The news that Yang Jinzhi drank pesticides quickly spread all over Gucheng Village like wings.
Li Sanpao's dilapidated home has long been crowded with nimble men, women and children, and even the dead old elm trees are covered with naughty children. Fatty and I arrived early and stood in front of Li Sanpao, who was looking ashamed. Li Sanpao was holding a bowl of dark red decoction. The smell of the medicine was very unpleasant, but this could not make the brave people flinch at all. The woman lying on the cotton-wool mattress was Yang Jinzhi, her body slumped there like an egg yolk. Sitting next to her was Yang Jinzhi's mother, with a gloomy and wrinkled face like a walnut, and muddy tears hanging from the corners of her eyes.
Yang Jinzhi lived up to expectations and slowly opened his eyes. The people who were holding their breath came to life. Wake up, she's awake, someone said excitedly. The fat man said that he was the one who saved Yang Jinzhi. No one around him paid attention to him, and they all talked about Li Sanpao's fault. The fat man with a disappointed face angrily pulled me out of the crowd and told me seriously that he was the one who saved Yang Jinzhi's life.