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The man sighed, "Brother Wang's entire family is gone."
The first to pass away was Brother Wang's daughter, Wang Xiaoyan. She had always excelled in her studies at university, earning scholarships year after year. Old Wang had mentioned that Wang Xiaoyan was set to pursue graduate studies, with a bright future ahead. But somehow, during the second semester, she jumped from the building. The man choked on his words as he spoke.
Upon hearing the name Wang Xiaoyan, the messengers instinctively reacted. Qi Qiuluo felt overwhelmed; was this saga about Wang Xiaoyan never-ending?
After Wang Xiaoyan's death, Old Wang and his wife were heartbroken for a time, living in despair for two years. If it weren't for their son, they might not have survived at all. The villagers lamented the tragedy; when Wang Xiaoyan's body was brought back to the village, neighbors and relatives wept as they gazed at her covered form. It was truly a pity—if she had passed away as a toddler, it would have been sad enough, but losing her at just over twenty was heart-wrenching. She had been so young and had such a promising future.
Just as Old Wang and his wife were beginning to emerge from their grief, their son, Wang Xiaowei, also met with tragedy. One Sunday, he returned from high school in the county town and passed by the dam. He saw several children playing on the embankment and tried to shoo them away. The little ones refused to listen and wouldn’t leave. Despite his stern demeanor and attempts to scare them off, he couldn’t bring himself to leave them unattended and watched over them for the entire morning.
Then, by chance, one of the children accidentally fell in. Quick as lightning, Wang Xiaowei grabbed the child’s hand and managed to pull him up safely. However, as he turned around, he lost his footing and fell into the muddy waters below. The mud was deep; once someone fell in, they would sink completely. By the time the children cried out for help, Wang Xiaowei had disappeared entirely—there wasn’t even a body left behind.
Yan Qing took note of Wang Xiaowei’s name.
Wang Xiaowei!
He was astonished! According to one of Wang Zhiqiang’s personalities, this boy might be Wang Xiaowei!
No one in the village dared to tell Old Wang and his wife that their daughter had died at twenty-two and their son at fifteen; it felt like the sky had fallen on them. But they eventually found out about their son's fate and both fell ill with grief. When they recovered, they had both lost their minds.
Wang Xiaowei died at fifteen.
That’s why his personality is called "the boy"!
They saw young children and would call out for Wang Xiaowei; in their dazed state, they would go mad every night—biting or attacking anyone who came near them with knives. The villagers knew that Old Wang and his wife could no longer go on living like this. Eventually, they had no choice but to tie them up and confine them to a room. They refused to eat or drink anything; within days, the man could hardly speak anymore.
Jiang Jie listened with tears streaming down her face.
The messengers felt a profound sense of sorrow as well.
The saying that suffering begets suffering held true here.
The man patted her shoulder in comfort. "I brought you here today to tell you that our family is better off than theirs—we still have you. If you were gone too, I wouldn’t be able to live."
Jiang Jie cried out loud, her voice hoarse as she pleaded with him, "Dad, please don’t say that anymore."
As Jiang Jie begged him, the messengers followed her thoughts back to a week prior when the dam in Luohua Village collapsed. Thousands of tons of sludge broke through barriers like a mudslide and destroyed the villa; half of the houses in the village were swept away. Because it happened around two or three in the morning without warning, half of the villagers lost their lives.
Jiang Jie’s brother and sister were gone.
The man carefully pulled an acceptance letter from his tattered pocket—a sealed envelope containing good news about school admission. "Xiao Shu," he said softly, "your sister is gone, but I hope you can live well in her place. You and Jiang Jie are twins; you look so alike that no one can tell you apart in the village. Please go to school for her sake; having a good education will make life easier."
As he spoke these words, tears streamed down from his eyes.
"You must not let Jiang Jie down."
Holding the notification letter hesitantly, Jiang Jie didn't want to accept it, but upon seeing her father's tears, she knew she had no choice but to take it.
Both father and daughter cried in the Wang family's courtyard, letting their emotions flow freely.
As the start of university approached, Jiang Jie used the compensation money to buy a new house in the city. She sat in front of the makeup mirror, practicing her smile. Next to the mirror was a photo of herself and Jing Xiaoshu, both smiling brightly.
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