Zhang Zhen's eyes crossed Wu Xiaoran's shoulder, and he was slightly distracted: "I know a friend, he has no father or mother, he was raised by his master, and he has several brothers. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info He has been taught the art of killing people since he can remember, and he has learned well, and he is very eye-catching among several brothers and sisters. At the age of fourteen he killed the first man, and after a few days of discomfort, he quickly got used to it. Later, he killed more and more people, and when he killed people, he became more and more indifferent, even when he walked out into the street, he looked at all the people coming and going, like a butcher looking at a pig waiting to be slaughtered. He no longer cares what they say and think, how can a butcher care what a pig thinks? Later, he began to feel that the whole world was boring, and that there was no point in human life. And it's not just him, but also several of his senior brothers, his senior brother is crazy obsessed with power, violates the ancestral teachings to enter the WTO to develop his own power, and even does not hesitate to turn his face with his master; His second senior brother didn't say a word all day, just fiddling with his Xiao; His four junior brothers have a lot of words, but they don't have a good and obedient word, how can they make people angry when they hear it, and they are never tired of it. ”

"What about him?" Wu Xiaoran couldn't help but ask.

Zhang Zhen said: "He likes to listen to the monk's teachings, likes to listen to sins, likes to listen to the afterlife, and likes to think about a problem. ”

"What's the problem?"

"If a person doesn't treat people as human beings, is he still a human being? If he is not a person, what is he? A shadow? Or is it an object that kills? ”

Wu Xiaoran looked at Zhang Zhen fixedly, and said softly: "Has he figured out this question?" ”

"Figured it out? Didn't figure it out? It's hard to say. Zhang Zhen grinned, and continued: "One day he took a deal, a very simple job, killing a very ordinary farmer. When he was lying on the roof of the farmer's house and was about to do it, he heard a conversation between the two people in the house, and a child asked, "Daddy, what is this?" The man replied, "Son, it's called a dandelion." The child asked again, "Daddy, what is this?" The man still replied, "Son, it's a dandelion." The boy asked seven times, and the man answered seven times, and his tone remained patient and kind. ”

"And then?" Wu Xiaoran listened a little intrigued.

Zhang Zhen said calmly: "Later, he went down and killed the man, the child seemed to be scared stupid, he didn't cry, he stared at him, holding a dandelion in his hand." ”

Wu Xiaoran was a little uncomfortable, his body moved, and he frowned: "Since then, he has repented?" ”

"Repentance?" Zhang Zhen laughed: "He has been killing people since he was a child, and when he grows up, he also does the business of killing people, he has never felt that he has done something wrong, how can he regret it?" ”

"Then ...... him"

"He just went back and couldn't forget that conversation, what is it? This is a dandelion. What is this? This is a dandelion...... Seven times. He asked himself if the same question happened to him, even if it was asked by his most beloved master, he could answer it three times at most, and his tone would never be so gentle. He has killed many people, powerful, spendthrift, and martial arts, and for the first time, that ordinary farmer made him wonder and fear others. From then on, he began to listen attentively to others, began to pay attention to the reasons behind each quarrel, began to have more troubles and happiness, and began to feel that life had a taste. ”

Zhang Zhen paused for a moment, and sighed slightly: "My friend doesn't read much, and listening to the monk's lecture is also in the clouds. ”

"What?"

"Only reverence can be equal; Only equality can be seen. ”

Wu Xiaoran lowered her head, and a strand of hair that was not tied into a bun fell leisurely, adding a bit of softness and intellectuality to her heroic face, she frowned, suddenly raised her head, looked at Zhang Zhen's eyes, and said, "That's why you fight hard to be knifed and don't want to hurt people?" ”

Zhang Zhen nodded, and it was not difficult for him to kill Fan Meng, but then what? A steady stream of troubles, a steady stream of killings, and he became the butcher who looked down on everything with gray eyes in the past. Now he just wants to be an ordinary person, live an ordinary life, talk and chat with the neighbors, or laugh or argue, and life has a taste.

And that's just one reason, there's one more he didn't say. He was reluctant to do so because he had sworn an oath, and that oath involved another story.

Wu Xiaoran's expression was a little complicated, she originally asked Zhang Zhen to give an explanation, she didn't really care why he was so powerful in martial arts but would endure Fan Meng's oppression. She asked him to explain, just looking for an excuse to let him stay, sit with her, and talk.

And now, after listening to Zhang Zhen's story, Wu Xiaoran's hot heart gradually calmed down, and she quietly looked at Zhang Zhen's face, this was the first time she had judged a man so seriously. Hua Lianrui had told her more than once before that this man was different from others, and Wu Xiaoran scoffed at that time. Now she looked at Zhang Zhen's ordinary face and slightly weak figure, and finally felt a trace of unusualness.

Unpredictable, not a vast sea of inscrupulous pondering, but unpredictable, like a shadow illuminated by flickering candlelight.

Wu Xiaoran retracted his gaze, looked at the pattern on the brocade quilt, and said softly: "This should be a secret, right?" Why tell me? ”

The corners of Zhang Zhen's mouth raised, without recalling the emotion of the past, nor with the ease of relief, but naturally raised and said: "Only equality can be seen." I also want to persuade you with this statement. ”

Wu Xiaoran's face changed suddenly, and he suddenly raised his head and stared at Zhang Zhen, with real anger in his eyes: "You want me to forgive that surnamed Wu?!" ”

Zhang Zhen shook his head: "Your father...... Wu County Order, since he can allow you to dress up in men's clothes, and he doesn't prevent you from entering and leaving places like Yixiangyuan, it's good for you to come. If you always stand on the high ground of morality, always have resentment and revenge, you will not be able to see many things. I don't have much friendship with your father, and I don't care if his life is going well, I advise you like this, just to make you live happily in the future, you look good when you smile, you should smile more. ”

Wu Xiaoran's lips moved, but she didn't speak, her eyes returned to the quilt of the brocade quilt, and she was fixed.

Zhang Zhen got up and left gently.