"Is he asleep?"

With a woman's roar, everyone at the scene turned their eyes to the woman sitting on the threshold holding the dead child, the white-haired man squatting in front of the woman, and the cute little girl beside the man.

At this moment, a milky voice sounded at the scene, beside the white-haired man, in front of the woman with a furious face.

Xiao Yueyue stretched out a small white hand and touched the cheek of the child in the woman's arms.

"Don't touch her child, she's crazy." At this moment, the middle-aged man who was originally talking to Wu Liang suddenly shouted loudly after seeing this scene.

"Stay away from her, she's a crazy woman."

"yes, she's a crazy woman."

“......”

When the little girl stretched out her hand, everyone at the scene opened their mouths and screamed, as if the woman sitting on the threshold was not a person, but a flood beast.

Xu Lang naturally noticed Xiao Yueyue's movements, but he didn't stop it, his eyes stared at the woman.

The woman's originally angry expression, after seeing Xiao Yueyue, froze at the beginning, as if she didn't see Xiao Yueyue's outstretched hand, she just looked at Xiao Yueyue's pink face stupidly.

Xiao Yueyue's hand finally touched the child's face, the tentacles were cold, obviously, the child had been dead for a while, her little finger poked the child's cheek, and then raised her head, looked at the woman with an innocent face, and said in a milky voice: "He is bleeding." ”

The woman's angry expression slowly eased, she didn't make any moves, didn't slap Xiao Yueyue's hand off, didn't scold Xiao Yueyue, just looked at this little girl.

Xiao Yueyue didn't seem to be too afraid of women, she stood up and took off the schoolbag on her body, took out a pack of tissues from it, put the schoolbag back again, squatted down, took out a tissue, and gently wiped the blood on the cheek of the child in the woman's arms.

The woman's eyes moved with Xiao Yueyue's movements, Xiao Yueyue meticulously wiped the blood on the child's cheeks, Xu Lang stared at the woman deadly, and everyone standing in the square held their breath and watched this scene happen, and the middle-aged man and Wu Liang, who were originally going to rush over, were standing not far from the woman, looking at the woman with unblinking eyes.

"Snap"

A crisp teardrop fell on the back of Xiao Yueyue's hand, who was wiping the little boy's cheeks, and the woman cried.

The blood on the little boy's cheeks has been wiped almost by Xiao Yueyue, when the tears fell on the back of Xiao Yueyue's hand, Xiao Yueyue stopped wiping, she raised her head and looked at the woman whose tears slipped down her eyes like she didn't want money, Xiao Yueyue raised her other hand, reached out in front of the woman, gently wiped the tears off the woman's cheeks, and said slowly: "Don't cry, don't cry, it's not beautiful when you're crying." ”

However, the woman's tears were like a flood that opened the floodgates, and she couldn't stop it, and Xiao Yueyue wiped more and more.

"Woo woo woo ......."

At this moment, the woman who had been silent suddenly howled and cried, holding the child in her arms and burying her head in the child's body.

Among the thirty or forty people at the scene, there were many women, their eyes were red when they saw this scene, and they stretched out their hands to cover their mouths gently, and those elderly people, after seeing this scene, sighed and shook their heads helplessly, while those young men looked at all this in front of them with gloomy faces.

Xiao Yueyue stood up, walked to the threshold and sat down, sat next to the woman, stretched out a hand and gently patted the woman's back, like a little adult, coaxing the crying heartbreaking, dead and alive woman.

In the square, a dark-skinned, slightly rickety man looked at the crying woman, his eyes were very complicated, there was resentment, sadness, and more helplessness and complexity, and among the group of people opposite this man, there were two people standing together, a middle-aged man, a seven or eight-year-old boy standing together, the man's face had already been painted, the clothes on his body were also tattered, and his nose was still bloodstained outside, and the man was also looking at the scene at the door with a complicated face at the moment, The boy standing next to the man stared at the man opposite with a stubborn face, the little boy was very thin, his skin was very dark, but his eyes were bright, and he was holding a palm-sized stone in his hand.

Xu Lang squatted in place, waited for a while, and found that the woman was just crying there, Xiao Yueyue was not in danger, he stood up, turned around and walked to Wu Liang and the middle-aged man, Xu Lang first glanced at the middle-aged man, then turned his head to look at Wu Liang, and asked, "What's the matter?" ”

Wu Liang also withdrew his eyes from the door, he looked at Xu Lang, and said with a wry smile and helplessness: "This matter may be a little complicated. ”

Xu Lang frowned, looked at Wu Liang and said, "Let's talk about things directly." ”

Wu Liang knew what kind of temperament Xu Lang was, he glanced at the middle-aged man standing beside him and said, "This is the village chief of Sanli Village, Xie Yongcai." ”

Xu Lang shifted his gaze slightly, glanced at Xie Yongcai and didn't speak, he continued to look at Wu Liang.

Wu Liang looked around, grabbed Xu Lang's arm through the crowd, walked to the side, and said softly: "The woman sitting on the threshold holding the child is called Liu Xiaocui, who is Zhou Yongli's daughter-in-law, and the child in her arms is their son, who is only three years old this year. ”

Xu Lang turned his head and glanced at the woman who was still crying, raised his eyebrows, and said, "The child is dead, it looks like he should have fallen to his death." ”

Hearing Xu Lang say this, Wu Liang didn't show a surprised expression, obviously he had learned the truth from Xie Yongcai just now, he looked at the woman on the threshold, sighed and said, "The child was killed by her own hands." ”

Xu Lang was stunned for a moment, and then a deep anger appeared in his dark and bright eyes, he turned his head to look at Wu Liang and asked, "Why?" ”

A helpless wry smile appeared on Wu Liang's face, shook his head, and said: "It seems that it is because Zhou Yongli suspects that the child is not his own, because of this incident, Zhou Yongli came back this time and quarreled with Liu Xiaocui several times, today at noon they went to Wu Gai's house for dinner, maybe they drank too much, or it may be because the people in the village said something that should not be said, and the scene started fighting, and Liu Xiaocui fell the child to death in order to prove that the child was Zhou Yongli's." ”

After listening to Wu Liang's words, Xu Lang knew what was going on, the expression on his face was very complicated, but the anger in his eyes had not subsided, for this kind of suspicion that his child was not his own, Xu Lang had seen too much, in big cities, now medicine is very developed, as long as you take the child to do a DNA test, you can know the result, but this is not a city, but a mountain village, the people in the mountain village are not highly educated, and their thoughts are more traditional and feudal. In addition, Zhou Yongli works outside all the year round and does not go home, leaving his wife alone at home, in addition to farming, people in the village usually watch TV, sit together and chat, gossip is naturally inevitable, and Xu Lang just saw the woman, although the woman's body is a little fat, and the skin is not as smooth as the woman in the city because of perennial farming, but the woman is still very good-looking, at least in the countryside, it is a rare beauty, such a woman stays in the countryside, naturally there are men who are concerned, there are men who are worried, and naturally there are women who are jealous, and jealousy and gossip will naturally follow.

Xu Lang was silent for a while and asked, "Zhou Yongli suspects whose child it is?" ”

Wu Liang hesitated, glanced at the crowd with an unnatural expression, and then retracted his gaze and said, "Wu Gai's." ”

"Woogay? That sixty-something, dead Woogay? Xu Lang's brows furrowed and he looked at Wu Liang.

Wu Liang smiled bitterly, but still nodded.