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Chapter 24
The length of time is resilient.
It can be infinitely long.
It can also pass in an instant. If it's normal for people to stay up all night, work overnight mechanically, it might feel infinitely long.
The entire muscle cells are on strike.
But when you are extremely focused and longing for a miracle, this lengthy process, you simply cannot attend to it.
You are busy, constantly busy.
Hoping that your busyness can be of some use, can change something.
The more towards the end, the more powerless.
The water has been changed several dozen buckets.
At the horizon there is even slowly the light of dawn.
The candlelight went out.
At this moment, the room fell into darkness.
Jiang Yu hugged her sister sitting on a small chair, she was both tired and afraid, frightened and fell asleep for a while, hugging her sister very tightly.
In between, Jiang Mianmian also slept several times.
The baby didn’t have the strength, and she also used up all the spiritual spring water at one go, which consumed her strength. She just opened her eyes slightly, knowing that her dad and mom were taking turns wiping down her brother.
At this moment.
The candlelight burned out.
In the darkness.
Jiang Changtian was extremely desperate, and also extremely regretful.
Everything in front of him was black.
In the darkness, he couldn’t find a glimmer of light.
He felt cold, very cold.
He touched his son’s body, it was no longer hot, it seemed to be cool.
He suppressed but could not hold back sobbing softly, like the wail of a wild beast.
Since he was little he felt his birth mother detested him. His mother was amiable towards everyone, only towards him, she couldn’t hide her disgust even if she tried.
When his father was around it was still alright. After his father passed away, the way his mother looked at him was colder than looking at a beggar on the streets.
At that time he thought, he would definitely not have children in the future. If giving birth to a child would be met with such abhorrence, why bother.
But later, after he was expelled from home, he got married, he had children.
He lived in extreme poverty and distress, but his heart was at peace.
He was willing to do anything for this family.
Kill people, arson.
But his Feng died.
Just yesterday he was still bickering with him. He was so cocky. He picked embroidered shoes for his sister. He was so sensible. He was covered in wounds yet didn’t yell once. He, he is going to hurt to death because of him.
He felt such pain.
Such Pain.
Jiang Changtian gripped his son’s hand tightly.
Tears uncontrollably streamed down.
His whole body trembled.
His body shook as he cried. Everything turned black in front of him. Next he collapsed into an embrace.
His wife held him.
Not letting him fall down.
This woman with plain looks, was always there during any time.
Jiang Changtian would forever remember, when he almost drowned to death, she was the one who jumped into the river and dragged him out, carrying him ashore back home.
She was tall and strong with a sturdy build.
But her shoulders were broad and reliable.
She could cook.
It didn’t taste good, but it made you full.
Jiang Changtian didn’t expect he would marry her.
But at this moment as he held his wife.
He felt she was also trembling. Her voice was shaking, but his wife still steadily stroked his back, steadily saying: “It’s okay, it’s okay, we have money that can buy a good coffin. Feng likes bright colors, we can buy a gorgeous colored one. Next life, next life, we’ll have him reborn into a good family as a rich household’s young master, he’ll live better than now, very good. My dear, it’s okay, it's okay.”
“No...” Jiang Changtian wailed.
Why.
Why was heaven so unfair.
What wrong did Feng do? He didn’t harm anyone. The prostitutes all liked him. He smiled at everyone. He smiled at everyone...
If good and evil had their recompense, let the retribution befall him.
Let him die, let him die a violent death without intact bones or corpse, pierced by thousands of arrows, pierced through the heart. Don’t hurt his child, don’t...
Jiang Changtian cried and wailed and trembled.
He hated it so much, so much hate.
His Feng died. He wanted a life for a life. He wanted to kill. He wanted them to taste suffering a hundredfold, a thousand times over.
Why did they get to be completely unscathed and dressed in fineries.
Why did they get to condemn life and death while holding prayer beads.
Why did they sit high in their government offices.
They should fall down, they should die, should writhe in dirt like him, struggle like him. They should become as tainted as him.
He tasted bitterness that he wanted them to taste even more. He wanted to make them regret and repent night and day.
Jiang Changtian clenched his teeth tightly, biting until he bled. The bloody taste spread through his mouth.
In the end he could no longer withstand it and spit out a mouthful of blood.
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