"I haven't seen him for ten days, my man seems to be ten years old, and he has lost a lot of pounds, he asked me to go, divorce him, find a way to raise the child, he is already better than dead, let me forget him as a person, he is a sin when he lives......"

Song Xiao'e cried again when she said this.

At that time, she thought that it was really done by a man, and she was so angry that she couldn't wait to give a man a few big-eared melon seeds, how could people kill people?

Or such a young child, how can he do it?

And Liu Yuyuan shouted at her to get out, tell her to get out, and leave that house.

Song Xiao'e, who was angry and anxious at the time, refused to agree, but scolded the man for being so ruthless, but she cried while scolding and scolding, and refused to believe that her man would kill someone.

He is so honest, timid and kind, even if he knew that other people's children had torn off the branches of the jujube tree, he still picked so many dates and sent them to other people's homes to apologize, and said that it was a village, and they were all related to each other.

He has such a good heart, how can he kill?

From that day on, Song Xiao'e went to see her man every once in a while whenever she had the opportunity, and after seeing him, no matter how Liu Yuyuan scolded her, asked her to remarry, and let her go, she just cried, but she refused.

After a long time, the people in the village scolded her for being the murderer's wife, and her own children would be bullied every day, saying that they were the children of murderers, and they were vicious.

She buried all these in her heart, and still insisted on seeing her man, until the day the case was judged, when the two had the opportunity to meet alone, his man cried bitterly, and then told her.

He was so wronged, he really didn't kill anyone, he didn't kill anyone, but he couldn't get through it, he felt that sometimes death might be a relief, and people can die and sometimes they are happier than living.

Song Xiao'e scolded, it's comfortable for a man to die, but what about a living person?

They will live in the shadows for the rest of their lives, their children, their parents, their children and grandchildren, they will be pointed at and said to be the offspring of murderers.

I can't wash away this charge in a lifetime.

It's still a stain until everyone is dead.

Both of them cried, hugged their heads and cried, especially his man, who shouted wronged at this time, and only then told Song Xiao'e that he was unwilling, he was really not the one he killed, he was really unwilling.

But what can he do, everyone says he killed him?

Moreover, they are uneducated, and they don't know who to find to save them, and the case has been decided, and he is only dead.

"God will open his eyes, someone will know that you have been wronged, I will find someone to write you a pleading, we are in a lawsuit, we can't be wronged......"

Song Xiao'e hugged the man and cried and made a promise.

However, how difficult is this for two low-level farmers who have not even graduated from primary school, and they don't even know how to go through the most basic legal process?

They can't even write a pleading.

They also don't know what the key thing is, they don't know who to look for, they don't know anything.

Song Xiao'e just firmly believed that her man didn't kill anyone.

Then she went to find someone to write an adverbial, but she was not willing to write, she begged those cultural people over and over again, begged those who could write, begged them to write materials for themselves, and then sent them everywhere.

She didn't know how many people had sent those materials, whether they were sent correctly, or whether they were useful.

She just firmly believes that her man didn't kill anyone.

Later, when she met someone burning paper at the crossroads in the middle of July, she heard that there were people who had died unjustly, and they had been wandering in the world and refused to be reincarnated, and such ghosts would dream.

She was really desperate, she felt that although no one believed that her man did not kill anyone, the two children who died must know who they were killed by, and they were definitely not killed by their own man.

They will also be unwilling, and they are also looking for what really killed them back then, so they will give her dreams or give them to others.

When people are cornered, and when people have no choice, even if it is just a straw, or something that is not even a straw, they will find a way to grasp it, which is a metaphor for the current Song Xiao'e.

She burns paper money at the crossroads every month every year, and burns it wherever she goes, whether it is the village in her hometown, the reservoir or the cornfield, and the Jiangcheng where she now works.

She was always burning paper money, praying that she would dream at night about how her two children died.

And she has been throwing pleadings everywhere, and I don't know if it moved God, or was known by those well-wishers, although his man killed someone, he was not executed, but he was sentenced all the time, and he still had a life.

This still fills their hearts with hope.

As long as people live and persevere, they will always see the light again and will always be given justice.

"Help her up and serve her a cup of tea!"

Zhang Fan looked at this ordinary peasant woman, who had been trembling and kneeling on the ground, like he was telling about the events of more than 20 years ago, he could feel how difficult it was in the past few decades.

Any kind of despair can overwhelm countless people, but this peasant woman and her husband are not overpowered, they are still persevering, and they are simply bright and will return.

People are fragile, and a single sentence can sometimes cost a life.

People are very strong, and they can persist for twenty or thirty years for something that seems hopeless.

Although this peasant woman is old, ignorant and uneducated, she deserves respect.

Zhang Fan instructed Yin Rourou to give her a stool to sit on, helped her up, and brought her a cup of tea, which made Song Xiao'e grateful to Zhang Fan, and only felt that she was really dreaming.

This time I dreamed of the Bodhisattva, and the Bodhisattva couldn't even see it, and his man's grievances finally had someone who believed that he was willing to listen.

"What you said, I already know, I am a pawnshop in heaven and earth, you want your man to be wronged, I can satisfy you, but you also have to pay the price, because all the gains are also giving, because in my place, everything has a price......"

Zhang Fan said the law of heaven and earth pawnshop.

All things in heaven and earth can be traded, but yours take out what he can trade with his eyes.

Because in this world, there is no free lunch, and what is given to you will take away your other things in another form.

"Bodhisattva of great compassion, I understand, I understand, even the Bodhisattva also wants incense money, everything on my body, my man's, my children's, everything in my family, as long as you need it, you can take it, I just want my man to come back innocently, Bodhisattva of great compassion, I thank you......"

Song Xiao'e was originally sitting on a stool, but at this time, she suddenly knelt down again reverently, like Zhang Fan making a wish.