My Mute Wife

On the second floor corridor, Alan strides to the door of the master bedroom.

There was no movement at all inside.

Jack had already given the information to Lexie today, and she clearly knew the truth. He thought that Lexie would find him today, apologize to him, and then they would make up.

I didn’t expect Lexie to be able to sleep peacefully and not react at all.

The fire suddenly rushed up.

“Click”, with the smell of alcohol, Alan directly unscrewed the door.

“Lexie!”

The house was empty, the sound of ‘clattering’ water came, and Alan’s face changed abruptly when he saw the water at his feet, spilling out from under the bathroom door.

“Lexie!” He rushed to the bathroom door, only to find it unlocked.

After two feet kicked open the door panel, a glance at the body lying in the bathtub, the bathtub water is still diffusing out, mixed with scarlet blood, the sink is a blood-stained dagger, the blood has solidified.

Lexie is no longer conscious, her head outside the edge of the tub, her look is actually peaceful.

The entire left wrist is submerged in water, and the silky blood is still seeping out.

In an instant, Alan’s brain ‘buzzed’ exploded, cold eyes almost seeped blood, ‘clattered’ picked her up from the bathtub, rushed outside and yelled, “Someone, prepare the car! ”

Without saying a word, Alan carried Lexie downstairs while shouting, “Get the car ready! Go to the hospital!”

He never expected that Lexie would slit her wrists and kill herself.

She loathes herself to such an extent that she would rather die than say a half-hearted word to herself and live under the same roof as herself.

Lexie had a dream.

That gentle and virtuous back turned her back on her own dream for twenty whole years, and now slowly turned around, her long hair hanging over her shoulder, revealing a warm smile, a shallow pear swirl on her lips, “Linda, didn’t I tell you to stay at home with grandma? How come you followed your mother up to the mountains again?”

“Mom, it’s too boring at home, so Linda wants to follow her mother to the mountains to collect medicine.”

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“Mmm!”

“Does Linda like to pick medicine?”

“Like.”

“Then how about mommy teaching Linda a song about medicine picking?”

“Yes!”

Lexie’s lips buzzed, and although she could not make a sound, the memory of those children’s songs suddenly became unmistakable, and the name of each herb echoed in her ears.

“Mom, aren’t we going to pick medicine today?”

“Linda, we have guests at home, mommy has something to say to this uncle, go out and play for a while, grandma is in the back of the mountain, okay?”

“Good!”

“Linda, look how smoke is coming out of there? Is it on fire?”

“Brother you go, just run over this hill and you’ll get out!”

“What about you?”

“I have to go back and tell everyone!”

“No way! I’m going back with you!”

A familiar female voice came from beside her, it was Rose’s voice, “Call the doctor, the wife is awake.”

Lexie gradually comes to her senses, she remembers what her mother looked like, how she became a mute, the man with the scar on his forehead, and the fire in Laoshan that started in her thatched hut!

Her ears were all buzzing, interspersed with the sounds of a childhood she had forgotten for over twenty years.

Suddenly the words that grandma once said rang in my ears, “Memories don’t disappear, one day you’ll get them back.”

The children’s song taught by my mother, the origin of the Laoshan fire, and the little brother who was hidden in the cellar.

She remembered it all.

Alan was the little brother back then.

She saved Alan’s life, so what?

Alan had treated her like an enemy and tortured her for so long.

The origin of the fire is still the Mitchell family, round and round, it is not clear who saved who, and who owes who.