Zhang Qian was so frightened that her hands trembled and the key fell to the ground.
It was Xiaozhi who bent down and picked up the key, crying with red eyes, and said, "Dad, grandma fell to the ground, I want to open the door."
"Yes, Sun Ming." Zhang Qian also stood up quickly and explained to her son and husband, "Xiao Zhi just came upstairs and said that there was blood on Mom's body. Go and open the door and take a look. Don't let anything happen."
Sun Ming frowned after hearing this, looked at Xiao Zhi and asked, "Did you see blood on grandma's body?"
Xiao Zhi nodded: "...Yes."
Sun Ming continued to ask: "It was so dark in the room, how did you see blood on grandma's body outside the door?"
Xiao Zhi showed a panic on his face and changed his words: "I didn't see it, I heard grandma say so."
At this moment, Lin Yanyan and Ye Lu couldn't bear it anymore.
Although neither of them knew what was going on, each one was angrier than the other.
Ye Lu said directly: "You are such a weird person. They said your mother was in trouble, but you didn't rush to check the situation. Are you interrogating the criminal here? You don't even believe what your own son said?"
This was the first time that Shang Lu and his group had stepped onto the third floor in a week.
Because she had been staying here for the past few days and had gotten along well with Sun Ming, she was too embarrassed to criticize him and could only express her agreement with what Ye Lu said in this way.
Apart from the actors and the photographers who followed them, even the director and assistant director did not catch up. Instead, they were followed by some staff members that Shang Lu had never seen before, who almost protected them in the middle.
Such a reason can barely fool other people. Even if most people find it a bit strange, it is not convenient to dig into the matter in someone else's home.
[Why do I feel that this family is a little strange? The son doesn’t seem to be very worried about his mother]
Netizens also couldn't understand it.
Sun Ming turned around and continued to walk upstairs, saying calmly, "It's convenient. Come up if you want to see it."
Sun Ming turned around and looked at them. "My mother's legs are not good. She fell off the bed. Do you have any questions?"
Xiao Zhi was slightly stunned, but still opened his hands obediently.
Sun Ming replied: "My mother was not in a good mental state. The cup must have broken and she fell down and got scared. She wanted to say water, but the child misheard."
Soon, Sun Ming opened the door, walked in and turned on the light.
The director smiled and said, "If it's inconvenient..."
Shang Lu looked at Song Zeqian, asking him with his eyes what was going on.
[+1 in the previous part, I was anxious but he was not]
A very thin old man was lying on the ground, with broken glass beside him, holding his leg and mumbling, "It hurts... it hurts."
The old lady who was originally lying quietly on the bed suddenly struggled to get up. When she stood up with her back hunched, her legs were still shaking, but she stretched out a hand towards Xiao Zhi: "Hand..."
Lin Yanyan nodded desperately.
Song Zeqian suddenly asked, "Didn't you say there was bleeding? Where is it?"
But the boy was still a little cowardly after all. He did not refute his father's words but avoided Song Zeqian's gaze and just bent down to pick up the glass fragments on the ground.
It was too easy to agree.
No, that's the problem.
Song Zeqian naturally did not answer. He just gestured for Shang Lu to stand behind him, and the group walked upstairs.
The implication is that you've seen it all, there's no need to stay here any longer.
At first glance, although the furniture was a bit old, the old man was wearing relatively new clothes, the house was clean, and there were two bags of newly bought milk powder and some fruits on the bedside table, and even a box of household solid incense.
Song Zeqian looked at Xiaozhi.
Zhang Qian breathed a sigh of relief: "I'm glad Mom is okay, I'm glad Mom is okay."
This is the only solid perfume in the whole house, probably to cover up other smells.
The house lit up.
These are not staff members, but bodyguards arranged by Song Zeqian and the program team to protect their personal safety.
Unlike the scene of abuse she had imagined, it was clean and comfortable, and indeed a very suitable place for recuperation.
Sun Ming walked over, bent down, picked up the old woman from the ground, put her back on the bed, and said in a worried voice, "Mom, why are you so careless?"
Sun Ming stopped and said, "Everyone continue working, I can go up by myself."
Naturally, others wanted to follow suit.
Song Zeqian shook his head slightly at the director, signaling him not to push too hard.
Sun Ming went upstairs.
Because Lin Yanyan and Ye Lu looked too anxious, and they both seemed very worried about the situation upstairs, they dispelled some of Sun Ming's doubts.
The village chief had told them before that his wife could only speak a few words after she developed mental problems, so it seemed normal that they heard it wrong.
The old man obviously has bad teeth and needs to eat rice with soup, but the bedside table is filled with pears and apples, and the bags of milk powder are brand new and unopened, just for show.
Grandma took the glass fragments from his hand, then blew on his hand gently, her eyes fell on the scar on the palm of his hand with concern, and then her legs could no longer support her and she fell back to sit on the bed.
The director said, "This is also our job. Our filming will not affect you. Just do what you need to do. And we can help you if anything goes wrong."
But the scene inside the house was completely different from what she had imagined.
The scar was obvious, even ugly, like a twisted worm.
Zhang Qian explained to them: "The child was young and ignorant. A few years ago, when he was delivering food to his grandmother, he broke a bowl and bled a lot. After that, when he delivered food to his grandmother, he would not eat anything in a bowl and would only eat in a bowl that would not break."
Xiao Zhi lowered his head and looked at the scar on the palm of his hand.
He remembered that day, his grandfather, who was sitting at the dinner table drinking and eating meat, blamed him for wasting the bowl, while his grandmother, who had lost her only bowl of rice and soup and was about to starve, only cared about whether he was in pain.
That's why grandma was so nervous when she saw him touch the glass again, and she had to stand up to take away the glass fragments even though her legs were inconvenient.
At this moment, Lin Yanyan's voice also rang out: "I saw it! Blood! There is blood behind her!"
This was the original arrangement between Song Zeqian and Xiaozhi.
Let Xiaozhi find an opportunity to sprinkle plasma on the old woman, and then take her to the hospital on the pretext of abnormal bleeding.
However, due to the layout of the house, they were unable to see the plasma when Sun Ming picked up the old man.
Song Zeqian's proactive question was a hint for Xiaozhi to go and "look for it", but because he was cowardly he did not respond just now.
Fortunately, the old man was so worried about his grandson that he tried to stand up, and everything returned to the original plan.
Sun Ming didn't quite believe it, so he helped his mother stand up again to check the situation.
Zhang Qian's voice was also filled with fear: "Blood? There is really a lot of blood. What should I do?"
Sun Ming frowned and said, "You stay at home and watch over him. I'll go to the next village to find a doctor."
Jiang Jing didn't know the truth, but looking at the large amount of blood behind the old man, she was still worried: "We can't see this at home. We have to go to the hospital for a check-up. The old man's health can't be joked with."
Xiaozhi's voice followed and he also said, "Dad, send grandma to the hospital. She looks really miserable."
Sun Ming raised his hand and slapped Xiao Zhi on the face. The man who usually looked gentle became a little irritable at this moment: "What does a child know? It's just a small problem."
Sun Ming said this, but at this moment he didn't dare to leave the house.
Because he was afraid that after he left, his son would want to take his mother to the hospital, and there were so many outsiders here, and his weak wife would be unable to stop him.
The feeling of uneasiness grew stronger, and the situation seemed to be at a stalemate.
The old man sitting on the bed looked at Xiaozhi and started crying.
She tried to get up but failed this time. When she fell to the ground, the glass pierced her palm and blood flowed out.
But she wanted to get up from the ground again as if she was unaware of the pain.
Xiao Zhi immediately squatted down and said, "Grandma, I'm here, I'm here."
The grandmother reached out her uninjured hand and stroked the side of her grandson's face where he was beaten. Her eyes were filled with heartache as she repeated, "No... No... "
Although she only said these two words, Xiaozhi understood what she meant.
If she doesn't go to the hospital, he should stop being stubborn with his father and stop getting beaten.
Grandma's mental state is not good most of the time, but she always cares about him.
At this moment, he saw Song Zeqian standing far away in the crowd. The other party had an indifferent expression, but he said: The only chance.
He had an agreement with this uncle.
That was the first day they came to his house. He took Song Zeqian to the room, and the other party told him that he was the helper his uncle had found and briefly told him about the plan.
Song Zeqian looked at him like this at the time, and said directly: "I didn't charge your uncle a penny. I came to help you just by chance. I have arranged everything. I just need you to convince your father to agree to send grandma to the hospital on the same day, and she will be safe.
I know you have a weak character like your mother, but if you can't do it, I am an outsider and I can't save her. This is your only chance, and mine. "
That day, he took the plasma given by Song Zeqian back to his room and was so excited that he couldn't sleep all night.
But now, he still can't do anything
Looking at his mother who was about to cry out of fear standing behind his gloomy-faced father, the young boy's patience was almost at its limit.
It's so disgusting.
Whether it's his father or grandfather.
He didn't want to... and definitely couldn't become like them.
This is not family, absolutely not.
I have to make my father give in, let my grandmother go to the hospital, and escape from here.
Xiaozhi knew his father too well, and he knew that no matter how much he cried or begged, it would be of no use.
If it weren't for the huge difference in numbers, my father might have chased away all the uncles and aunts who were taking pictures.
Moreover, after this incident, my father will become suspicious and will be more vigilant next time.
There really is no second chance.
Then there is only one way. If he is injured and his injury is very serious and he needs to go to the hospital immediately, then he can take his grandmother to the hospital with him.
Xiao Zhi looked at the ground beside him, where the broken glass pieces mixed with the blood from his grandmother's hand fell to the ground again. He mustered up his courage and picked up the largest piece of glass.
Insert it into your own □□.
He remembered that his grandfather once said when he was bathing him that this was the most important thing for a man.
Only when it is in good condition can a man use it to find a woman to have children and continue the family line.
When my grandfather said this, he was very happy and told him that he would buy him a more beautiful wife in the future and that he must give birth to a big fat son.
Later, my grandfather scolded my father, saying that he was injured because of his incompetence, and it was a good thing that he was born, otherwise their family would have been extinct.
In rural areas, continuing the family line is of paramount importance.
Grandpa has other sons, but dad only has him.
As long as he is injured here, my father will not be able to have children again, so he will definitely be sent to the hospital.
Blood flowed out from his light-colored sweatpants. Everyone present fell silent, and it seemed that no one reacted to what had happened for a moment.
Even the pair of sunglasses that Song Zeqian was slowly turning in his hand fell directly to the ground because of his pause.
There was even a photographer who was so stunned that he dropped his camera.
No one had ever seen such a scene before, and there was complete silence.
Lin Yanyan was so scared that she choked on her own saliva. She even looked at the staff: What the hell is this new prank game
The live broadcast room is also full of question marks at this moment.
[？ ？ ？]
What is going on
[This is the first time I’ve seen this kind of scene in my life. What is this doing?]
[Although I don’t understand, I feel a phantom pain in my limb]
[What show did I watch today?]
[Is this real? It must be an act...]
[Is this the legendary saying that one must castrate oneself before practicing divine skills? ]
[I still don't understand what happened. Why is everyone in this family so weird? ]
The old man's crying sounded again.
Zhang Qian cried even louder. She was so scared that her limbs went limp. "What are you doing? What are you doing..."
Song Zeqian reacted first and said, "Take our car and drive quickly to the hospital now. There may still be hope."
Sun Ming's face turned pale as he stepped forward to carry his son on his back, but after a moment of hesitation, he picked him up and squeezed out two words from between his teeth: "Lead the way."
Their family doesn't have a car, so if they want timely treatment they can only trouble these people.
Song Zeqian followed him downstairs and said, "Ye Lu, carry the old man down and go to the hospital together."
"Ah? Okay." Ye Lu's brain could not keep up with the development of the plot, which could now be described as magical, but he still listened to Song Zeqian's arrangements and carried the old man on his back.
As a result, everyone noticed a strong stench on the old man's body, and no one knew how long it had been since he had taken a bath.
This is probably the purpose of aromatherapy in the house.
But Ye Lu didn't dislike it, he just said: "Grandma, please hold me tight, don't fall down."
Grandma Sun was crying at first, but she calmed down after Ye Lu coaxed her, "Let's go find your grandson."
The group rushed to the nearest women and children's hospital.
Sun Ming also suggested going to a clinic in a town, but Song Zeqian asked him coldly: "Are you really not worried that your son will be disabled in that kind of place?"
Only then did Sun Ming calm down.
It's like a farce.
#Rural boy self-harmed during the recording of "The Most Hated Her and Him"# directly topped the hot search list.
Especially because Xiao Zhi injured that specific part of the body, it aroused discussions among countless netizens.
Basically, any netizen who watched the live broadcast could understand Xiaozhi's motives for his behavior, so some people began to dig deeper into the behavior behind it.
Some netizens kept replaying the live broadcast and found that when the grandmother stood up, her wrist was exposed and there was a circle of scars on it.
Everything went just as Song Zeqian had arranged.
As long as they can come to the hospital, given Grandma Sun's physical condition, years of malnutrition and too many diseases to count on one hand, she will only be arranged to be hospitalized for treatment and wait for the results of a more comprehensive examination report.
In a place like this, with so many eyes watching, not to mention the program crew's cameras filming, the hospital will also take this opportunity to positively publicize and express its responsibility to the patient and will not let Grandma Sun leave at will.
Xiao Zhi's behavior fermented the public opinion on the Internet to a level that they had never expected. The hot search directly followed the word "explosive" within half an hour.
Right at this moment.
The second son of the Sun family, who had run away from home for five years, also stood up and posted a Weibo post. In a video, he choked up and held up his ID card to report his father's suspected crime of human trafficking. He talked about his sisters who were killed at birth and his countless brothers who were sold, only a few of whom he could still remember to which families they were sold.
Since he was young, he saw his mother like a child-bearing machine. Every brother and sister was taken away and never came back. His father thought that leaving two sons to carry on the family line was enough.
Not only his mother, but also his brother's wife were all bought. When his father said that he was old enough and it was time for him to get married and asked him what kind of wife he wanted to buy, he finally couldn't stand it anymore and packed his bags and fled from home one night.
Although the second son is two years younger, he looks more weathered than his eldest brother Sun Ming. No one knows what kind of life he has been leading these years. He has to choke for a long time before he can continue speaking.
Netizens were shocked, and many people could not imagine that such a thing still existed in today's society.
[So this is human trafficking? Wow, I'm shocked]
[How many times do I have to say that buying and selling are equally guilty?]
[Not only did he buy them, his father, the village chief, also sold many children, and completely treated his wife as a tool to be sold for giving birth to children...]
The internet was instantly in an uproar over this incident, and countless bloggers stood up and began to dig up every detail about this family since they hated this live broadcast since they were young. The more they read, the weirder it seemed.
Another netizen took the initiative to expose the information, saying that he was from this village and that there were more than one cases of human trafficking in the village. The village chief was the "ringleader" and the biggest supporter of this black industry in the village. He even introduced a "blind cheap wife" to his neighbors.
One stone can cause a thousand ripples.
This incident naturally aroused public indignation, and countless netizens tagged the official Weibo account of the imperial capital police, demanding a thorough investigation to find out how many such incidents had occurred in the village.
And at this moment, outside the ward.
They are not the protagonists of the camera today.
Shang Lu and Song Zeqian sat on chairs at the corner, which was a blind spot for shooting.
"Let Xiao Zhi do that to force Sun Ming to come to the hospital, and grandma will be safe in the hospital. The second son will come forward to report it, and public opinion will ferment thoroughly. With so many eyes watching, the police will be informed, and the public will be the best supervisor." Shang Lu counted every step of Song Zeqian's plan on his fingers, and then he sighed: "Besides, everyone has seen such scenes with their own eyes now, really knows the truth, and has experienced these things with their own eyes. It's hard not to act realistically."
The others basically just understood what was happening now, and they were all standing not far away with their eyes wide open like bells.
Song Zeqian did not deny it, but just raised his head slightly and closed his eyes, saying: "Xiaozhi's ring was not in my plan. I just asked him to find a way to convince his father, crying or something."
He really didn't expect that the cowardly child would have the courage to do this and be willing to do it for his grandmother.
However, because Xiaozhi was really timid, he was still scared when he really stabbed the glass, so the glass missed the target and landed on the root of the thigh. It just looked like an injury there, but it didn't really have any impact.
Song Zeqian murmured again: "Sure enough, no matter how many times, I still don't want to see suffering."
If you see too much, it will be difficult to be happy in life.
Just like his father, who was once a mediocre documentary director. Because he saw too many things like this, he became increasingly negative and depressed, and finally chose to end his young life.
Song Zeqian used to find it incomprehensible, but later, after seeing more, he gradually began to understand that feeling.
It is endless empathy and unstoppable pain. When you see too many dark corners in the world, you will feel more uneasy when standing in the light because of the unknown.
This is also one of the reasons why he habitually wears sunglasses.
Living in "darkness" forever will make him feel more at ease, and it can help him judge and think more calmly.
However, because the scene was so shocking, his sunglasses fell into the room on the third floor and he didn't pick them up.
Song Zeqian opened his eyes tiredly, but felt something covering his eyes.
Shang Lu covered Song Zeqian's eyes with his handkerchief and said seriously, "If you don't want to face something, you can take a break. It's not shameful."
Song Zeqian sneered: "What a twisted theory."
Three minutes later.
A quarrel was heard not far away, and it seemed to be Sun Ming's voice.
"I want to take my mother home. What right do you have to stop me?"
"I knew you were all bad people. If my father hadn't been blinded by money, how could he have let you come to my house?"
"Are you going to release him or not? If not, I'll call the police. My uncle works at the police station!"
The man who they thought could be described as taciturn was now talking one sentence after another, not giving others a chance to speak.
Song Zeqian took off the handkerchief and returned it to Shang Lu, then stood up and said, "Let's go and see what's going on."
In the ward.
Grandma Sun held the doctor's hand tightly and kept saying, "I... I..."
The more anxious you are, the less you can speak.
Sun Ming was even more impatient. After making sure his son's vitals were not injured, he wanted to leave immediately: "My mother has mental problems, did you know that? Did you see that? She can't even speak clearly. You can't bully her like this. What do you want to do to a lunatic?"
Grandma Sun reached out her hand tremblingly and picked up the glass of water on the table.
The nurse thought she wanted to drink some water, so she quickly helped her to hold it up: "Be careful."
Then they watched as Grandma Sun picked up the cup and smashed it against the wall.
The cup broke into two, and she grabbed the edge of the broken cup, blood flowing down her fingertips.
She hunched over and wrote three words on the snow-white bedside table with her bloody hands:
I'm not crazy.
(End of this chapter)