Zhang Yang and Chen Rong fled overnight, as if this could shake off the shadows behind them.
Mrs. Zhang was completely unaware. Early the next morning, she was awakened by the fierce knocking on the door outside. She reached out to touch the bed beside her, cold, untouched by anyone.
The little sleepiness she had left was startled awake at once.
The old man in her house hadn't come back all night.
Mrs. Zhang felt a growing panic in her heart, and before she could think more, she was drawn to the loud noise outside.
"Zhang Cuihua, your old man had an accident..."
Mrs. Zhang was shocked, hurriedly pulling the door open, "No, no, don't talk nonsense. My old man is fine."
"The Village Secretary asked me to find you. Hurry, take some money and go into town. Your old man rolled down the slope with his car in the middle of the night. He was only discovered this morning, and it seems he might not be doing well...."
