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The Crime Was My Act of Revenge
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1.
The phone rang, it was an unfamiliar number calling. My husband, with a blank expression, tossed me a line: "Answer it, put it on speaker!"
"Hello, is this Ms. Ren Li? This is the Criminal Investigation Brigade of Annan County Public Security Bureau." Upon hearing the man's voice on the phone, my husband immediately dropped the chopsticks in his hand, looking as if he could come over and beat me at any moment.
"Is there something wrong?" I asked cautiously.
"Well, the thing is, two sets of white bones were found in the yard of your hometown, Xikou Village. Preliminary examination suggests that one of them might be your mother. Please come to the station to cooperate with the investigation," the other party said.
While my husband's emotions seemed to calm down, I was plunged into immense fear.
2.
Some past experiences are like nightmares, never to be remembered again.
I was 7 years old that year, and my brother was 4. We were happily playing at our grandmother's house when suddenly we heard uncle Qin from the neighboring village rushing over to tell our grandmother, "Auntie, something happened to Jian Guo and his brother!"
At the dry riverbed at the village entrance, the donkey cart carrying cement prefabricated slabs got stuck in the riverbed, and the tilted cart caused the several thousand kilograms of cement slabs to fall off. Underneath the slabs was my father, and beneath him was a large pool of blood...
After my father was killed, my 4-year-old brother became the only man in our family for three generations.
We have five mu of paddy fields at home. Grandma can't work, Mom doesn't know how, and my brother and I don't understand anything. Grandma sighs, Mom weeps.
Accompanied by my father, uncle Qin comes to help every now and then for three days, flipping the soil, watering, planting seedlings, harvesting, and threshing... Almost half of the year is spent in our few acres of thin fields. Grandma sheds tears of sorrow. She has experienced two of life's three great misfortunes. Losing her husband in middle age, she placed all her hopes for the latter part of her life on my father, only to tragically lose her son in her old age! uncle Qin's assistance is crucial for our family in the midst of adversity. It not only brings some comfort to Grandma, but my younger brother and I also always look forward to uncle Qin coming, eagerly anticipating his arrival.
The villagers also say that Dad's coworker is kind and righteous. It's not possible to manage without an adult man in the family. The work in the countryside is too heavy, and it's definitely not something that the elderly, women, and children can handle. My brother and I are both willing to have uncle Qin become our dad, hoping that he can always support our broken and destitute family. Until one day, I accidentally discovered a secret.
That day, uncle Qin helped Mom water the fields. It was almost noon, and Grandma asked me to take some food to uncle Qin in a jar and tell Mom to come home for lunch. Both my brother and I loved doing this task. uncle Qin always roasted grasshoppers and oil gourds caught from the fields for us to eat, which was really delicious. Carrying the food jar to the field, I didn't see uncle Qin and Mom, but I didn't pay attention. I just sat barefoot on the edge of the field and played with the water.
I don't know how long it had been when uncle Qin and his mother came out from the sorghum field on the other side. uncle Qin still had his arm around his mother's waist and his mouth on his mother's mouth... When they noticed me, I also saw them clinging together.
"Why didn't you say anything when you came?" his mother broke free from uncle Qin and shouted at me.
I didn't say anything, just glanced at them shyly, then turned and ran back home.
3.
After work in the evening, when my grandmother saw that only my mother had come back, she asked, "Sujun, why didn't uncle Qin come for dinner?"
My mother, feeling guilty, looked at me and said, "He said there was something going on at home, so he went back."
Grandma scolded me and my little brother, " Xiao In, Xiaomao, go call uncle Qin to come to our house for dinner." Then she muttered to herself, "He's a single man, what could he possibly have to do at home? After a long day, he has to come home and start a fire alone..."
uncle Qin followed my little brother and brought out a shuttlecock made of copper coins and hemp from his pocket like a magic trick, "Do you like it, girl?" Seeing me happily take it, he then took out a water gun made of bamboo, "Mao Mao, this is for you."
Grandma said as she served food on the table, "Look at you, tired all day and still thinking about those two little rascals!"
Half a year later, my usually strong grandmother suddenly had a cerebral hemorrhage and, in her dying moments, she stared straight at my mom and couldn't close her eyes. What happened?
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