Crime Hunt Files: Bloody Angel

"what?"

"Kid, throw it away."

He repeated it again.

Zhao Meilan was stunned. After a while, she twitched the tip of her sore nose and said with tears in her eyes, "This is our child."

Jian Linjiang sat on the earthen kang, with his head hanging down, smoking earthen cigarettes. Gray smoke and a choking smell quickly filled the entire room.

Through the smoke, Zhao Meilan's vision became even blurrier. She seemed to no longer recognize her husband, whom she had known and stayed with for many years.

"Say...speak." Zhao Meilan's voice became hoarse and she bit her lip. What she waited for was still Jian Linjiang's silence. "Please speak!!"

Suddenly, Zhao Meilan's arms trembled. She looked down nervously and saw that the baby in her arms was clenching her little hands nervously and purring her pink mouth, seeming to express her dissatisfaction at being woken up by her mother.

Zhao Meilan was afraid of waking up the child, so she endured her grief and walked to the east room. In the house, Jian Ping, the housekeeper, had fallen asleep. She was covered with a small quilt, and her small breasts were breathing, which was very cute.

Zhao Meilan gently lifted the quilt and placed Jian An next to Jian Ping. She sat by the bed and touched the soft little faces of sisters Jian Ping and Jian An, feeling mixed emotions in her heart.

I don't know how long it took before Zhao Meilan got up and left. When she walked to the west room, the smoke in Jian Linjiang's room had almost dispersed.

"Xiao An is my child."

"It's mine too." Jian Linjiang's voice was calm.

Zhao Meilan bit her trembling lower lip. She obviously came here to adjust her mood. Don't cry, don't cry, crying can't solve anything!

Zhao Meilan was silent for as long as she thought in her heart.

"The doctor said that Xiao An needs to go to the hospital for check-ups at any time, needs to take medicine, can't go to school, can't work in the fields, and she can't even leave the house by herself! We can't afford it!"

"She doesn't want anything." Zhao Meilan choked, "I would rather not do the hospital examination. I would rather take care of her all the time. I would rather let her die at home. I will not throw her away while she is still alive!"

Hearing this, Jian Linjiang stood up suddenly, "Where's the medicine!? Where's the food!? You know the conditions of our family better than me! One more person means more food! She needs someone to take care of her at home. How will we go to the fields to work then? Work?! If you don’t work, let alone Jianping Jianan, even you and I will starve to death!"

"We can take turns working!"

"Zhao Meilan, do you feel comfortable saying this! You don't know how much work there is in the fields? How long will it take you to do it alone!"

Zhao Meilan was silent, she actually knew better. The original intention of the couple to have a child was not only to have a future, but also, they really hoped to give birth to a boy who could share the household chores for the family and both of them. Unfortunately, her wish did not come true. Not only did she not give birth to a boy, she also gave birth to a pair of girls with a congenital disease.

Suddenly, even taking care of oneself became a luxury, let alone sharing household chores.

Seeing that Zhao Meilan was silent, Jian Linjiang's tone became much softer.

"I asked around. This kind of disease will follow people for a lifetime and cannot be cured at all. Even if she grows up, no one is willing to marry a sick girl who can't do any work and go home. No one will marry her and wait for us to die. Who will take care of her? How will she live on her own? Will anyone bully her? She is going to suffer anyway, so it is better to die while she doesn’t know anything and be free."

That night, Zhao Meilan didn't sleep all night. She sat on the empty kang, looking out the window at the cold moonlight, her eyes dull. She didn't remember what she was thinking, she just remembered that the house where she had lived for six or seven years was surprisingly quiet at that time.

If she were forced to describe how quiet it was, she would probably not even be able to hear the beating of her own heart.

At dawn, the rooster crows. Zhao Meilan followed her daily habit and walked to the stove to make breakfast. As soon as the firewood was lit, the sound of the door opening and closing was heard.

Jian Linjiang walked to Zhao Meilan, holding a bag of warm fresh milk in his hand.

"I was passing by. Lao Li's sheep gave me some milk."

Zhao Meilan took the bag, poured the milk into the pot, heated it, turned off the heat, poured it into a bowl, and took it away.

The whole time, she said nothing, like a soulless wooden person.

She carried the bowl and walked to the door of the east room. As she approached, a faint sound of crying came from inside.

Zhao Meilan's heart tightened, and she quickly opened the door and went in. I saw little Jianping sitting on the bed, crying.

"What's wrong, Xiaoping?" Zhao Meilan immediately put down the bowl filled with goat's milk, picked up Jian Ping, and patted her back to comfort her.

"Mom..." Jian Ping blinked his big watery eyes, pouted his mouth in grievance, and asked, "Where's my sister?"

When she woke up in the morning, she discovered that her sister, who used to sleep next to her every day, was missing.

When she heard Jian An, the light in Zhao Meilan's eyes dimmed. She forced an ugly smile and explained: "Sister... is gone."

"Gone? Where did you go? When can you come back? Why didn't you take me with you? I miss my sister very much."

Jian Ping's words caused Zhao Meilan's fortress that she had built overnight to collapse in an instant. She felt that her tears were about to burst like a river bursting out of control.

She is an incompetent mother who cannot protect her children.

She could no longer cry like a coward in front of another child.

While tears were still in her eyes, Zhao Meilan immediately turned her head, looked at the dilapidated ceiling, and cried on her back.

Jian Ping didn't understand why her mother was crying. She raised her little hand, gently stroked Zhao Meilan's face, and murmured: "...don't cry, mom, don't cry."

For a moment, Zhao Meilan was stunned. At that moment, she felt that something was drilling into the most important organ on the left side of her chest, beating bit by bit, stimulating her heart.

Plop, plop, plop...

She heard it, she heard it, and heard the familiar voice that had been silent all night and made her tremble all over.

Zhao Meilan raised her hand and wiped the tears on her face carelessly, shaking her throat and said, "Let's go, Mom will take you away."

"Where?"

Zhao Meilan smiled slightly and said, "Looking for my sister."

Jian Linjiang walked to the door. He looked at the backs of his wife and daughter and fell silent.

At any time, children are the meat that has fallen from their parents. He did what he had to do. If they could still bring Jian An back, he accepted the result.

Later, twenty years passed and Jian Ping and Jian An grew up.

Jian Ping was successfully admitted to college, but Jian An was still unable to go to school due to physical reasons.

Originally, Jian Linjiang and Zhao Meilan thought that life would continue to be so dull until one morning three years later.

That day was the second day of Jian Ping's official summer vacation.

Zhao Meilan suffered from insomnia until midnight the night before. She kept wondering why her eldest daughter, who always rushed back as soon as possible after the exam, didn't arrive home.

When she opened her eyes, it was already nine o'clock in the morning, and the seat next to her was already empty.

She hurriedly got dressed and walked around the house. Not only was her husband not at home, but even Jian An, who had never been out of the village, was not at home either.