Zhang San's face turned pale, and then he leaned softly on the pole, exhaling with difficulty.

"I didn't kill it, I didn't kill anyone." The blackened steamed bun fell to the ground, and he didn't even have the desire to pick it up.

"I know you didn't kill anyone, but you didn't tell the truth about your master's purchase of dirty things."

Xiyang looked determined.

Zhang San slowly put down the hand covering his face, his eyes fixed on Xiyang. "Who are you, and why do you know so much?"

"I'm not anyone, you just treat me as a kind person passing by."

"Heh......" Zhang San chuckled.

That laughter contained this helplessness, mockery, and sarcasm.

Xiyang looked at him condescendingly.

"You left home as a young man, entered the Pan Mansion after losing your parents, and sold yourself as a slave, your master treats you well, at least the scholar looks more dignified than other slaves. It's just that in the end, you are getting more and more unhappy, why? ”

"You...... Who the hell is it. His eyes were red, and his hands holding the wooden pole in both hands were bruised.

"I am a person who can know your past and future." Xiyang squatted down, his eyes calm, as if he was soothing and admonishing.

Zhang San gradually calmed down, and looked at her calmly, and the two looked at each other through the cell door.

"I hate him."

Very calm declarative sentence.

Xiyang bowed his head, looking like he was listening carefully.

He couldn't stand such innocent eyes and such a moving face.

It made him feel dirty and shameful.

Mr. Pan is a half-bucket painter, he was very popular when he was young, and he said that he was popular, but he painted a picture of a beauty at that time, which was extremely realistic and yearning.

It was only then that his fame spread in the celebrity circle.

It was also because of this that he did not have masterpieces to advertise himself later, which caused him to be depressed for a while.

Later, he didn't know where he heard the idea of what it would take to be inspired to create a new painting. He ......"

Zhang San covered his head and suddenly turned his head to look at Xiyang.

"You know what? He, what did that beast do to me all those years, he actually did it to me...... Do that kind of dirty and shameless dirty thing. I'm ...... What can I do, in addition to not telling others in peace, I also have to bear the anger from the Pan family, it is not me who has done the wrong thing, why do I cower like this. And be forced to go to jail? ”

Xiyang looked at him calmly, without the disdainful look that the other party imagined, which made his heart feel a lot better.

"Then why didn't you report the case when Master Pan forced you to do these things?"

"If I report the crime, I won't have this well-paid scholar, and I can save a lot of money a month."

"You see, these are actually the paths you have chosen, and you have to pay for the pain of your torture in order to get this silver that is higher than that of your scholar, and there is one rare way to do both in this world. You want others to respect you, but you also want to eat the food you have come from, how do you think others should treat you? ”

"Is it still my fault?"

He suppressed and looked around at those who were excited about him.

Such as a tiger and leopard that bursts over and over.

"I don't know, but it's really your fault that you framed me this time, otherwise your master might not have ended up like this. Everything in this world has cause and effect, he was left downstairs when he woke up in a coma, and the perpetrator let you go, which means that you are not a threat to them.

So you don't know that the murderer is also real, but I just want to ask you this time, how did your master get into this line of buying and selling stolen goods? You must know that if you don't have an acquaintance to recommend it, no one will be willing to sell it to you. ”