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On July 20, 2001, the weather was oppressively hot. It had been more than ten days since I returned. During this time, I had thought a lot. I had made up my mind.
Early this morning, I went to the county town to take care of some matters and stopped by a small tavern in the town for a few glasses of cheap liquor. The alcohol temporarily helped me forget my troubles, but it also clouded my mind.
On my way back to the village, I stumbled along, but my thoughts were clear. I needed to go back and pack my things. Yes, I had finally decided to leave this "home" where I had lived for seventeen years. Perhaps starting over was the best choice.
But just as I pushed open the wooden door, Gui Lao San was sitting in the yard with his shotgun in hand, his face dark and terrifying. Wen Huaxiang and Chen Qingzhang stood beside him, their expressions complicated.
"Is it you who reported me about the shotgun?" Gui Lao San roared as soon as he saw me, his eyes red like a furious bull.
Then it dawned on me what was happening. Apparently, Gui Lao San had been notified by the police station that he needed to surrender his shotgun, and he believed I was the one who reported him. In truth, I had no idea about any of this, but who would believe me?
"It has nothing to do with me," I said wearily.
"Bullshit!" Gui Lao San shot up angrily. "Who else could it be but you? You pathetic worm, jealous because someone dumped you!"
My anger ignited instantly. I stepped forward and pointed at his nose, shouting, "What do you think you are? Coming into my home and acting like this!"
"Your home?" Gui Lao San sneered, glancing at Wen Huaxiang and Chen Qingzhang. "I think this old brother here is the real owner of this place."
Our argument escalated into mutual insults. The alcohol fueled my words, and I said many hurtful things. Gui Lao San didn't back down either; he even threatened to break my legs.
Throughout the whole process, Wen Huaxiang and Chen Qingzhang consistently sided with Gui Lao San, occasionally interjecting to defend him.
"You've had too much to drink, Dong Li," Wen Huaxiang said with a frown. "Stop causing a scene and go rest inside."
Her tone was filled with impatience.
After seventeen years of dedication, I couldn't even get a fair word from her?
In the end, Gui Lao San turned to leave, throwing down a parting threat: "This isn't over!"
I stumbled into the house, feeling dizzy and disoriented.
Wen Huaxiang handed me a cup of tea, her face betraying no emotion.
"Drink some tea to sober up," she said coldly before walking out, leaving me alone in the dim room.
I lifted the cup and gulped down a few sips. The tea was slightly bitter but carried an odd taste I couldn't quite place.
Before long, I began to feel weak all over; darkness crept in at the edges of my vision, and dizziness washed over me.
My heart raced, and sweat rolled down my forehead.
This feeling was wrong—definitely wrong!
"Poisoned!" A horrifying thought exploded in my mind.
I struggled to stand, bracing myself against the wall to steady my body.
Could it be... had Wen Huaxiang poisoned the tea?
Did they want to kill me, to eliminate this troublesome person?
Thoughts churned in my mind.
My brain was in chaos: they wanted me dead!
Seventeen years of effort only to end up like this?
I couldn't just die like this!
I swayed my way to the kitchen and grabbed a kitchen knife.
If I was going to die, I wouldn't let those who harmed me have an easy time!
I gripped the knife tightly and staggered out of the house. My vision was starting to blur, but I could faintly see Wen Huaxiang and Chen Qingzhang in the yard.
"Do you want to poison me? I'll fight you to the end!" I shouted.
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