How did finding a wife for the villain become giving away a husband?

Chapter 281 The Wooden Statue Has Spirit 20

"What can I do?"

"Grandpa can't hold on any longer... wuwuwu... Grandpa can't hold on any longer..."

"grandfather……."

The old man who had given him warmth could no longer hold on, hanging on for only a breath, holding ginseng in his mouth, enduring the torment of illness...

The reason I hesitate to leave is that I’m worried about myself.

grandfather……

He wanted to persuade his grandfather to let go of the only obsession in his heart, but he couldn't bear to see his grandfather leave him...

Everyone in the village came to see grandpa with some gifts, and when they left, they all looked at him with reluctance.

"An An, your grandpa is in pain, let him go..."

"An An, the old man is old and can't go through torture anymore... Let him go."

"An'an, your grandfather is so reluctant to let go of his anger, it must be because you haven't married yet. Why don't you arrange a marriage for you?"

"It can be considered as fulfilling your grandfather's obsession! Without the obsession, he would be willing to die."

"Your grandfather...he suffered a lot..."

"Let the old man go. Holding his breath like this is torture for him."

……

He felt sad to see his grandfather looking so skinny, but his grandfather could no longer eat anything.

He was afraid that his grandfather would leave suddenly, so he would sit on a chair and lie beside his grandfather's bed every night, and wake up as soon as his grandfather moved.

When something like this happened at home, he wished he had three heads and six arms.

"Grandpa...it's time for you to go...!"

He huddled helplessly in the corner, his pupils blank. His grandfather was as afraid of pain as he was. How could he let his grandfather endure the pain and stay with him for his own selfish reasons?

He should speak...

Xie Anan had lost weight, and the thick dark circles under his eyes made him look exhausted, and his face was pale and bloodless.

The hopeful eyes of the past have long been replaced by helpless pain.

The bitter taste of the medicine coated his entire body and would remain on him no matter how many times he showered.

There was a dagger on the table. He stumbled out of bed and ran over to lie on the table, his eyes frantic, muttering: "Why... why..."

"Hahaha, Brother Song, you abandoned me too, didn't you?"

"Hahaha, then don't live anymore, then don't live anymore... Come down together and accompany me and Grandpa."

He was like a madman, laughing with a dagger in his hand, his hair disheveled, like a mad beggar.

Looking at his wrist, he expressionlessly took the dagger and cut it...

It doesn’t hurt…it feels so good…

……

Song Wenjing knocked on the door and called out, "Hello, is anyone there?"

It was his first visit, so he wanted to be polite. He held the gift in his hand and straightened his clothes.

Song Wenjing was very much looking forward to Xie Anan's reaction when she saw him turned into a human. Hehehe, Anan must be very happy.

He must be very happy to hug me (●°u°●)? "

Xie Anan heard a familiar voice coming from outside the door. It was... Brother Song's voice.

He suddenly woke up, and the dagger in his hand fell to the ground with a "click", and a blood mark appeared on his wrist.

He quickly put his hands behind his back and covered the marks on his hands with his sleeves, "Brother Song..."

He didn't know why Brother Song didn't come in but instead knocked on the door. He ran to the door and opened it, and saw Song Wenjing standing outside the door with something in his hand and a nervous look on his face.

After a closer look, he could tell that something was wrong with Song Wenjing. "Brother Song...you...why do you seem a little weird?" He looked at Song Wenjing blankly.

Song Wenjing: "Try holding my hand and see if there's anything different."

"Oh oh..." Xie Anan cautiously poked Song Wenjing's hand with her finger.

Um?

Is there temperature?

Can you encounter?

This...this, when will people be able to catch ghosts?

Could it be... that I have died and turned into a ghost?

Song Wenjing looked at Xie Anan's confused and entangled appearance. Just as he was about to explain, he saw that Xie Anan was in a very bad state, with messy hair and red eyes.

His face was pale, as if a dead person had been fished out of the river.

And... there was a bloodstain on the wrist. It wasn't deep, but blood was visible.

Oh my god, what are you doing? (˙?˙`)

"No...Xie Anan, I'll just be away for a while. Are you going to heaven?"

Song Wenjing only felt that his adrenaline was accelerating. He called out the man's full name, which showed how angry he was.

"I'm not here for a moment, and you dare to slit your wrists? Do you think I'll see your cold corpse after two hours? I've never seen any child like you."

You can’t hit him, and you can’t scold him!

"I... I didn't intend to commit suicide by cutting my wrists. The dagger itself became conscious." Xie Anan's mind was in a mess now, and she originally wanted to ask Song Wenjing a question.

Unexpectedly, when Song Wenjing saw the wound on his wrist, he had no choice but to find a silly excuse. He wanted to take the initiative, but then he realized that he was also wrong.

He looked guilty and put his wounded hand behind his back, as if Song Wenjing couldn't see it.

Song Wenjing snorted coldly, "Come into the house, I'll bandage you. While I'm doing this, you'd better come up with a reasonable excuse for me."

"Otherwise I'll spank you."

Just as Xie Anan was about to retort, Song Wenjing pointed fiercely at the bedroom and told him to go in. "Come in quickly. I wanted to give you a surprise, but I didn't expect you to give me a big surprise instead."

"Xie Anan, you're awesome!"

"You're always slashing your wrists to commit suicide. Tell me, which bastard talks nonsense in front of you? I'll chop him up."

"Now you dare to hurt yourself, why don't you dare to stab me too."

The more he spoke, the angrier he became. Song Wenjing applied medicine to Xie Anan, and the bandage was inevitably a little heavy, so Xie Anan let out a weak hiss.

She looked at Song Wenjing with a weak look in her eyes, "Brother Song, I was wrong... I won't dare to do it again next time."

"Wow! You're getting bold, aren't you? You're still thinking about next time? What's going on in your head all day long? I really want to open your head and see how much water there is in it."

Song Wenjing was so angry that he almost died. He was thinking of giving his wife a surprise, but he didn't expect his wife to give him a big surprise in return. He was almost sick with anger.

He just wanted to see what was going on in Xie Anan's mind.

"No... I didn't think about it." Xie Anan touched her head with one hand and dodged Song Wenjing's outstretched hand, "Brother Song... don't open Anan's head, it hurts~..."

Song Wenjing reached out and touched his forehead. "Why are you hiding? Am I really going to open your head? I want to touch your forehead. Are you crazy because of a cold?"

"I'm afraid if I open your head, all the water will come out. What if the house is flooded?"

Hearing him say it hurt, Song Wenjing looked at him in surprise, "Ah! So people who commit suicide by cutting their wrists still feel pain? I thought you had no feeling at all."

"Oh! Whatever it hurts, just bear it. I must give you an unforgettable memory today. It hurts this time, but I wonder if you'll dare to do it again next time."