"How could this happen!"

"I have to ask you," said Li Daxian, "What did you do to make God disagree with you to transfer cause and effect? ​​Think about it carefully, this is not a joke!"

Cha's mother couldn't even say a word. After a while, she seemed to have recovered some strength and said stutteringly: "There is no other way?"

Li Daxian said: "However, there is."

Cha's mother was immediately excited. She was a middle-aged man, and she had a lot of thoughts over the years and was narrow-minded. The wrinkles around her eyes were deeper and deeper, and her nasolabial folds looked mean.

Li Daxian lowered his voice.

"Hold this and do the Dharma for three days... write down your sins, burn it on the grave of the man's ancestors, and pour three more glasses of wine..."

Cha's mother nodded repeatedly and wrote down all of them.

The more she thought about it, the more she felt right. The red line was said to have just broken yesterday. Once it broke, the boy who had no mother next door suddenly appeared. Maybe she could really point to this guest in the future and mess up her original plan.

It must be suppressed.

I heard that the man's surname was Kan, and Cha's mother also asked her relatives. Unexpectedly, when the relative on the other end heard it, his voice changed instantly, "Subject Kan? Which Kan?"

Cha’s mother had no education and guessed, “The machete chopping?”

It sounds like a mixed-rat.

"What machete!" relatives wanted to jump, "It's the Kan family! You can't afford to offend their family, and any one you take out is the ancestors - you didn't mess with them, right?"

"..." Cha's mother moved the corners of her mouth, and she was also a little scared, "It's still the matter of grades. Fang Yang shouldn't let this guy named Kan stand up for him, right?"

The relative's eyes suddenly turned black.

"Forget it," he said, "have you seen him?"

Cha's mother responded.

"If you want to see you again, call me," said the relative. "I'll go and tell him, don't make trouble."

After Cha's mother agreed, she moved a bench and sat under the tree at the entrance of the village to peel beans. While she was peeling, she felt that she was too careful. Fang Yang was good enough to let the other party come like that. She was not a daughter-in-law, could she still come every day?

But after a while, a car drove from afar.

Very familiar.

Off-road.

......

The beans in Cha's mother's hand fell into the basket.

This is really coming every day!

The man on the other end had already got out of the car, looking at the boy, and whispered something. Cha's mother saw him holding a broom in her hand and walking side by side with Fang Yang, and her heart seemed to be filled with a living rabbit, swaying constantly.

She quickly picked up the basket and ran back to call her relatives - it was amazing, something was going to happen!

Why did the red line break?

What about retribution?

While scrubbing clothes, Cha's mother kept thinking absent-mindedly.

She deserves retribution.

Will it be when will it be ready to return to her?

She suddenly shivered and heard the sound of the TV in the room louder. The broadcast was still the Confucian Princess. Xiaoyanzi, the fake princess, was exposed. If she didn't do it well, she would be dragged over and beheaded for the crime of deceiving the emperor. The real princess was nothing, and even after this, she could marry a good person.

The more I listened, the more I felt uncomfortable. I suddenly raised my voice, "Change the station!"

Cha Gong, who was watching TV, paused, thinking that she was in a bad mood again, so she had to transfer the station to the station.

When Cha Yan, who was the backer of the Cha family, rushed over from the county, it was already evening. The light next door was out and it was obviously resting. He couldn't bother him anymore, so he had to sit at Cha's house with a calm face. Cha Gong poured him tea, "Uncle."

Cha Yan nodded, and had no intention of drinking tea. He sat on the chair, hesitated for a while, but still stood up.

"I'll go make a phone call."

Cha Gong looked at him over and suddenly heard a scream and looked at Cha's mother again.

"mom?"

He said, "Mom, why are you so wrong today?"

Cha's mother was still open and staring blankly. Cha Gong was inexplicably moved to the window and looked in the direction she was gaze. Two pieces of clothes seemed to be blown by the wind and hung next to their window. The fabric was very old and the style was worn by Fang Yang's grandfather next door.

Cha Gong didn't care about it, so he was about to go out, "I'll take the clothes back and send them tomorrow."

"Don't take it!" Cha's mother's voice suddenly became shrill. Cha Gong approached her and found that her whole arms were trembling. "Don't take it..."

Her eyes were wide and she stared at her.

She knew this outfit.

When she met the old man in the morning, she didn't have any vicious thoughts. She couldn't help but show off her son to the spittoon, saying a few more words; but the old man listened for a long time and finally said, "What do you know how your son got the results!"

Although Cha’s mother was not very educated, she was not stupid. With just this sentence, she immediately felt something was wrong.

When asked again, the old man seemed to have noticed that he had missed his words and refused to say anything again. It was not until she was forced to make a fuss, and he said hard: "I think you must have been tampering with me, and you changed my grandson and your good son!"

This caused a complete trouble.

Since the relationship was established, Cha's mother made up her mind to send Cha Gong to the provincial capital university - her son's fate could not be ruined by this old man who had one foot stepped into the coffin. So she looked at the gap and poured a bowl of water on the ground. When Grandpa Fang staggered, she saw the stone beside him and pushed it.

There is no one around, and since you don’t know, it’s better to just die.

After death, that boy Fang Yang was no longer in mind.

But who knew that Old Man Fang was lucky and did not die, but was frightened and hit. Since she couldn't recognize people and didn't speak clearly, it was no different from being crazy in Cha's mother's heart, and she didn't want to do anything anymore.

Just let him quietly and take this matter to the end.

......

But these two clothes.

Shouldn’t these two clothes be scratched when they fell down?

How could she still appear in front of her window intact?

Her heart was thumping in fear, and she hurriedly locked the window tightly. Cha Gong looked at her reaction and felt more and more strange, "Mom?"

Cha's mother didn't say anything. She was fighting in the teeth, and she got into the room and never came out again.

Kan Jun stayed and didn't leave that day.

He knew in his heart that he had his own identity and was suppressing him, so the family dared not do anything to Fang Yang.

But even if I know it, I still don't feel at ease.

Don't have the courage to take this risk.

Kou Qiu is used to taking a bath before going to bed, especially in summer, and the Fang family does not have air conditioning. If you don’t wash, you will feel sticky and can’t sleep well. However, there is no bathroom in the room, and only the grandparents and grandchildren live there. There is no curtain between the land used to take a bath and other places.

Kou Qiu held the changing clothes, thought about it, but still called out to the man.

"Uncle Kan?"

Kan Jun nodded, not looking at him, "Don't wash."

The water boiled.

The water in the basin was debugged to a suitable temperature. The boy bent over and tried the water temperature with his fingertips. There was a hazy layer of water vapor in front of him, and the fragrance of soap spread.

The tiny bubbles were flying, and they cracked on Kan Jun's eyelashes.

The lights are very dim. As long as you sweep the light, you can see a white piece.

Kan Jun didn't watch it.

He was playing with a steel lighter in his hand. The lighter's flames came out and he pressed them back. He pressed the switch repeatedly, his expression faint, only his fingers trembled easily.

Bang.

Bang.

Bang.

The flames leaped out from his fingers again and again, a bright orange-red color jumping.

“…Uncle Kan.”

In the silence, the boy suddenly spoke.

Kan Jun said: "Hmm?"

"My eyes were fascinated by soap," Kou Qiu bent over and couldn't open it. He could only use one hand to fumble on the stool, "Uncle Kan, can you give me a towel?"

He closed his eyes and his hearing became clearer. The man seemed to be stunned for a moment, and then the sound of the bench being pulled open and the footsteps were approaching. The lid of the kettle was opened and a sniff sound was made, and all of them were amplified.

A hand fiddled into the water and then slowly poured it off the top of his head.

"First."

Kan Jun's voice was as serious as ever, and it was flat.
To be continued...