Chapter 89
Everyone was talking at once, saying a lot, but it was all just words without a shred of evidence.
"Look, that’s the village chief, still pretending to shed tears!" Someone pointed out to her.
Tu Hengsha saw a thin middle-aged man, dressed plainly, shedding tears by the spirit tablet and comforting Aunt Ge.
"Look at his simplicity. His son is studying in the United States! It’s all a facade!" The villagers fumed.
Aunt Ge was completely dazed, unaware of who was talking to her or what they said; she only knew the tears wouldn’t stop. Even after the village chief left, she remained in a daze.
Of course, she also heard the real cause of Ge Zhuang’s death: he was angered to death. And he was angered to death by his wife. The so-called job she had in the city to support the family was just prostitution! She was caught by the police and shown on TV—everyone in the village knew! After watching it on TV, Ge Zhuang vomited a lot of blood...
At this moment, the mourning hall, which was somewhat noisy, suddenly quieted down as everyone almost uniformly looked in one direction.
Tu Hengsha followed their gaze to see a woman standing at the door, the woman in the plum-red dress...
It was still that plum-red dress, but now the woman’s hair was loose, she wore no makeup, and her slightly dark face with prominent cheekbones looked very haggard. The dress was still dirty, with noticeable stains. Her thin fingers tightly gripped the hem as her whole body trembled like a withered flower in the wind.
She walked step by step toward the portrait.