Chapter 15: Suicide
Before Wei Mingchuan returned, he had no intention of telling his life story publicly.
It was not because of the fear of Dong Cuiping, to save face for her, or for the so-called friendship over the years.
But there is something wrong with his life experience.
It would be nice to make it known in a big way and let many people know about it, but it might also cause trouble, which would not be suitable for him or his biological parents.
But now that Dong Cuiping was chanting and beating her like this, scolding her and even slamming a shit basin on Lin Nianyin's head, he didn't really want to give her face.
Regarding the issue of life experience, he can think of another solution.
But he didn't want to endure it for a moment when dealing with Dong Cuiping anymore.
"You...what do you mean?" Dong Cuiping suddenly stuttered, wondering why Wei Mingchuan suddenly asked this.
Wei Mingchuan did not answer but repeated, "Am I your son?"
Dong Cuiping suddenly froze on the spot, feeling cold air rising from the soles of her feet.
There was only one thought in her heart for a moment, I know, Wei Mingchuan knows.
But so many years have passed, and only she and her mother knew about it then.
Her mother had died a few years ago, and she was the only one who knew about it.
Over the years, she had kept this secret and never revealed a word to the outside world. Even Wei Lianshan needed to learn how Wei Mingchuan knew about it.
A shadow suddenly appeared in Dong Cuiping's mind.
It was an extremely young and beautiful woman.
Wearing an old military uniform and a military cap, there is a bright red star on the military cap.
The more she looks now, the more she feels that the Wei Mingchuan in front of her looks like the woman from back then.
Dong Cuiping bit his back teeth, and his face twitched nervously.
The onlookers probably mistook Dong Cuiping's fear as sadness and turned around and began to persuade Wei Mingchuan in a self-righteous way.
They said: "Mingchuan, listen to what you said. Do you mean you are your mother's son? You are not your mother's son. Then where did you come from? You are talking nonsense. You are so effeminate. I'm speechless."
"Yes, Mingchuan, you are already an adult and have children. Why are you still acting like a child with no success at all? Aren't you making your mother uncomfortable by asking such a question?"
"Yes, you'd better apologize to your mother quickly. Mother and son have nothing to worry about or complain about. It's ugly and ugly like this."
"Yeah, you're a grown man, so be happy, and don't be like a bitch, nagging and fussing over everything."
"No, no one around us knew when your mother was pregnant with you. Everyone saw it with their own eyes. How could you still ask this?"
"Don't be fooled by the one who didn't come out of the house."
"Maybe it's..."
These people were chattering, and their persuasive voices, which they thought were on the moral high ground, penetrated Wei Mingchuan's eardrums inch by inch and then snaked all the way down, compressing his heart inch by inch.
Wei Mingchuan closed his eyes and told himself not to care about these people.
He looked at Dong Cuiping and said coldly: "Tell me, am I your biological son?"
The persuasion and discussions of the people around her gave Dong Cuiping courage. Or maybe she had completed her mental construction and defense quickly or felt it would be fine if she was too loud and acted brazenly.
Dong Cuiping got up from the ground in a snap. He didn't look like before, screaming that his heart ached and his whole body ached, and he was so uncomfortable that he was dying.
Dong Cuiping pointed at Wei Mingchuan and yelled, "You're such a heartless thing, I raised you up like this by rolling in your shit and pee, and this is how you repay me, ah!"
Do you still have me as a mother in your heart? I have really raised you in vain all these years. I raised you, sent you to school, and made you talented. It's OK if you don't repay me. You still ask me who you are? You're not my biological child; why don't you just stab me with a knife? I think you just followed the bad example of people outside. You don't want this family and don't recognize me as your mother!"
Dong Cuiping beat her chest and yelled. She was now covered in gray and messy hair because she had been rolling around and causing mischief before. She would probably hate letting a chicken sleep.
But she just beat her chest and lowered her head, crying: "I'm miserable, why is my life so miserable? My biological son asked me if I was his biological son. What did he want to do? Why am I so miserable?" Life is hard, but I finally raised a promising son. God, I feel so bad; what's the point of living? I might as well die, I might as well die, What am I doing living? The son I gave birth to doesn't recognize me as my mother. What else am I doing living? I might as well die. I..."
Like a repeater, Dong Cuiping kept repeating these sentences like a wheel.
Threaten him with death, suicide, or death.
Wei Mingchuan looked at him coldly and didn't respond at all.
Dong Cuiping probably saw that Wei Mingchuan showed no sign of softening, so he immediately let out an "ouch" and said, "I'm not going to live anymore!"
Then he covered his head and rushed forward as if he was hitting a wall.
"Hey...hey...Dong Cuiping, don't do this nonsense!"
"Hurry up and stop this person. Don't let anyone get into trouble!"
"Wei Mingchuan, why are you still standing there? Why have you become so heartless? Your mother is like this, and you are still standing there without moving. You are no longer a human being!"
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The onlookers were noisy, but Dong Cuiping, who was pretending to commit suicide, was successfully intercepted.
People around her tried to comfort her and helped teach Wei Mingchuan a lesson.
"What are you doing? What are you doing here?"
After a long time of commotion, someone finally came to take charge.
Lin Changhuai is the captain of the production team.
There is also Party Secretary Zhao Pingan.
The production captain oversees production, and the branch secretary oversees ideological and political work.
However, the countryside could be more detailed. Lin Changhuai and Zhao Ping'an are in the same brigade and have their own opinions on the work they do on weekdays.
Today, when things happened like this, they were late because they went to the commune for a meeting.
As soon as they arrived at the production team, they heard someone talking about Dong Cuiping making a big fuss at Wei Mingchuan's house and rushed over without stopping, just in time to encounter the scene where Dong Cuiping was making trouble about committing suicide.
The two walked through the crowd, frowned, looked around, and intervened: "Why are you sitting here if you don't go home for dinner at noon? The work given to you is too light, isn't it?"
Lin Changhuai and Zhao Ping'an said they were brigade cadres, but they all lived in the same place and knew everything about them, so not many people feared them.
They started talking about the cause and effect when I heard them asking.
It didn't take long for the two of them to finally understand.
They looked at each other and saw in each other's eyes the idea of asking Wei Mingchuan first.
Lin Changhuai and Wei Mingchuan were relatives, so he said, "Mingchuan your back, and Nian Yin is back, too. How is the child?"
"It's good. Nian Yin and the child are safe this time. Thank you to Uncle for your help." Wei Mingchuan said politely.
Lin Changhuai waved his hand and said: "What's wrong with this? It's just a matter of helping." Lin Changhuai didn't want to say this in front of so many people, so he asked the main point: "By the way what's going on?"
Wei Mingchuan's explanation was much more straightforward. In a few words, he summarized the whole process of Dong Cuiping coming here to make trouble and his questioning of Dong Cuiping's life experience.
Lin Changhuai is not an uneducated, rough guy from the countryside; he follows what others say.
He immediately felt something was wrong with Wei Mingchuan's tone.
But Lin Changhuai needed to figure it out.
He frowned and said, "Are you talking out of anger, or..."
Wei Mingchuan's cold eyes shot Dong Cuiping aside. Over the years, the blood and evil aura accumulated in his iron-blooded career rushed to his face instantly, like an invisible and intangible mountain pressing heavily on Dong Cuiping's back.
Dong Cuiping saw Wei Mingchuan smiling strangely and said, "I dare to ask this in public; of course, there is a reason."
There was an uproar and color change all around.
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