Luo Aiguo alleviates his guilt this way, rely to make himself feel better; how will he get through the days ahead after his mother died in such a manner?
"What about Qin Hongi?" Beisitian asked.
Mrs. Qin sighed, "That day, the eldest reported it to the police; soone from the station ca and took her away. I suppose she’s going to be sentenced."
Once soone enters the police station, their life is over; Qin Hongi might spend the rest of her life in prison.
Her downfall isn’t the worst part; her son Luo Xuqiang will be judged by others for life. The one who should feel most burdened is Luo Aiguo, whose mother was killed by his wife; he reported it to the police and sent his wife to prison, and his son will be talked about for a lifeti.
According to custom here, one must be buried before sunrise on the third day. In sumr, days are long, so by five o’clock the sky is already bright, and usually, a black umbrella is carried during the funeral.
Luo Aiguo carried the banner at the front, while Luo Anguo followed behind, scattering paper money and calling out Old Mrs. Luo’s na, asking her to accompany them.
The black umbrella could not cover the entire coffin, so they hired four people to hold up a black canopy over the coffin and walk toward the cetery.
The coffin gradually descended into the grave, and the Luo Family knelt on the ground, weeping bitterly. Luo Aiguo fainted once and was carried aside by villagers.
By nine or ten in the morning, Luo Aiguo and Luo Anguo returned to the village after being persuaded by several acquaintances.
Luo Aiguo had no desire to speak and went straight ho, followed by Luo Anguo’s family and Luo Xudong.
Just as they entered the house, Luo Xuqiang ca in right behind.
He pointed at Beisitian and cursed, "If it weren’t for you inciting discord on the phone, how would my mother accidentally kill my grandmother? Our ho beca like this all because of you!"
Luo Xuqiang, seething with anger, shouted, believing that without Beisitian’s call, his family would still be living well.
Beisitian held back the rising Luo Xudong, looked directly at Luo Xuqiang, and said, "Did your ho beco this way because of , or due to their greed and selfishness?"
Luo Xuqiang hesitated, as if sothing got stuck in his throat.
"Regardless of splitting the family, I took my parents to the Capital City. Why did you follow suit? Asking to buy you a house and find you a job, do I owe you anything?"
"The current situation is entirely due to your greed and inability to control your emotions. No matter what I said, if you had been self-disciplined, content, and not greedy for what isn’t yours, if you could control your negative emotions and not let them dominate you, things wouldn’t have turned out this way!"
Beisitian’s words left Luo Xuqiang speechless; he opened his mouth but stayed silent, guessing what was said in the call.
Surely, Beisitian intended to take just Old Mrs. Luo, unwilling to bring the eldest’s family, thus sowing seeds of conflict that spiraled out of control.
Initially, Beisitian only wanted to create internal strife, causing them to unravel themselves; she had no inclination to deal with trivial matters, never expecting Qin Hongi would lose control, utterly governed by her negative emotions, accidentally killing Old Mrs. Luo, an outco unforeseen by her.
But she didn’t think she was at fault. They naturally shouldn’t covet what wasn’t theirs, and if such conflicts lead to harm, it’s their deserved consequence.
No one thought it would end this way; Luo Aiguo no longer ntioned having Luo Xudong take them along. When the second brother encountered hardships, they chose to divide the family; now, with things improving, sticking to them again was a folly.
The desire to return to the city was so intense that it made him make choices ignoring past events, hoping to use brotherhood to convince the second brother’s family. Their brotherhood was nearly depleted back then, and reaching for it again years later won’t restore much warmth.
After the seven days of mourning, Luo Anguo and Mrs. Qin locked the door and, with Luo Xudong and Beisitian, went to the Capital City.
Director Xu was entrusted to sell their house, ensuring they wouldn’t return.
Mrs. Qin originally felt so sympathy, considering selling the house cheaply to the eldest as a final gesture, but Luo Anguo refused.
There’s truly no reason to sympathize; without Qin Hongi’s uncontrolled act, they might have united to pressure them.
If Luo Anguo’s couple brought a child, Old Mrs. Luo and Luo Aiguo brought a couple, plus Luo Xuqiang with two kids, how could Luo Xudong and Beisitian avoid being overwheld? Did they consider that?
Not only didn’t consider it but also made nurous demands, asking for a house and jobs in the Capital City as if it were expected, do they owe them anything?
No!
Since the family split, with no help during tough tis, since they’re not impoverished now needing aid, bridges remain bridges, roads remain roads, one Luo divides into two families!
Luo Xudong handled the town’s art shop these days, transferring it at a low price, with the sole condition to use the sa staff, easing Liu Chunshu and Liu Chunyu’s concerns.
On the day of departure, many villagers ca to bid farewell, familiar faces among them: Yang Wulang, Carpenter Liu’s family, and the rescued uncles and aunts, carrying food items, so for them to eat on the way, others to take ho.
This was their heartfelt gesture, knowing that Doctor Bei’s family likely wouldn’t return.
Everyone escorted them to Dayan, watching the military truck head off into the distance. Yang Wulang sighed softly, feeling slightly lancholic; who knows if they’ll et again?
Liu Chunyu had long cried uncontrollably, vigorously waving at the military truck, as if Beisitian could still see; they were playmates as kids, now friends, a bond she’ll never forget!
Liu Chunshu also felt gloomy; without Beisitian, he’d still be idling, despised by family. Now, he has a hard-earned decent job to cherish.
Mrs. Qin kept looking back at Kao Village and the villagers disappearing from view, tears flowing like beads.
Leaving this place where she’d spent most of her life, her heart truly ached; had it not been for her youngest son, staying here would feel more settled!
Luo Anguo gently held her hand.
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