Infinitely Criticizing the Villain for Being Like My Ex-Boyfriend

Ge Qiu Sheng was sitting on the kang with his clothes on, in a daze. In his room, a light bulb was hung in the middle with a thin wire. It was greasy and made the whole room look dim.

There was a bowl of boiled beans in front of the stove. Ge Qiu Sheng was reluctant to pour out the soup, so he added some salt and stirred it for a long time. Now it was cold.

"Boom, boom."

The knocking on the window happened five or six times in a row before Ge Qiu Sheng suddenly reacted. He quickly put on his cloth shoes and got out of bed.

"Who is it?" He coughed and opened the curtain.

Zhang Chunliang's face, which was slightly red from the cold, was imprinted on the blurry glass.

"Village head." Zhang Chunliang smiled shyly, "I want to borrow something from you."

Ge Qiusheng looked at him curiously and pulled down the bolt: "It's so cold, looking for your fellow villagers..."

He seemed to remember something and stopped talking awkwardly.

He had forgotten that this young man's partner was the evil kid from the Xu family. It was good enough that his men didn't beat him to death, let alone lend him anything.

Ge Qiusheng stared at Zhang Chunliang for a long while before he managed to say, "What do you want to borrow, young man?"

There are many people coming to the village, but not many dare to come to him alone to borrow things.

He knew very well that these "outsiders" would not survive long in the village.

The only ones who can survive are old guys like them.

Ge Qiu Sheng suddenly gave a short laugh.

"Please lend me your mattress. I don't have anything in my room. It's a bit cold tonight. I'm afraid I'll catch a cold."

Zhang Chunliang was being too tactful. Not only was there nothing in his house, but if the wind was strong at night, he would worry about being buried by the collapsed house.

"A mattress?" Ge Qiu Sheng was stunned. He didn't even dare to ask how Lai Zi and his gang of hooligans could bully this young man. They didn't even give him a mattress in this cold weather.

His beard twitched twice, motioning him to come in.

Zhang Chunliang stamped his feet and went into his house - there was a smell in the village chief's house, like incense from a sacrifice.

After closing the door, Ge Qiu Sheng began to search in the broken wooden box in his room.

Zhang Chunliang stared calmly at the back of the middle-aged man in his forties or fifties, and his eyes slowly swept across his house.

This is a very poor village chief from a poor family.

The one-room brick house was bare except for a few pieces of shabby furniture - a bed, a wardrobe and the broken carved wooden box he was looking for.

Next to Ge Qiusheng's bed was a brick stove for cooking. He had no stool, so he could only eat by sitting on the edge of the bed.

The only impressive thing about this house is probably the yellow light bulb above its head.

but……

Zhang Chunliang's gaze rested on Ge Qiu Sheng's bed, where there were several books with butter-leather covers. The spread-out paper was delicate and white, and the ink was printed neatly and cleanly. It seemed that the books were not cheap.

Ge Qiu Sheng also had a notebook next to him, with words densely written on it - a village chief who came from an average family, spoke Mandarin very well, and was willing to spend money on books and ink.

In that era, it was impossible to go to school and learn to read without a little property. Ge Qiu Sheng was somewhat out of place in this village.

He then glanced at the cooled bean soup on the stove, and added silently in his mind that this farmer didn't seem to know how to cook and was like a bachelor with an average quality of life.

"What are you looking at?" Ge Qiu Sheng had walked up to him with a mattress in his arms and was staring at him with a cold look in his eyes.

"Nothing, village chief." Zhang Chunliang retracted his gaze and took the mattress calmly. "Are you going to write an article? My classmates at the newspaper like to review articles on rural customs."

He looked at the village chief's gloomy face and added frankly, "I can get fifty cents for a thousand words. You can let me take it out when you finish it."

"A reporter from the city." Ge Qiusheng nodded expressionlessly, "Once I have thought it through, I will go out and submit the article myself."

Zhang Chunliang hugged the mattress, not embarrassed at all, and nodded slightly: "Well, that's good. We should go out for a walk after all."

He took two steps toward the door and stopped as if hesitating.

"Anything else?" Ge Qiu Sheng didn't move, his face was illuminated by the yellow light bulb above his head, and a large shadow appeared, making it difficult to see his expression.

"Village head, where is my aunt?" Zhang Chunliang asked with sincerity and undisguised worry: "Can you take care of yourself?"

People in the village said that Ge Qiu Sheng had a wife, but they did not say that he was a widower.

Zhang Chunliang took a quick look and found that there were no memorial tablets in his small house. Ge Qiusheng's sloppy and unfamiliar lifestyle did not seem like he had lived alone for a long time - it was as if he had lost the person who took care of him overnight and was living his life at a loss.

So Zhang Chunliang decided to pluck up the courage to ask him.

"She's waiting for me over there." Ge Qiusheng looked at Zhang Chunliang and suddenly smiled with an ambiguous tone, "When I have time, I can take you to see her."

This topic was a bit dangerous. Zhang Chunliang knew that his inquiry seemed to have annoyed this NPC, so he said nothing more and left in a hurry.

He walked a long way, feeling a little uneasy.

After hesitating for a moment, he quietly turned back to the path next to the village chief's house, and looked in the direction of Ge Qiu Sheng's house across a crooked tree.

Then - he saw, behind the blurry yellow glass on the village chief's house, a dark figure lifting the curtains and standing motionlessly in his direction.

After he left the house, the village chief stood by the window and stared at him for a long time.

Zhang Chunliang's hair stood up all over his body. He didn't bother to find out whether he had been discovered or not. His mind went blank and he ran quickly towards his destination.

The villagers went to bed very early, and by around 8:30, there was no one on the road.

Zhang Chunliang staggered forward in the moonlight, holding a heavy mattress, almost in the dark.

He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he always felt that someone was following him.

The footsteps were very light, but very obvious in the absolutely silent environment.

Perhaps it was because Zhang Chunliang deliberately paid attention to the footsteps, he could even keenly analyze the man's footsteps - one light and one heavy, and he seemed a little lame, but his speed was definitely not slow, and he was approaching him.

He kind of regretted arguing with Xu Er, otherwise he could have stayed in his warm house for another night - actually it wasn't really a quarrel, it was just that when he asked whether Xu Aiyong was his father, Xu Er's face turned pale instantly, he stiffened his body, and slowly put Zhang Chunliang on the ground.

"Yes." His body still couldn't help but tremble slightly, but this time the trembling was more like - a kind of despair and fear of waiting for judgment.

"He is my father. Now, do you want to run away?" he asked softly, staring at Zhang Chunliang with eyes filled with an overwhelming sadness.

Zhang Chunliang opened his mouth and wanted to ask, why should I run away just because Xu Aiyong is your father.

No matter what he did, even if it implicates you, you will still have to accept punishment from the world.

But he couldn't ask. The good-tempered young man had already lowered his eyes tiredly. He pursed his lips, as if struggling with something. Finally, he asked Zhang Chunliang in a low voice: "I'm a little tired. Can I rest early tonight?"

"Of course!" Seeing Xu Er's obviously abnormal mental state, Zhang Chunliang felt so guilty that he nodded quickly, "I'll go to your house to play with you after you have rested well."

Xu Er wanted to say something but was interrupted by Zhang Chunliang.

After hearing his words, Xu Er's already weak face seemed to become even paler in an instant.