Chapter 46: The Flower of Darkness and the Three Months of Green Beans

  The people gathered outside the execution ground were bustling about like a fair, and those who knew something about it were discussing the matter. The Chinese have always loved to watch excitement, and where there are more people, there will be even more people. "I heard that this family is surnamed Kang, originally rice merchants from Yangzhou, because they joined the revolutionary party, they met with this disaster..."

  "Yes, it's really a debt of fate. Selling rice is all they do, but because they provided food for the revolutionary party, now they're in such a miserable state." "What a pity about their rice, it was all white and fragrant... From now on, we..." "As I said, having no money is actually good fortune... I heard her daughter is even a murderer." "No way, look at that girl's face, who knows how much suffering she endured in prison?"

  Circle after circle of onlookers packed the courtroom, countless people - men and women, old and young - pointing at her with their fingers, each face seemingly expressing curiosity and bewilderment towards the Kang family.

  Kang Wanwan's neck was wrapped in a thick scarf, a gift from Shen Shuxian. Her face was as pale as a dead person, and she didn't look far from death either. The sleeves of her prisoner uniform were particularly long, covering her wrists which had been crippled by the shackles.

  The ears can still hear, these discussions make it bitter smile, perhaps they are right, the common people rarely bring disaster to their families, having no money is not necessarily a bad thing, and having money is not necessarily a good thing. Kang Mi's shoulder was lashed with rope, leaving blood marks, she wanted to find someone in the crowd, at this moment, she only wanted to see one person, on the last journey of life, it would be fine if she could see him? Can't they really save each other? The indifference between people is even colder than the cold wind.

  The cold wind, like a tile, scraped against his face with a rough and painful sensation. Kang had been kneeling for half an hour already, his knees were numb, the hole in his throat let in the wind, which poured directly into his heart.

  I just want it all to end soon, but the elderly parents and those innocent people, as well as the concubine's children are very innocent.

  The prisoner's uniform was a pale white, with the character for "death" written on the back. Kang Weiwei's half-rotten face had completely fallen apart, with several small maggots poking their heads out of the holes and wriggling frantically, while a mixture of yellow and red pus flowed from the cavities, his hair was matted with blood and gore, and his face was smeared with filth, the very picture of a condemned man. Kang Shengyan and his family were bound by five ropes, waiting for their final moment to arrive.

  Last night was unusually cold, and no one used punishment. She couldn't speak anymore. Was Shen Shuxian wrong about herself or did she trust others too much? In fact, no matter what, Kang Miao would not betray others for her own survival. Who is not afraid of death? It's best if she can save herself. Everyone is selfish.

  Kang Wanwan could no longer bear it, and even writing a will was beyond her power. If not for the official errand that had shaken her awake with great force this morning, she might have slept all the way to the Yellow Springs Road. Now, kneeling again, she was propping herself up with difficulty, swaying back and forth, her frail neck and back straightening as much as possible, determined to die beautifully if she must die.

  Can't believe anyone? Maybe, but as long as he appears once, his eyes are still rolling, still indifferent and cold, with a smile. Laughing at this world.

  "We're all going to die, and you're still smiling." Someone in the crowd muttered, a tomato was thrown over, splattering everywhere, with a sour taste on his lips, he licked it.

  Death is imminent - Kang Yu suddenly felt a little ridiculous. She had tried every means, just wanting to see one person, but the price she paid was so heavy.

  She suddenly understood why Captain Ma said "sorry" before cutting her throat and picking her tendons; she saw Shen Shuxian on the stage and knew, smiling and sitting beside Xu Baoshan with passionate yet noble reserve.

  Two women, now both objects of attention.