Ma Lin walked into Mr. Qian's house, which taught a private school in the village, and the door of Mr. Qian's house was closed, Ma Lin did not call the door, he pushed it twice before pushing Mr. Qian's door open.

Mr. Qian is the only learned person in the village, and all the big and small things in the village, all those who need to write documents and contracts are invited to Mr. Qian. When he was a child, Ma Lin studied in a private school at Mr. Qian's house for three years. When Ma Lin and Qiu Ju had a round house, it was a contract written by Mr. Qian.

Mr. Qian's house seemed to be very chaotic, and Mr. Qian and the woman were working together to put their heads in the kang cabinet and turn things out, and the kang was full of clothes for spring, summer, autumn and winter. The two of them tore apart and still pulled things out of the kang cabinet. Marin didn't know what Mr. Qian was going to do.

Ma Lin coughed, Mr. Qian found Ma Lin standing in the middle of the house, Mr. Qian was stunned for a long time, and after he understood, he closed the cabinet door with his body in a panic, and said incoherently: "Big nephew, when did you come back?"

Marin pulled out a box of paper cigarettes. First handed one to Mr. Qian, Mr. Qian waved his hand, Ma Lin didn't let it again, he lit one and sucked it, he raised his butt and sat on the edge of the kang in Mr. Qian's house.

Ma Lin said: Mr. Qian, you also know about Qiu Ju.

Mr. Qian turned white, first nodded, and then shook his head, looking like he didn't know what to do.

Marin ignored this, and continued: I have something to ask you for today, that is, please help me write a letter of resignation.

Mr. Qian didn't calm down until this time, Ma Lin didn't know why Mr. Qian was so flustered, he came to ask Mr. Qian to write a letter of resignation, and it had nothing to do with Mr. Qian whether he was flustered or not.

After Mr. Qian calmed down, he said: "Big nephew, wow, are you Xiu Qiuju?"

Marin nodded.

Rest, it's time to rest, if you take a break, Qiu Ju will be gone. Mr. Qian said again.

Marin smiled lightly.

Mr. Qian said to the woman who was still stunned: Why don't you get me a pen and paper quickly.

The woman answered, and in a panic, she found a pen and paper.

Mr. Qian spread out the pen and paper on the very messy kang, and Mr. Qian was very familiar with writing this kind of object, and soon wrote a letter of resignation for Marin, and made two copies. Ma Lin folded the book of resignation, took out two silver dollars from his bosom and threw them on the kang of Mr. Qian's house.

Mr. Qian said: "Big nephew, wow, this is dry."

After saying that, he still stuffed the money into a broken bag, and Marin said thank you and walked out the door.

Mr. Qian chased after him again, lowered his voice and said: "Big nephew, wow, have you read that post on the poplar tree?"

Ma Lin didn't understand why Mr. Qian asked this, so he smiled lightly, stepped on the snow, and walked "squeak" with the letter of resignation.

The noon of the twenty-second day of the lunar month was still very cold, and Marin had goosebumps all over his body.

When Marin walked back to his courtyard, he saw Yangmei building a snowman on the snow in front of the main house. The snowman was already on the scale, with a large body and a very small head, like a monster. When the bayberry builds a snowman, her face is bright and innocent. Yangmei saw Marin walking back and said: The snow here is really heavy.

Marin said: Mr. Qian wrote Hugh well.

After speaking, Ma Lin stretched out his hand to take out the book of resignation, and Yang Mei said: I don't read it, it's your business to take a break from Qiu Ju, I don't care.

Marin stopped his hand, he picked up his head once, and saw that the sky was gray, and the sun was like a cold ball of light, shining in the distant sky, not brilliant at all, nor dazzling, so the whole world seemed gray, like Marin's mood at this time.

Ma Zhanshan sat at the mouth of the cellar, where he had been sitting for some hour. The Ma family's savings got rid of this courtyard, as well as those lands, and the rest were stored in this cellar. The cellar was stocked with some cabbage, some potatoes, and more importantly, two jars of silver dollars. That is Ma Zhanshan's savings for most of his life, and it is also Ma Zhanshan's life.

The two jars of silver dollars had already been buried in the soil of the cellar by Ma Zhanshan, and he was not at ease, and the soil was full of rotten cabbage and potatoes. But Ma Zhanshan likes to smell this musty smell, he can't smell this rotten smell for a day, his heart is not steady, and he can't sleep. He had to climb up and down the deep cellar several times a day, and in order to hide his ears and eyes, he never climbed up and down empty-handed, either holding two potatoes or a rotten cabbage in his hand. During the day, when he had nothing to do, he had to go to the cellar for a long time to keep watch, and he stayed there to feel safe and secure.

Lu Da was coming, and he was most at ease in his vegetable cellar, where he had been keeping watch for some time since he saw the post on his door in the morning. The mouth of the cellar is not big, and two bundles of grain and grass are piled up, and there is a stone pressed on the grain grass, Ma Zhanshan is still not at ease, he moved another stone in the open space in front of the door, and pressed it on the cellar mouth with himself and the stone, and when he did this, Ma Zhanshan gasped desperately, and his trachea seemed to be a broken bellows.

Ma Lin looked at his father Ma Zhanshan, Ma Zhanshan didn't look at him, raised his head and squinted, thinking hard about something in the dim sky. Marin swallowed his saliva, and then withdrew his gaze to look at the bayberry who was still concentrating on building a snowman, although the bayberry who was more than five months pregnant was wearing a fat cotton robe, her waist was still clearly exposed. His heart warmed up and wanted to say something to Yangmei, but he opened his mouth and didn't say anything, turned his head and walked to the next room.

Qiu Ju sat on the kang with her back to the door, and the fine grass fell asleep. A patch of light came through the window paper, half shining on the sleeping face of the fine grass, and half shining on the kang mat. Marin walked in, Qiu Ju didn't even look back, she was looking at the sleeping grass wholeheartedly.

Ma Lin stood behind Qiu Ju, stood for a while, stood for a while, and then stretched out his hand and took out the two letters of resignation in his arms, put one on the kang, and the other in his arms.

Marin said, "You can take this one."

Qiu Ju didn't move, and seemed to let out a long breath.

Ma Lin wanted to leave, but he didn't go, he sat sideways on the edge of the kang, he looked at Qiu Ju's back and said: You have been in the door of Ma's house for so many years.

Ma Lin saw Qiu Ju's shoulders shrugging and moving, and he knew that she was crying, but there was no sound.

Marin said again: It is not easy for you.

Qiu Ju's shoulders were shaking, and her whole body was shaking, like leaves in the wind.

Ma Lin said: You have no way out, just arrived at the Ma family, you have no relatives outside the customs, I divorced you, you have nowhere to go, I have thought about it, you will still live here in the future, you can live as long as you want.

Qiu Ju's body stopped shaking, and she said withholdingly: No.

Marin looked at Qiu Ju's back in astonishment.

Qiu Ju said: No, I'll go, tomorrow night at the earliest, the day after tomorrow at the latest.

Marin took out another cigarette and lit it, taking a deep and heavy puff.

Marin said: I know I can't blame you for this, only blame me for not killing Lu Da.

After a pause, he said: You should understand that although it is not your fault, I, Marin, can no longer have a woman who has slept with a beard.

Marin said this, and looked at the fine grass sleeping on the kang again.

Qiu Ju finally choked up and said: I don't blame anyone, blame me for not dying at that time. If I die, my soul will also be the ghost of your Ma family.

Marlin's hand trembled as he took a cigarette, and then took another hard puff.

Ma Lin said: Tell you Qiu Ju, don't go anywhere, I, Ma Lin is a man, and if I eat in the future, you will eat.

Qiu Ju was no longer choked, and said in a clear voice: Ma Lin I didn't mean that, I want to see you kill Lu Da with your own hands.

Ma Lin subconsciously touched the gun on his waist again, and a sneer flashed at the corner of his mouth, as if Lu Da was in front of him at this time, and his muzzle was aimed at Lu Da's head.

Qiu Ju also said: I will go, go far, I want to forget everything that happened.

Qiu Ju turned around after speaking. Marin saw Qiu Ju's face full of tears.

Qiu Ju said again: Ma Lin, beg you, you must kill Lu Da this time.

In Qiu Ju's gaze as if asking for help, Marin nodded.

Qiu Ju said: Ma Lin, you can't do it alone, you can't say anything alone, Lu Da is not a dozen people a few years ago, he has dozens of people under him.

Marin said: A dozen or dozens are actually the same.

After Marin finished speaking, he took out two quick guns from his waist and played with them in his hands very confidently.

Qiu Ju said: No, you can't do it alone, Lu Da is not Lu Da a few years ago, in order to take revenge, he has practiced guns in the cave of the tiger's mouth every day these years, and he can kill ten incense heads in one breath.

Marin raised his head and looked at Qiu Ju seriously. Qiu Ju was also looking at him. He seemed to see the shadow of the young Qiu Ju in her eyes again, and his eyes moistened all of a sudden. Qiu Ju avoided Ma Lin's gaze, looked at the top of his head and said: Just like back then, you have to call Geng Laoba, Fox Yu, and Liu Erpao, they have a grudge against Lu Da, let them come together to help you.

Two tears flowed down Marin's cheeks, he didn't know what was wrong with him, he couldn't and shouldn't cry in front of a woman like Qiu Ju. He hated to slap himself twice.

Qiu Ju said: Lu Daxin is ruthless, you must be careful when the time comes.

Marin nodded. His hand holding the gun trembled a little, and at this time he felt that the noon of the twenty-third day of the lunar month was a little too late, too long, and made him wait anxiously.

He stood up, he thought that he had been with Qiu Ju for too long, he should leave. But his legs couldn't step out.

He finally said, "Can't you go if you don't go?"

Qiu Ju shook her head.

Marin said again: If you really want to leave, I won't stop you, I will bring you enough for your life's expenses.

She said, "No!"

Then, both of them fell silent, both thinking about their own thoughts.

I don't know how long later, she said, "How is she?"

He was stunned for a moment, and did not react for a moment. After reacting, he said: People in the city are delicate.

She was silent, lowered her head and thought about it again, and said: I'll make you a dog skin mattress tonight, it's not as cold as in the city.

He didn't nod or shake his head, he looked at her.

She lowered her head and said, "She's got a body, how many months?"

He replied: It's been almost six months.

She said: Don't let her move around, for fear of hurting the fetus.

After saying that, she let out a long sigh.

He said, "Then I'll go, when will I go, tell me."

After saying that, he really turned around.

Then she shouted: Hey—

He froze, and turned to look at her, as she had called him before. He looked at her. She picked up the book of resignation he had left on the kang and looked at it carefully, he knew she didn't know the words, but she read it anyway, and every time she looked at it very seriously.

After a while, she said, "I'll make a little paste and stick it on the old poplar tree."

He said: No, no, Mr. Qian will spread the word.

She sighed, lifted the letter of resignation heavily, and said leisurely: It's better to post it, so that everyone in the backer knows that from now on, I Qiuju is no longer a member of the Ma family.

Marin left the lower room as if he had fled, and when he closed the door, Qiu Ju's cries poured out of the crack in the door. Marin stood there for a moment with his back against the door.

He heard the fine grass say: Mother, mother, what's wrong with you, what's wrong?

Marin's heart ached a little, and it hurt again.