remind you of the path.
“He didn’t dare to call the police, I still have his handle. If he doesn’t want me alive, he’ll die together! I’m sorry.
Seven years ago?
I know what I’m talking about. It’s a nightmare. Not only am I not forgetting, I always go back to that day in my sleep until I wake up.
But I know it’s hard to say, because if he did pull that thing out, it would be more than just going in for a few years.
But indeed, it’s a good way to keep Chen cripple shut.
I urged him to go to the chief of the village and to go to the hospital to see Chen’s cripple and remind him if he insisted on calling the police.
At the same time, I turned around and went to Chen’s.
If I remember correctly, Chen was in the ambulance, but the widow did not follow, and only a few of them were in the village.
He won’t lie to me. He said the button was unbuttoned by the widow herself.
But why would she do that?
A bad feeling about me.
This feeling in my heart grew stronger when I remembered that Chen had fallen victim to injuries.
9
When I came to Chen’s house, the wedding guests were already gone.
But the widow’s car was parked at the door, and I’m sure she didn’t leave.
It was only a half-day in Chen’s empty home, and no one was seen.
“Where is the widow?”
I’ve decided to wait by her car. It’s too weird today. I have to ask her clearly.
As I was about to get out of Chen’s house, I caught a glimpse of the house where the wedding took place.
He’s a red-coloured man, but he’s standing on six incompetent paper.
I turned around and came to the house.
These paper people have different features in their faces, and when they first met, they gave me a strange sense of familiarity.
At this point, this sense of familiarity is back.
The first time they looked was far away, when they were closer, and the face features of the paperers became more visible.
It’s just that it’s a little full and it’s too much.
I wiped it on a paper man’s cheeks, and found a few moles hidden beneath it.
The mole of the triangle…
I’ve been thinking about a man with a few faces on his cheeks that make up a triangulation.
It’s too obvious, so I always remember.
That was seven years ago, the workmate at the site!
I’ve been working so hard to wipe out the red cheeks on the face of the second paper man, with a scar on the eye of the triangle, the nose of the wine and the chin…
This is the owner of the site!
I had a cold back in a moment.
Wipe the remaining paper people’s cheeks off, and look at the past, each paperman’s face features are exactly what my colleagues looked like.
What’s going on?
It can’t be. The widow’s six ex-husbands are the factory owners and a couple of their former workers.
What a coincidence!
The only contact I had with these people was the one thing I thought I could do with Chen’s cripple: They killed a woman at the site!
I saw a bold thought in my heart as it was in the middle of the paper, covered in black veils.
Reach out and lift the black veil over it.
So it’s not the wife of the cripple, Wang Guifan, but rather an old black and white picture.
It’s a pretty young face.
This face, it’s been in my dreams all these years because I remember how she died on the site!
It’s her!
I got up in a panic and I had a creepy thought: “This widow is a ghost.” I’m sorry.
10
Previous (above):
Seven years ago, I graduated from high school, didn’t go to college, and my family didn’t have the money to repeat it. After six months, I listened to my family’s plans and went to work with Chen.
Chen was not crippled.
At the time, he had just been recognized by the site owner as a small foreman, returning later in the year, with oil on his head and in a leather coat, which was very popular.
But our village has a lazy man who, while enviing him for making money, knows that the construction site is tough, and only my father took me to his father and bought a few bottles of wine at the commissary.
Let him take us for two years and come back to marry his wife.
When Chen received his gift, he promised to leave the village with me and Fatty and his wife Wang Guifan to work in the province.
The Chen cripple said that the site was about to set up a canteen and that Wang Guifan was right to cook for the workers.
We didn’t know how to get his wife to cook for the workers, but this guy got mixed up in a nightclub not far from the site and introduced his wife to Mommy.
Someone must be wondering how a 40-year-old rural woman can be a mommy in a nightclub.
That’s the wisdom of Chen.
It turns out that the reason why he was appreciated by the boss was that he was drunk in a nightclub and that he had just happened to be called by his brother from the construction site and taken back with him.
That’s the time when he mixed up with the club’s security guard and left a contact, and then asked if there were any new young and beautiful girls at the club.
He knew the boss was good, and once he had a young and beautiful new guy in, he went to talk to the boss.
The next time the boss went to the club, he thought it would be nice to see a new girl named Chen.
In fact, Chen, who had no idea what she looked like, listened to the security guard and gave it to the boss.
This does not prevent the site owner from thinking that Chen’s cripples are going to come up with more than he knows from being an old player in the night, which is why he was promoted to the top.
He even occasionally goes in with his boss, and he starts chatting with his mommy, and he finds that he pulls a pimp and earns more than he does at the site.
Then something went wrong at Mommy’s house, and Chen crippled his wife to come to work.
The job is based on merit, and Chen is thinking that his wife’s one month’s worth of work is worth as long as he’s a guest, and that it’s better to let his wife into the house and make the boss happy.
So even if his wife is 40, he’ll do it.
The club held down the customers, the boss had fun, Chen made money.
Win it.
It was a joke between workers. Privately, Chen cripples warned me and I was so small that we could go out to the village and laugh at their house, which was not a good business.
I don’t care if I’m a kid. Who would have thought it would happen after three months.
Eleven.
Previous (medium):
The day coincided with the Labour Day, and the site was given a day off, with most of the workers meeting together for a drink and a massage.
There’s only eight people left on the site, me, small, Chen cripple, and five other workers.
We moved two small tables for dinner and played cards at the entrance to the site dormitory.
The three of us who knew Chen had spent the rest of his life in oil, discussed it secretly and put blood on him today.
He lost more than 200 in an hour, just as we were about to continue, his wife Wang Guifan came.
A few months at the nightclub, Wang Guifan, who was not the old girl in the village, burned a stylish hair, painted on his face, wearing a leather dress, black stockings, similar to the hairdresser who works at the construction site every night, and just came near us, brought a sniveling smell of cheap perfume.
Our eyes are straight.
It wasn’t Wang Guifan. After all, we’re missing a young woman who’s following Wang Guifan.
Just 20 years old, with a clean face and a little shame, a simple white t-t, jeans, a pair of straight white legs…
At one glance, I feel like my heart beats have stopped, and I’m surrounded by workers and small, and my breath is heavy.
“Sister-in-law, where did you get such a beautiful sister? You’re not looking for a cripple? “The workers with the triangulation moles on their faces were playing the funny way.
The others laughed.
This is the case on the site, where a bunch of old men open their mouths, especially when they see a woman, they don’t think about being proportionate, offensive and just trying to enjoy themselves.
“Fuck you, Blacky! This is our new little girl from the club. I’ll take her around. I’m sorry.
Wang Guifan is used to the men on the site, and Black San doesn’t care about her scolding, staring straight at the young woman: “How much is it going to come out of your nightclubs with such wonderful girls?” I’m sorry.
It’s not just him, but when he heard that this woman worked at Wang Guiffin’s nightclub, all the men’s eyes were much less hidden.
This is due to a delicate mind that women who work in that place, and normal women, can be seen differently.
Somehow, when I heard her identity, my heart felt like I had been punched.
And I saw clearly the young woman who had been silent, bowed down, as though he were humbled and afraid.
Wang Guifan didn’t say much, yelling about something with Chen cripple, dragged him into the dormitory and let the young woman play with us in her place.
She sat down and four people at the next table stopped playing cards and started deliberately poking this woman.
“What’s your sister’s name?”
“How old is this year?”
“Does this work make money? I’m sorry.
Women keep their heads down, their faces red, and they don’t say a word. I’m sorry.
“Can a mute be a lady?” I’m sorry.
“Do you say that the mute can call the bed? I’m sorry.
The workers sing together, even though they know that women in nightclubs are unaffordable and want to take advantage of their language.
When I looked at the woman’s head down, I felt a little gruesome and yelled at him, “Be clean of your mother’s mouth!” I’m sorry.
“It’s none of your business. You’ve got food to feed? I’m sorry.
“You’re yours and you’re protecting it. You’re gonna lick it for us? I’m sorry.
I’ve been so upset by the black people, I’ve been standing up with Fatso, and I understand that I’ve got a bad mouth, a real fight, and I’ve got two little ones, and I’m gonna fuck them all down.
Indeed, when they didn’t do it, I thought it was over, the voices of men and women were suddenly coming out of the dormitory.
It was Chen and Wang Guifan, who were probably too long away from being able to hold on and build people in the dormitories in broad daylight.
Wang Guifan’s voice is like a pig.
She used to sneak around like this when she came to see Chen, and sometimes we work together on purpose and give Chen time off.
But I didn’t think she’d come with someone else today.
Now everyone’s completely out of their minds.
I saw that woman sits up like she’s been through this for the first time, and I asked her, “Why don’t you go back? I’ll tell Aunt Guiffin when she gets out. I’m sorry.
Women hesitated to stand up.
“What do you think you’re doing, Chen? We don’t know who’s gonna survive five minutes. There’s a lot of work, and if you don’t, there’s bad people. I’m sorry.
Blacky suddenly came and put some notes on my desk: “It was my brother’s fault, and it was offensive to speak, so I gave you a hundred dollars to buy fruit and two packs of cigarettes, and I apologized to my sister with you.” I’m sorry.
I’m not happy with it: “Buy yourself!” I’m sorry.
“Big brother, I’m really wrong. I’m sorry. Can you give me some respect? “The blackness is particularly low.
And the others came up with it: “It is not easy for the grandson to pay, so go.” I’m sorry.
“It’s all a job. Don’t make a scene. I’m sorry.
I was thinking, it’s really a site. There’s no need to be ugly.
The woman who never spoke was persuaded to sit down and I took the money and went out.
Because the bikes and motorbikes on the site were taken away by the guys who were massaged. I had to walk.
The nearest fruit shop and the commissary took 20 minutes to walk back and forth, and I would never have thought that this woman had lost her life because of her brief absence.
12
Previous (low):
As I was carrying fruit and smoke back to the site, I was thinking, 20 minutes later, the woman wouldn’t go back with Wang Guifan.
But I didn’t realize that when I came to the door of the dormitory, there was no one at the table but one card scattered over.
And in the staff dormitories, helpless cries and screams.
It’s a strange voice, but it makes me wonder who it is.
Dropping fruit and cigarettes, I ran to the dormitory.
But the iron door in the dorm was stung from inside!
Shit! Son of a bitch! Open the door!
And We slammed the iron door, but none responded to me, except the crying, which made me smell mad, and the screaming of a group of men.
I didn’t know what emotion had led me to find an ax in the site, and then one ax and then one anx to the iron door.
When I finally opened the door and washed it in, I saw the young woman’s torn-up shirt on the ground, and she was sobbing there naked, and the red blood came down from between her legs and dyed her dirty sheets.
And they smiled at me with their skins bare, and my hair was small, and they looked away from me.
I took the axe in my hand and cut off their impulses.
At that point, Chen and Wang Guifan, who had never appeared since I hit the door, suddenly appeared behind me.
“What does a woman who works in a nightclub have to do with you?” I’m sorry.
Wang Guifan was there to blow up people: “Get out of here! A couple of animals, tearing up people’s clothes! Come on, sister, let’s get dressed first. Don’t worry, I’ll ask you for justice. I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
I’m not stupid. It’s only now that I know that Chen and Wang Guifan didn’t stop from the beginning. But I don’t understand why Wang Guifan did this.
When I got out of the dorm, I grew up telling me that Black San and some of them had put together $5,000 for Wang Guifan.
He asked for 10,000 to say that the girl was their new-born, sexualistic, unwilling to show up, and that the owner of our site had a crush on her, that he would take it with him, that he would guide her.
Wang Guifan says they’re not gonna make it.
I was staring at the young ones in their clothes with rage: “Did you ask her yourself if she had not?” You’re committing a crime! I’m sorry.
“You’re not really into this woman, are you? I’m sorry.
I couldn’t describe my mood at the time, just as I was going to go on with my little theory, there was suddenly a scream in the dormitory.
Dead!
After coming out to smoke around me, they’re panicking and rushing into my dorm.
The young woman found a dagger somewhere and stabbed herself in the heart.
Wang Guifan was already scared to fall on the floor.
The eyes of the young woman are upon everyone, and it is a chilling shock: “You will go to hell!” I’m sorry.
And then she pulled out the knife in the chest.
I don’t know.
When things got so big, Wang Guifan was afraid to go back, Chen was helpless and called the site owner.
Black San and they’re staring at me and won’t let me go.
Soon, the owner of the site, who was drunk, came with a few men, and he immediately buried the body under the site, and he personally broke Chen’s leg.
After that, all the people involved, including me, were driven out of the site by the boss, and they said a mean word before they left, “Who knows if this is going to leak, it’s going to affect my site, I don’t want a leg! I’m sorry.
13
I haven’t worked since I got back from work.
Seven years have passed, and I am standing at Chen’s crippled house, looking at a hall like a temple, with my back wet by cold sweat.
Who the hell is this widow?
Is that her?
She’s back?
And once again, we looked to the papermen, and they endured fear, and dragged one, torn the paper from the outside, and torn the straw from it.
Gollum…
A man’s head covered in lime fell from the middle of the straw and fell on my foot.
It’s her!
“She’s coming for revenge! I’m sorry.
I ran out of the hall and ran outside the house.
Just before I got to the door, the widow’s car suddenly sounded a flute, and the sound of a stinger scared me.
I turned my head and saw the widow sitting alone in the driver’s seat, and his face was still beautiful, but he was tired: “Come in and sit down.” I’m sorry.
Her words, like magic, made me unable to refuse.
I sat in the co-pilot’s seat and carefully looked at her face.
We said, “You are not her!” I’m sorry.
She didn’t answer me, but she started the car and drove me outside the village.
I didn’t know where she was taking me, but I recognized it as the way to the county.
The long-term, unrepaired graveyards, even in her limousine, were somewhat bumpy.
A few minutes later, it was seen sitting in the back of the village chief’s old motorbike, right in front of us.
“Beep!”
The widow pressed the siren and parked the car on the road.
Turn your head, see us, shoot the village chief and tell him to stop the motorcycle.
Get out of the car, laugh at us, run over.
The widow suddenly stepped on the gas and ran over him in my surprise and little panic.
Bang!
I saw a little body fly out.
The mayor of the village who just stopped his motorbike to come by. The widow drove me from where I was and quickly ran away from him.
The limo ran over again from a small body.
“Who are you?”
I’ve got some hysteria on the co-pilot.
Widow, no, she’s definitely not a widow. She’s a murderer.
But the look on her face was as if nothing had ever happened to her: “Don’t you remember me, seven years ago we met, I’m Wang Xue’s sister, Wang Jing. I’m sorry.
Wang Xue, Wang Jing!
I remember, when I was thrown out of the building, they didn’t go back to their homes with Chen. Instead, I snuck in on the girl.
Her name is Wang Xue. She just graduated from high school. She’s a waitress in a nightclub.
She has a heart attack sister…
“Aren’t you dead? I’m sorry.
I watched her with fear, and I remember very well that, shortly after Wang Xue’s accident, Wang Jing died of being taken back to the welfare home for lack of money.
And I went to the welfare home once because of my own guilt and guilt, when the dean told me she had six months at most.
I told her I was a friend of Wang Shek and added her qq.
She kept asking me where Wang Xue is, I didn’t say.
Until a year later, when I couldn’t stand the pain of my heart, I saw the gray qq in the town’s cybercafe, and I buried a year’s secret, wrote it in a dialogue box and sent it out.
I never heard back from that qq.
“You’re not dead? “I’m like a fool and I’m asking some bullshit.
She did not reply to me, but said, “The Chen cripple is dead. I’m sorry.
It’s impossible. Chen’s just got a foot, though it’s a little heavy…
She seemed to see my doubts: “You have a good little kick and you need to have an operation, and I, I refuse to pay for it, and Chen’s cripple is dead.” I’m sorry.
I can’t help but wonder if this horrible, heartless woman really was the little girl in bed?
And her next sentence made me fall like an ice hole: “So were you not part of that seven years ago? I’m sorry.
“What do you mean?” I sat up straight.
Wang Qing suddenly drew a cigarette from the cigarette box next to the driver’s seat and ordered it: “Do you know why I am not dead?”
“A soon after you left the institution, your site owner found me, first to be watched, and then, uh, probably found me a little bit like my sister, and paid me to change my heart, raise me and make me a third child.
“How long before I kill him, ask him, bury my sister’s site, go out and buy fruit and cigarettes? I’m sorry.
“He told us that there were small shops in the site, with fruits and cigarettes, and that Chen had given him the cripple’s idea, and that he had opened it himself, and that he would give it to Chen. I’m sorry.
I breathed so fast.
Impossible! That’s not what I remember!
I tried to remember, trying to deny, that suddenly, in my mind, the image of Wang Snow being thrown into my bed and struggling to ask for forgiveness.
The next moment, Wang Qi Qi Qi Zi Zi Zi Zi.
I can’t open my eyes.
A big truck hit us.
As if I had seen Wang Snow, she was sitting in a truck with a dagger in her hand, and said, “You will go to hell.” I’m sorry.
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I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
