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When Zhang Jianjun was a teenager, he had the problem of using his hands.

By the age when he got married, this problem had developed into a pathological state and had to reach the state of "movement and oars to ashes".

Therefore, most of the time, he is no longer able to do it. He needs to use abnormal means to make himself barely happy. Moreover, the duration of maintenance is extremely short, making him feel like an illusion.

It is so short that it almost means nothing, and his emotions cannot be vented. He can only vent his emotions by tortureing the women he can get.

Wild flowers are not available at any time. With his virtue, no woman will approach him, and he can only torture his wife at home.

Imagine how Xiaohui got through those three years when encountering such a thing?

Xiaohui did not tell Yao Yuan how she spent those three years, but took out three tapes from the dressing table and put them in the tape recorder, so that Yao Yuan could listen to it himself.

That was Zhang Jianjun who was drunk and recalling his so-called wonderful days.

This guy has become completely perverted and has used many unpleasant language to describe the many scenes of his torture of Xiaohui and his feelings at that time.

Yao Yuan never thought that there was such a non-human game in this world that he could do such a non-human thing.

And these things were even more miserable than what he had heard from the resistance in the past. Xiaohui suffered.

Not only on Xiaohui, what he described in the tape, under Xiaohui's guidance, to other women whom he threatened and surrendered were also terrifying.

Yao Yuan only listened to a tape, and for only about half an hour, he couldn't listen anymore, so he reached out and turned off the recorder.

Xiaohui's bedroom was in a long-term tranquility.

This tortured humiliation is something that Xiaohui is unwilling to recall or hear again. This is not only a torture to the body, but also an extreme insult to personality and spirit.

Just letting Xiaohui watch him and other women do things outside the window. As his wife, this humiliation was great enough. But this was just a small witch, and even more humiliation that was not human and could not be described in words, waiting for Xiaohui.

Such a person is not to be cherished!

Yao Yuan stood up, picked up all three tapes, threw them on the ground, stomped them with his feet, and then said softly: "This person is dead, you have a new life for yourself. Forget it, Hui'er?"

Xiaohui's tears were flowing out at some point.

After hearing Yao Yuan say this, she shook her head with difficulty and said, "I want to forget, and I want to never remember it again. But as long as this person is alive for one day, I will never forget it! He must die! Otherwise, I will die!"

Yao Yuan walked over slowly and handed her a towel beside the bed.

Xiaohui didn't take the towel, but was still crying there.

Yao Yuan had no choice but to squat down, wipe her tears, and whispered: "Hui'er, I don't blame you anymore. This matter has passed, so don't mention it again in the future."

Xiaohui sat by the bed without moving, and let Yao Yuan wipe her tears, but the tears became more and more.

Yao Yuan thought about it and had to stand up and hug her in his arms.

Xiaohui hugged his waist and said, "Brother, I am a dirty woman, so you dislike me and don't want me, right?"

Yao Yuan said: "Hui'er, don't think too much, I don't have that kind of thought. In my heart, you are the purest and holiest woman, holy than any woman!"

Xiaohui cried and said, "I don't believe it. If you think so in your heart, you will not reject me."

Yao Yuan couldn't answer this.

At this time, if he talks about resistance, Xiaohui will probably be even more sad.

He had to say, "Hui'er, you're too tired, have a good rest, and when you wake up, you'll be fine."

Xiaohui hugged him tightly and said, "You are leaving again, aren't you allowed to leave? You can only sleep if you accompany me."

Yao Yuan hesitated for a moment, and with a cruel heart, he hugged Xiaohui and fell on the bed. But he just hugged her and tried hard to think about other things to interfere with his body's desire for the beautiful woman in his arms.

The breath of Xiaohui's body continued to spread to his nostrils, making him feel itchy and almost unable to control it.

Xiaohui still wanted to move around, but Yao Yuan hugged her tightly, making her unable to move, and said in a coaxing voice:

"Hui'er, even if there is anything between us, it's not today. We are just confused like this, which is disrespect for you. That will make me feel that I am the same as that beast, and there is no difference. Do you understand?"

Xiaohui shook her head and said, "I don't understand, I don't understand. I am willing to be with you. Only with you can I feel that I am still a woman. If you don't dislike me, don't reject me like this!"

No matter what Xiaohui said, Yao Yuan kept her tightly so tightly and did not allow her to move.

Gradually, Xiaohui stopped moving, slowly breathed evenly, and actually fell asleep.

People say that men's arms are a natural warm harbor for women, which makes sense.

Women are animals born with insecurity, especially women like Xiaohui who have suffered suffering will be awakened by nightmares every night.

Once the man she likes is hugged into her arms and entered that warm harbor, she will instantly feel extremely safe, extremely happy, and soon enter a sweet dream.

This sleep was the most comfortable and comfortable sleep that Xiaohui had ever had ever slept.

When she woke up, Yao Yuan was no longer by her side. This made her feel extremely disappointed.

However, Yao Yuan was willing to hold her and fall asleep. She was getting closer and closer to the goal of becoming his woman, and she still felt happiness.

When Zhang Jianguo finally had time to rush back, Zhang Jianjun's grave was already covered with weeds.

That day, Da Yuzi was wearing a dark red wool sweater and a light white suit and trousers. He warmly greeted the guests in the store, and Zhang Jianguo walked in slowly.

Unlike Zhang Jianjun, Zhang Jianguo is taller and stronger than him. He wore a light gray windbreaker and a pair of shining leather shoes under his feet. This outfit is obviously different from those of the northerners.

Seeing Zhang Jianguo, the smile on Dajuzi's original face froze on her face, and stood behind the service desk motionlessly, watching Zhang Jianguo slowly approach her.

It was not until Zhang Jianguo stood in front of her that she said, "When will I come back?"

Zhang Jianguo said lightly: "I got off the train last night and endured it all night in the waiting room and just came here."

Big Orange said, "You came last night, why didn't you come here directly?" Then he shut up.

Zhang Jianjun is gone, and she is the only one in the store. My brother-in-law is indeed not suitable for coming here at this time.

Zhang Jianguo didn't say anything about this matter, just said, "If you have ever had a chance, take me to see my brother's cemetery."

At this time, Dajuzi was too busy and had hired a girl to be a salesperson. She called the girl over, told her a few instructions, and took Zhang Jianguo away.

Zhang Jianjun's cemetery is on a barren mountain far from the city. It is a wasteland bought by Big Orange from nearby rural areas. It is surrounded by stone mountains that do not even grow trees, with only some weeds growing.

At this moment, the new grass has just sprouted, and the old grass has already withered and yellow. Looking around, it looks desolate.

Dajuzi took Zhang Jianguo and walked for more than two hours before coming to the cemetery. In a valley formed by the ends of the two mountains, there was only a small, lonely grave. Many weeds on the grave had already emerged from the old tall tree.

When he left the city, Zhang Jianguo bought some tributes for burning paper. At this moment, he lit a scent of incense in front of Zhang Jianjun's tomb, put the tributes open, and burned the burning paper aside, found a branch, and fiddled with the burning paper that had already been raised, so that the burning paper would penetrate.

He squatted there, doing all this silently, never saying a word.

Big Orange stood motionlessly not far behind him, and did not say a word.

From taking the bus to the foot of the mountain, and then climbing the mountain to here, they had almost no communication, let alone any topics about Zhang Jianjun. They just walked here silently, and Da Orange pointed to the grave and said, "It's there."

It was not until the incense of the pole burned to the end and the paper burned, the big oranges passed by, trying to help Zhang Jianguo pack up the tribute.

Zhang Jianguo said: "Let it be here, I won't take it back."

Big Orange stopped.

Zhang Jianguo looked around and pointed to a relatively flat stone not far away and said, "Let's go there to sit?"

Dajuzi watched Zhang Jianguo sit on the stone, and followed him and sat down on a stone not far away from him.

Seeing Da Orange sitting down, Zhang Jianguo said, "The letters our father wrote to me are all slogans and preachings, and I basically don't understand them very well. I only know what the reason was that my brother arrested the Public Security Bureau? I haven't figured it out yet.

At that time, I had just taken over a large company and had too many things to consider.

But not long after, you took a telegram and said that my brother was sentenced to death and would be subject to public trial soon.

I was a little confused at that time. My brother is a timid man, and he does a lot of bad things, but he doesn't have the courage to do bad things."

Speaking of this, he asked Dajuzi: "Can you tell me what the hell is my brother sentenced to death?"

Big Orange looked at Zhang Jianguo and it was hard to say, because she was also one of the victims of Zhang Jianjun's crimes.

Since Zhang Jianjun was arrested, Zhang Shuncai has been talking nonsense, his mouth full of quotes. I guess he wrote more of these things to Zhang Jianguo, and it would be strange if Zhang Jianguo could see it clearly.

After thinking for a long time, Dajuzi replied to Zhang Jianguo: "It's nothing big, it's just that, it's just that, it's just that with some women, and it just happens to be cracking down on me. If it's not, it's a bad luck."

Zhang Jianguo still felt confused and asked Dajuzi: "Can you tell me a little more clearly? I still don't understand if you say this."

Dajuzi thought for a long time and had to say, "Do you still remember that in the winter of 1975, the factory was fighting against the February countercurrent?"

Zhang Jianguo nodded and said, "I know this, what's wrong?"

Dajuzi said: "At that time, many women were wearing waist-clothing and chicken legs and pants, and even the sewing machine for making this was confiscated. At that time, wasn't Jianjun the deputy chief of the security department? He was in charge of this matter."

Zhang Jianguo has memory of this. At that time, his father used the spirit of instructions from above to prepare to deal with Yao Dasha, intending to take Yao Dasha in one fell swoop, and from then on, he completely determined his parents' case, but he felt a little worried.

At that time, Zhang Jianguo was still young and didn't support his father in doing such a vicious thing. Zhang Shuncai was discussing with Zhang Jianjun and carrying Zhang Jianguo on his back.
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