After I was killed by domestic violence, I violently raped my whole family

Ren Shan has grown wisdom teeth, half of her face is swollen, and she has a fever.

Su Ping was very anxious. He had no energy to work. He rushed home after work and asked people for folk remedies for toothache.

Chewing peppercorns, applying cold compresses, gargling with salt water, pressing acupoints, and even biting on medicated oil, sucking on white wine, and biting on slices of ginger. He carefully wrote down a lot of things in a small notebook.

"Shanshan, are you still feeling bad? Do you want some porridge? I slowly boiled it with minced meat, and you can drink it directly. You don't have to chew it, and your teeth won't hurt. Mom said you haven't eaten much in two days."

Looking at the depressed Ren Shan, Su Ping was worried.

Ren Shan comforted him, "It's okay, I've seen a doctor, and the doctor said it will heal once it grows out. I'll just take some painkillers, Brother Su Ping, you go take them."

Su Ping had no appetite either. He couldn't help but think of what Aunt Six boasted about in the kitchen.

"My old man uses golden cherry to make wine every year. It's a good thing. I drink it every day and I feel very healthy. I have a good physique and I don't have any diseases. Those who have pain here today and there tomorrow and are as thin as a bamboo pole have a bad foundation."

"Look at my face, isn't it rosy? Let me tell you, this golden cherry wine can nourish the body. The old doctor said it can nourish yin, warm yang, relieve cough, promote blood circulation and remove blood stasis, and it can nourish the five internal organs in the stomach."

Aunt Six counted on her fingers one by one, and listed more than ten advantages in a row. She was just short of saying that the wine soaked with golden cherry was a magic medicine. Su Ping listened very carefully.

He knew this thing. His uncle had it at home. During the Chinese New Year, his uncle took it out to treat everyone. He and Shanshan also drank a small cup. He said that it was sweet because a lot of rock sugar was added.

Thinking of Ren Shan at home, Su Ping pestered Aunt Liu, "Aunt Liu, please sell me some. Shan Shan is sick and I want to nourish her. She won't eat and she has a toothache."

Aunt Six shook her head. "That can't be sold. There aren't many in total. It's not enough for my old man and I. There's nowhere to pick golden cherries in the city."

Su Ping was worried. When he returned home and saw Ren Shan looking sick, he became even more anxious.

"Shanshan, Aunt Six said that golden cherry seeds can be used to make wine, so I'll get some for you, okay? Just bear with it for a while."

Ren Shan nodded dazedly, "Yeah."

Su Ping took the money and turned away. He took the train back to Jiushisan. He wanted to go to his uncle's house to buy some golden cherries to make wine for Shanshan to nourish her body. Shanshan was sick and felt very uncomfortable.

Ren Shan went to bed early the night before and didn't know that Su Ping came back and went out again, so she left overnight. The next day, when Wang Xiaocui got up and saw that Su Ping was gone, she just thought he had gone to work.

It was not until noon when Cheng Kang came to look for him on his bicycle that everyone realized that Su Ping did not go to the restaurant today.

Su Ping was an honest worker at work. He was rarely late or left early, let alone absent from work. He was afraid that something had happened to his apprentice, so he came to check on him.

Su Ping is missing.

This news caused chaos in the Wang family. Everyone began to look for the person frantically. They searched every place they could, but no one was found until dark. Ren Shan was almost going crazy.

She rode her bike around looking for him, emitting a cool aura.

I looked again and again, at Su Jianguo's cannery, at Zhao Daxing, at Uncle Luo, Uncle Cai, Chu Shuyu, at Ping An Trading, and at Liu Xiaomei and her husband's foam workshop.

Su Ping had promised everyone that he would not run around, and he was very obedient. Everyone was extremely worried, fearing that something might have happened to him.

I didn't sleep the whole night and reported the case to the police.

The next morning, the police sent a letter saying that Su Ping had been detained for evading the ticket and asked everyone to go and pick him up.

After searching for the whole night, everyone hurriedly followed the public security comrades to the train station.

Su Ping was in a state of disarray. He leaned against the wall with his shoulders hunched, looking anxiously at the uniformed railway staff.

Ren Shan rushed in from outside, and when she saw Su Ping, she rushed over and hugged him. She felt so happy as if she had survived a disaster, and she was almost scared to death.

Su Ping cried out with a pained voice.

Ren Shan was so scared that she quickly let go of him, only to notice that he had one hand clenched into a fist and raised to his shoulder, unable to move.

"Shanshan, it hurts. It hurts so much."

Ren Shan's face was as black as ink. She turned her head and stared at several railway staff in uniform. "Did you hit my brother?"

The staff felt a chill and subconsciously waved their hands, "No, no."

Su Ping was a little scared when he saw Ren Shan getting angry, so he carefully tugged at the corner of her clothes and said, "Shanshan, no, the comrades didn't bully me, they even helped me."

With the help of Su Ping and several comrades, Ren Shan learned that Su Ping had secretly gone to the house of his ninety-third uncle to ask for wine made from golden cherries for her.

My uncle filled six bottles with infusion bottles and carefully put them in a sack.

When Su Ping came back, his money was stolen at the train station. He had no money to buy a ticket, and was afraid that Ren Shan would be in great pain, so he sneaked on the train without paying.

There were too many people, and he was squeezed to the back while protecting the glass bottle. When the train door closed, the sack was trapped outside.

He held the sack tightly and refused to let go. The train ride lasted more than three hours, almost four hours, without any stops along the way. Su Ping held the sack tightly and refused to let go. He did not dare to ask for help because he had no money to buy a ticket. He just stood there, holding the sack tightly, and walked through the other city with his strong willpower.

More than one hundred kilometers.

By the time the staff found him, his hands were already stiff. No matter how everyone tried to persuade him, he refused to let go and held on to the sack tightly until they arrived at the station. With the help of the staff, he finally got the six bottles of golden cherry wine off the bus intact.

The staff member brought the sack containing the infusion bottle to the table and sighed, "We really admire this comrade's willpower. He said his family is in poor health and he gave it to his family to replenish their health. The things must not be thrown away."

They also understood from their conversation with Su Ping that Su Ping was a little slow in the head and that such a kind heart was really rare.

Su Ping said to Ren Shan as if he was offering a treasure, "Shanshan, I asked my uncle for the golden cherry wine. He didn't want money, so I secretly put it in his pocket when he drove the ox cart to send me. I'll give it to you. You will feel better after eating it. You will be healthy and will not get sick in the future. I will buy you more after you finish eating it."

Ren Shan looked at Su Ping with a tired and silly smile on his face, and felt distressed and angry. She couldn't control her tears.

"Shanshan, don't cry. Are you in pain again? Take a sip, drink a sip first." Su Ping's stiff hand could not move, and he pointed at the infusion bottle on the table with his other hand anxiously.

Ren Shan gently patted his shoulder, "Didn't I tell you not to run around? Do you know how worried your family is?"

Su Ping stopped laughing and shrank his neck. "Shanshan, I told you the night before last that I would find golden cherries to make wine for you, and you said yes."

"Does your hand still hurt?"

"It hurts, I can't move."

"Let's go to the hospital."

"Shanshan, wine, wine, our wine."