1979: My fiancée is a goddess

Chapter 89 I am not kneeling to you, but to all the sufferings of mankind.

"But she is not a flower..."

This sentence not only made An Shaokang feel sad, but it can be said that countless readers felt sad and angry when they saw this sentence. They wished they could get into the book and expose the true face of this man surnamed Song in front of Xiaofang.

An Shaokang took a deep breath and continued reading.

The content of the first volume is completely different from what An Shaokang felt when he first got the book. It is not like scar literature in which the protagonist suffers great harm and is accused of tragic injustice.

It is not like what the head teacher did, who used a problem student to criticize the entire social environment and the harsh and extreme living environment in a way that reflected the whole situation.

Fangcao simply described a real event in complete and detailed detail.

The educated youth's little thoughts, laziness and not going to work, stealing in the village... as well as repairing canals, building dams, growing crops, and working together to treat the epidemic.

The author does not intend to highlight their nobility and kindness, but simply records that they are real people.

An Shaokang particularly likes this kind of youthful life without regrets. They seem to be full of energy and enthusiasm, working hard for rural construction.

This was something he rarely saw in other works, and he had never seen it in scar literature.

Professor An continued to flip through the pages. This New Year special issue was very thick, with more than three hundred pages.

……

Under a bridge leading to the town.

Xiaofang's swollen body leaned on the prickly straw. Her numb body almost lost all feeling. She coughed violently, and the dark blood in her throat almost overflowed from her mouth.

Her face instantly turned ruddy, and she swallowed it with a gulp. Her weak body was now full of strength. She reached out her hand and tremblingly touched her daughter's face covered with blood scabs: "We are inconspicuous grass rooted in the barren land. Cows and sheep come to eat us, and fish in the water also eat us. Although jackals, tigers, leopards and humans don't eat us, they are also the most terrifying.

Thousands of years have passed, and the weeds have just grown one after another. You must live like the weeds. Don’t die…”

As soon as he finished speaking, his arm fell heavily, stirring up a cloud of dust...

……

"The kind, brave, generous and gentle Xiaofang...is dead..."

Professor An's eyes were red and his nose felt sore as if he had been hit.

Whenever he closed his eyes, he could see Xiaofang lying in the straw pile, saying her final goodbye to her daughter Xiaocao. This rural girl deeply touched his heart.

Once upon a time, this girl bloomed brilliantly like a flower in the sorghum field.

She is warm and generous, and she takes action bravely even when facing love.

She is kind and strong. Facing illness, she and Song Jingming search for herbs in the deep mountains and forests of southern Xinjiang. Facing the hardships of life, she resolutely shoulders the burden...

How can such a woman not make people feel distressed, how can she not make people like her, how can she not make people cry...

An Shaokang actually felt a sense of fear and he didn't dare to look any further.

Because he saw this scene:
The proprietress of the bun shop grabbed this short man, who was in rags and emitting a stench that could scare people to the core.

The husband picked up the thief and threw him into the corner. In the freezing winter, dark red blood flowed out of her thin body and quickly solidified into clumps in the cold air.

"Mom is asleep... You need to eat. If you don't eat, you will starve to death. You need to live."

The thief was lying on the ground, stretching out one hand to touch the hot buns scattered on the ground, twitching.

What kind of smell is that?
The proprietress frowned and felt sorry for the thief. She treated the thief's wound and asked her husband.

The smell of decay, perhaps that...

The husband was silent for a moment and then replied.

……

What did she see? What did she smell?
In the haystack, frozen stiff, arms blue and purple, ten nails black and purple, face unrecognizable, mouth torn open, filled with rotten black food...

In an instant, the proprietress covered her son's eyes, bent over, and vomited with a loud vomiting. It seemed that she vomited out even her soul.

The stench of a corpse is like the smell of meat that has been frozen for more than ten years. It is more horrifying than the rapid decay in summer and makes one's tailbone feel cold.

How long have you been holding this little girl and sleeping?

……

"She's dead!"

"I fell asleep..."

"died."

"Asleep..." Helpless, the boss's 10-year-old son Xiaochun pulled her hand and put it to his nose. It was freezing cold and there was no breathing. He said, "When a person dies, he stops breathing. Feel your own body."

"Ugh...dead..."

"When a person dies, it's like a light goes out. Why don't you cover him with soil?"

"died……"

Xiaochun found that the girl, who was only four or five years old, seemed to be stupid. She stood there in a daze, screamed when she was touched, and shrank there with her hands covering her head, trembling.

She fears death the most.

……

Jiangcheng Tongji Family Compound.

Six hours later, it was already noon.

Layers of dark clouds covered the sky, and a kind of great sadness spread across the river bank of Jiangcheng and on the Yangtze River Bridge.

An Shaokang finished reading the entire novel, and his tears had wet all the pages.

The whole body was dark, and only the tears in the eyes were the brightest.

"The little grass that fears death the most chooses to self-immolate..."

Professor An suddenly thought of what Liu Xiaoli wrote on the title page, and the sentence "This book is adapted from real events..."

The thought of it was terrifying and made him tremble with fear.

He suddenly felt an urge to kneel down on the ground. How could a man like him forget his roots after enjoying a few days of good life?

"Pfft!"

In the dim room, Professor An knelt on the wooden floor. It was because of this floor that he did not feel much pain.

Wooden floors, how many people don’t even have decent clothes and quilts at home…

Professor An's heart sank.

The room gradually fell into silence, and he carefully recalled the details of reading the book.

"Tick tock..."

The clock on the wall ticked methodically, and a long time passed.

Suddenly, there was the sound of a door being pushed and keys colliding outside the door. Mother An brought Zhou Xiaomin, his brothers and sisters and others back from burning incense at Guiyuan Temple.

"Shao Kang, come out and eat. We brought you some vegetarian food from the temple. If you don't like it, I'll make you something else now."

Mother An's voice came from the living room, getting closer and closer. With a click, the door lock popped open.

Mother An looked at the dim and cold room in front of her and saw a short figure standing beside the bed. She turned on the light and her eyes suddenly lit up.

I saw my son kneeling on the ground with wet eyes.

She was so scared that she asked quickly: "What's wrong? Why are you crying like this?"

In the living room, Zhou Xiaomin, Brother An, and Sister An all heard the noise, thinking something had happened, and rushed in in a hurry.

Seeing Professor An kneeling on the ground, he was puzzled, "Shao Kang, why are you kneeling?"

"I am not kneeling to you, but to all the suffering of mankind."

In the silent room, Professor An's hoarse voice sounded like a huge bell in everyone's heart.

Then they saw the New Year special issue of "Fragrant Grass" in Professor An's hand.

The colorful cover depicts a flower by a river.

This is a particularly common flower in spring. Its petals are red, its rhizome is green, and it is dotted with green weeds around it.

If it were before, they would have felt it was very festive and in line with the passionate atmosphere of the New Year.

But at the moment, they always felt that it was a little too red, so red that it seemed to be dripping with blood.

“Is it fragrant grass?”

"Ah."

(End of this chapter)