Lin Qiao’s heart rose to her throat, for fear that Liu Bolu would reveal what she had done, and then she would not be able to explain it even if she opened her mouth a hundred times.
Unexpectedly, he changed the subject and said with a smile: “Thanks to this little girl for sending me back, otherwise, my old bones might not be able to get home at this time.”
He added, waving his hand tiredly, “Hurry up and leave, or there will be no more cars.”
Although he didn’t know what the relationship between the two people was, anyway, this little girl helped him find Shugui and resolved his years of worries. He considered helping her as a way of repaying her.
Su Zhengxing didn’t expect that Lin Qiao had the ability to make Liu Bolu help her cover up her lies. He sneered, with some indescribable emotion in the ending tone. It seemed that he had really underestimated her before.
After Liu Bolu went back to the house, Su Zhengxing turned around and walked toward Lin Qiao.
Although the distance between them was less than five meters, Lin Qiao felt that the time it took for him to walk toward her was as unbearable as an 800-meter long-distance race. She stood there without daring to breathe, waiting for his judgment.
Su Zhengxing paused for a moment when he passed by her, but he didn’t say anything in the end.
Lin Qiao glanced at his back embarrassedly and followed him consciously.
Liu Bolu’s home was not too far from the village station, about a ten minute’s walk. Today’s weather was bad, and it got dark very early. It was less than 4:30, but the countryside was already shrouded in gray.
Lin Qiao followed Su Zhengxing and kept seeing people riding bicycles down the cement road at the village entrance. When she passed by the door of that house, she realized that they were holding a funeral.
The front door of that house was wide open, and a coffin was placed in the middle of the main hall. There were incense sticks and paper money on the incense table, and the door was full of white wreaths.
A woman knelt beside the coffin and cried, and a child played ignorantly in front of the door. The funeral procession played suona, crying blood. These scenes were integrated into this remote village, with some Chinese horror and weirdness.
Lin Qiao had never seen such a scene before. She couldn’t help feeling a little frightened. She followed Su Zhengxing’s steps more closely.
Su Zhengxing saw this scene, but did not react at all. He seemed to sense her fear and deliberately walked faster.
Lin Qiao almost had to jog to keep up with him.
“…His mother has been paralyzed in bed for several days, without food or drink. I heard that she didn’t even close her eyes when she died…”
A middle-aged man spoke in a dialect with his companions. When they passed by, his cloudy eyes happened to meet Lin Qiao’s line of sight.
She didn’t know how to describe that look. It was probing, doubtful, scrutinizing, and invading, which made people very uncomfortable.
Lin Qiao quickly looked away, her hand unconsciously grabbing the back of Su Zhengxing’s suit in front of her.
Feeling the resistance, Su Zhengxing stopped.
Seeing him turn around, the middle-aged man and his companion quickly looked away and continued to walk toward the village, as if nothing had happened.
Su Zhengxing’s eyes fell on Lin Qiao’s hand that was pinching the corner of his clothes. The girl’s hand was slender and long, her nails were neatly trimmed, and her fingertips were still light pink.
Lin Qiao quickly pulled her hand back, “I’m sorry.”
She lowered her head, looking flustered, like a child who had done something wrong.
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