Phi-Fic Chapter 147 Are You Afraid?
Chapter 147 Are You Afraid?
"I have already thought about it. I will kill him during the rainy season."
"Even if I can't survive, I have to kill him."
"I have no choice. He keeps pestering me. I, I, he forces me to do this."
"I just want to live well and make my dad better."
"But why is it so difficult?"
“…I’m not wrong.”
"right?"
Gan Qi herself didn't understand why she said that.
This was something she had thought about a long time ago, and it was something that had to be done.
An Jiu looked at her silently, put his arm around her shoulders, and let her lean on his thin shoulders.
Anjiu's voice was gentle but firm.
"You are not wrong, they are wrong."
Gan Qi's body stiffened, his shoulders trembled, and finally he let out a low sob.
Anjiu raised his head slightly and looked at the gloomy sky in front of him.
Just cry, it will feel better after you vent.
Not everyone has the opportunity to cry.
Not everyone has the opportunity to ask others to verify whether something is right or wrong.
……
Anjiu took out a simple stove, put some dry firewood on it, flicked the lighter to light the fire, and then moved closer to ignite it.
Grandma was taking off Gan Qi's wet clothes, as his body was stiff due to the cold.
She lowered her red and swollen eyes, and under the guidance of her grandmother, she raised her arms and feet, and was then arranged to sit opposite the stove.
As if frightened by the orange-red light, she almost jumped up.
"It's a fire," Grandma consoled him, "Don't be afraid."
She opened her mouth, but no sound came out.
Anjiu looked back at her, took the wet clothes he had just changed into the empty room next door and wrung them out.
As for Pu Huai next door...he hasn't come back yet, maybe he's still fishing outside.
After returning home, An Jiu found the clothes he had collected earlier and picked out a small size and handed it to Gan Qi.
"Put them on first, don't catch a cold. I've washed these clothes, so they're clean."
Gan Qi's eyes were still a little straight. She said nothing and put it on silently.
Then he sat down again, staring at the blazing orange-red flames inside.
The water in the lunch box on the stove was bubbling. Anjiu didn't let grandma get up. Instead, he poured the boiling water into the teacup and bowl through her clothes.
Then put the fish that has been processed in advance on top and let grandma bake it.
Anjiu rolled up his sleeves, carried the net bag to the stove, and while warming himself by the fire, he processed the fish's internal organs.
No one spoke at home and the air was silent.
There were only the sounds of rain outside the window, the crackling of burning firewood, and the rustling of Anjiu working.
Everything seems so peaceful and comfortable.
The slow passage of time can speed up the healing of wounds.
Gan Qi watched and listened, and suddenly his confused heart calmed down.
She heard her own weak voice asking, "Anjiu...are you scared?"
Anjiu paused in killing the fish, turned around and looked at her silently.
Those seemingly calm eyes were filled with a lot of emotions.
"I'm scared, but what can I do? Life won't stop because of negative emotions." An Jiu lowered his head and continued to process the fish entrails, his voice was light, "If you let your emotions hold you back, your life will probably get worse and worse."
Then it enters a negative cycle.
"Everyone will wake up in the end anyway, so we might as well deal with it now before things get worse."
"As for emotions, if you pay attention to them, they will weigh heavily on you. If you ignore them, they will be like the wind, invisible and intangible. It all depends on the individual."
Gan Qi seemed to understand but not quite, and seemed to be thinking about something.
Grandma turned the fish over, which was roasted until golden and sizzling with oil, and a rich aroma of fish immediately wafted out.
"The water is a little cold. Drink some to warm yourself up."
Grandma picked up the teacup and placed it in her hand, saying, "It will all pass."
Cups made of glass cans are not heat-insulated. If you hold them for a long time, your palms will still get burned and turn red.
But Gan Qi couldn't bear to let go.
She was so cold that her whole body felt like it was soaked in ice water, and her hands and feet were completely numb.
Grandma held the bottom of the cup and handed it to her mouth. Gan Qi followed the force and lowered her head to take a sip.
A stream of warm water flowed down her body.
It slides all the way into the stomach, like a little sun, radiating heat.
She finally felt much better.
"Drink it, there's more after you finish it."
Grandma took a long scarf made from clean clothes and stuffed it into Gan Qi's hand.
Then he stood up, took the same long towel, covered Anjiu's head with it, and rubbed her wet hair gently.
Gan Qi watched and her eyes became dazed - if her father got better, he would probably wipe her hair like this too.
Even if she didn't, the men outside wouldn't stop her and bully her so easily...
"Grandma, I can do it myself."
A long scarf blocked Anjiu's eyes. She raised her hand and wiped them roughly, as long as her hair was not dripping with water.
"Don't burn the fish."
Grandma quickly sat back and turned the fish over.
The outermost surface was indeed a little burnt by the scorching fire.
She cried out "Ouch" and carefully used the tip of her chopsticks to remove the burnt layer - Anjiu had said that the burnt part should not be eaten as it would easily make you sick.
At this moment, there was a sudden burst of running in the corridor.
A few seconds later, a figure pushed open the iron door and rushed in, "Grandma! Xiaojiu... Hey, you're back?"
After An Jiu finished processing the fish in his hand, he looked up at the person who came and teased, "I knew it was you when I heard the running noise, Ji Zhenzhen, you must wear out two pairs of soles a month, right?"
Ji Zhenzhen grinned and laughed, "No way, I saved it, eh? This isn't--"
She looked at the girl sitting in front of the makeshift stove. She didn't recognize her at first because her face was covered by a long scarf.
An Jiu followed suit: "Gan Qi."
"Oh, yes, Gan Qi! Why are you here too?"
Ji Zhenzhen placed the net bag in front of Anjiu, then took off her wet clothes and skillfully found the clothes she had left under the bed and put them on.
Without waiting for anyone to answer, he picked up the wet clothes and went outside to wring out the water.
Grandma stood up and looked at the full net bag, praising: "You caught a lot of fish today. This child is really hardworking.
"She came to look for you in the afternoon. I told her you were not at home, and she refused to go out to do the mission. She insisted on waiting for you at home. No matter how I persuaded her, she would not listen.
"In the end, it was Captain Pu who got upset and kicked her out."
Ji Zhenzhen pushed the door open and walked in: "Grandma! I heard you whispering!"
Grandma smiled and sat down. "No, I was just praising you."
Anjiu opened the net bag she brought, and since his hands were already dirty, he helped her pick out the fish.
She said to Ji Zhenzhen: "You don't have to wait for me when I'm not around. Go down first. It's more important to complete the mission."
Ji Zhenzhen squeezed in next to her grandmother, took a deep breath, and said it smelled so good.
I have absolutely no intention of responding to Anjiu.