No one really thought that Ye Jian was wrong. Like what Sun Dongqing said, just now, if there were children in the family, they would have acted the same.
At noon, the sun was so scorching hot, so hot that the cicadas on the tree were like wilted branches and leaves. Occasionally they cried a few times and then lost their voice. Sun Dongqing, who was sitting paralyzed by the wall of her courtyard, was panting. She had escaped from death. She didn’t know when Ye Jian left, but she was breathing heavily.
Sun Dongqing, whose face was still pale after being exposed to the sun for at least ten minutes, stood up with her legs trembling. She fell down before she could stand upright and sat down on the spot where she had spilled her yellow soup. She couldn’t bother anymore; she was anxious. Now she only wished to go back to her house and lock the door.
Scared, she was frightened, really scared!
Ye Jian wanted to kill her; she could have really killed her just now!
If it weren’t, if it weren’t for Chen Dongfeng stopping Ye Jian, how could she still be able to climb up and lie on the ground now!
Sun Dongqing, who was crying in fear, really crawled back to her home in the end. She really didn’t have the strength to stand up, even if it was only a few steps; her knees were so weak that she couldn’t help it.
Ye Jian was already sitting at the village chief’s house, having a rich meal, and chatting with the chief. They didn’t mention Old Uncle Gen. They only said she didn’t return to the village because the school had arranged her for military training.
After the meal, she talked and laughed with the two old folks in the village as they walked towards their home.
When they passed by the fruit-bearing peach forest, they saw villagers sitting outside their houses…Uncle Chen was experienced; he hurriedly returned after eating. Otherwise, the villagers who came to the house would be locked outside.
Although it was afternoon, Ye Jian’s home was indeed cool. The elderly sat in the house, the youngsters sat by the door or directly under the eaves of the outer roof, waving their thin fan in their hands and chatted.
The villagers in Shui Kou Village already knew about the death of Old Uncle Gen, and they also knew that Old Uncle Gen was buried in the Martyrs’ Cemetery. The elderly wiped their tears. They sighed during conversations, but they did not forget to comfort Ye Jian.
The village Chief, Zhang Defu, was the most representative speaker in the village. Looking at the only military academy student of the town, as the village Chief, he also worried that the Old Uncle’s departure would affect her studies. Besides, the Old Uncle had once said, if he was not around anymore, he wanted the villagers to look after Ye Jian.
After several elderly finished chatting, he spoke to Ye Jian: “This man ah… Old age and death is inevitable; no one can control it. Old Uncle has passed away, but good people will be rewarded. Ye, girl, don’t be too sad. Old Uncle doesn’t want to see you crying all day long.”
“The village Chief is right. Ye girl, you are a student of the military academy, and you will be a soldier. It is often said on TV that a soldier shed blood, not tears. You mustn’t simply shed your tears.”
Then, they talked about Ye Jian being admitted to the military academy, Old Uncle Gen’s last wish, and Old Uncle Gen leaving this world peacefully. They also told Ye Jian to take good care of herself outside and that she could call the village if she needed anything and others.
Ye Jian promised one by one. She was polite and respectful, making the villagers, who listened to her, liked her even more.
Look, look at Ye girl!
She is so much better than Ye Ying. That girl is always impatient. You ask her one thing, and she’ll be annoyed. She always likes to say, “my dad is what,” “my dad says that.” Her favorite sentence is, “You all don’t understand…”. It’s always the same old thing, isn’t she tired?
Another person is Sun Dongqing. She looks down on the villagers and loves to show off in front them. Now the entire Shui Kou Village has an unusually bad impression of Ye Ying.
Ye Ying was totally incomparable to Ye Jian!
