I froze for a moment, and just then, someone pushed me.
"We've got things to deal with at home right now. Whatever you need, could you come back later?"
The speaker was a middle-aged man who, judging by his build, looked quite a bit like Xu Gang.
Xu Tie jumped up in the crowd and shouted, "Don't let him leave! Let him say it! My dad was driven to his death by Xu Gang. What are we supposed to do about the house now?"
"What do you mean, driven to his death by Xu Gang? He was driven to his death by you!" A woman planted her hands on her hips and shrieked, then called out to me. "Young man, tell us—didn't Dad fill in that ballot himself that day? Did Xu Gang force him? Dad made the decision himself, didn't he? The old man had already made up his mind, and you, his son, still dared to pressure him into changing it! You're the one who drove him to his death!"
By the end, the woman was pointing at Xu Tie and cursing him.
She looked to be in her early forties, a mature woman with a lingering charm. She was dressed elegantly, but when it came to cursing people, she was every bit as fierce as the women at a chaotic produce market.
Xu Tie flushed red and tried to say a few things, but she jabbed a red-polished finger almost into his face. He swatted her hand away.
The woman immediately started shouting, puffing out her chest as she taunted Xu Tie.
A middle-aged woman beside Xu Tie stepped forward and began shoving her.
It looked like the two sides were about to come to blows.
As I watched the chaos, I glanced at that patch of