Monument of Life and Death

  Chapter 232 The death of the village chief

   Xiaolan looked around, and Jasmine looked at the man.

Under the long-lost blue sky is a vast green meadow. Several piles of straw are scattered everywhere. The green meadow is divided into countless even squares. Except for the two standing positions, the land next to it is filled with green plants. .

  There was a small village in the distance, and the smoke curled up into the blue sky. The man came from the direction of the village and ran towards them along the small road in the middle of the plot.

  The man wears a navy blue linen shirt and yellow-brown linen trousers. The trousers are rolled up to the center of his calf. He looks like an ordinary villager in this simple village.

  The man stopped in front of the two, leaning on his stomach and gasping for breath.

  "Master...Master...something happened..." the man said to Jasmine who looked slightly older.

Grandmaster? !

   "What's the matter?" Jasmine asked first.

"It's not just now, we were ready to go to the ground, and suddenly we heard...I heard someone screaming from the village chief's house," the man waved his rough hands and gestured. The eldest daughter-in-law's movement, we went to see..." The man seemed to think of the scene, and his breathing became heavy again, "The village chief... just hangs on the beam of his house, he is dead!"

   Xiaolan and Jasmine looked at each other.

   "What village is this from?" Xiaolan asked innocently, tilting his head.

   "Master, what's the matter with you?" The man looked at her weirdly, "We are Dahuo Village. You two have been in our Village for many years. Why can you forget our Village's name?"

   Jasmine interrupted the man’s suspicion, "Is the death of the village head strange?"

"Qiqiao? What Qiqiao? No Qiqiao," the man did not understand Jasmine's words, and led the two into the village anxiously, "Nothing... But the village chief was killed, you Both have to manage."

  "Didn't the village chief hanged?" Xiaolan asked as he walked, "Why was he killed again?"

   "The master means that the village chief killed himself, which is impossible... I said... Whoops... Anyway... Anyway, you will understand when you see it, it's impossible at all!"

  The man said, leading the two of them through a long path and directly into the village.

  The huts in the village have red walls and blue tiles, low roofs, and the houses are scattered in disorder, but they feel that they have a special flavor when they shuttle through them.

   Soon, the man walked around the back wall and led them to a relatively spacious bungalow. The gate of the small courtyard was full of men and women, each with excited expressions, pointing towards the courtyard.

   "Is here?" Jasmine asked subconsciously.

  The man looked back at her inexplicably, nodded and said, "This is the village head's house. These are all villagers. Don't worry about them."

  I don’t know who saw the arrival of the two, and shouted at the door, "Master is coming!" The group of people surrounded Xiaolan and Jasmine like predators smelling their prey.

   "Master...Master what's going on?..."

  "Master, I used the method you said last week, why is it useless..."

"Grandmaster……"

"Grandmaster……"

  Xiaolan understands how he got the title of “Master”.

   "You get out of the way first," the man stood in front of Xiaolan and Jasmine and pushed everyone away, "Master came to see this. In which round did you talk about you?"

  Several people became uninterested for a while, and then thought of the death of the village chief, and became curious again.

  "Yes, yes, yes...Master, hurry up and take a look..."

   Xiaolan and Jasmine did not stop, and followed the man's steps directly into the small courtyard.

  The small yard was neatly cleaned up, and several pieces of soft yellow ground were plowed in the corners, and small green grass buds stood upright on the plot, which should be the successful planting of vegetables or fruit flowers.

   Before crossing the stone path and entering the slightly higher wooden door of the main house, a cry of crying from heaven and earth came to Xiao Lan's ears.

   "Brother Huo! Brother Huo!...who is so cruel!..."

   "This is the village chief's wife," the man sighed softly, "She's still crying."

  In the second half of the sentence, the man said to himself. The man frowned and mumbled. He took a deep breath, and stretched out his hand to push open the yew wood door that looked crumbling but unusually strong.

  The crying and shouting exploded directly in front of him.

  The air was filled with the decay smell of old wood being knocked out by meat insects. Xiaolan raised her hand and waved in front of her nose, watching the inside of the village chief’s house intently.

  Tidy, regular and orderly.

  Like a small yard, the furnishings in the house also follow the principle of simplicity and generosity. At first glance, you may think that there are so few things, but if you look closely, you can find that the sundries have been well stored.

   entered the wooden door, walked two steps forward, turned into the first aisle, and could see the gray-green curtain at the door of the only room, and a cry came from behind the curtain.

  The man looked at the two of them and opened the curtain lightly.

  There was a woman facing him. The woman turned her back to them. She was graceful and graceful, unlike other people in the village wearing cheap linen clothes. When the woman heard the sound, the cry of the woman stopped abruptly.

  "Master...Master! You can come!...I...My Huo brother..."

  The woman is beautiful, with tears in her eyes. Even though the tears rolled from those apricot eyes, the delicate makeup on the woman's face did not fall off at all.

   "Don't worry," Jasmine raised her hand, as if she had digested this identity well, "Where is the person?"

  The woman turned her blue face to one side, and a stiff and discolored corpse was lying on the low bed in front of her. There was a cold breath all over her body, and there was no trace of life.

   Jasmine glanced at the man standing aside, and knew that this was the dead village chief. When the two approached, the woman cried harder, and she said something intermittently.

  "Don't worry," Xiaolan said softly, "Say slowly, what happened?"

  The woman nodded, and pulled out a white silk handkerchief from the peach placket. After covering her face and wiping the tears at the corner of her eyes, she seemed to calm down and began to speak slowly.

"Last night before going to bed, I quarreled with Brother Huo, mainly because, didn't the village have a big sunny house? I want to live there. This house is low and has small windows, as you all know. , I usually like to write and draw some small things. The room is dark and depressing, so I thought maybe I could find a chance to move there.

"For some reason, Brother Huo refused to say anything. We quarreled about this incident last night. I slept in the east wing and he rested in the west wing next to the main room. As a result... I woke up early in the morning and watched. To..."

   At this point, the woman's eyes filled with tears again.

   "I saw... Brother Huo, who was hanging from the beam of the main room, stared at the outside of the window, he was unaware..."

  　 I went to the hospital today, and I can only change it. I apologize to everyone and take care of your health.

  (End of this chapter)