When the guards heard the order, they immediately wanted to move.

Only then did I find that my leg was numb......

They gave each other a kick, relieved the numbness, and rushed into the night breeze.

Di Ying looked at the empty inn lobby, and then at the obscene old man who was still in a coma after being brought back by Qian Wu and thrown on the ground.

So I went to the backyard, picked up a few straight thick wooden sticks, and then picked up the axe and returned to the lobby.

Start chopping wood.

Chopping wood one at a time, each time, almost with all his strength.

I didn't realize in the slightest how appalling such a sound and noise would be on such a night.

That night, because of the sound of the wind, because of the constant sound of horses' hooves, because of this monotonous and dull and strange sound, the inhabitants of the town could not sleep well.

In the early morning, when the sun had just appeared white, the sound of horses' hooves sounded again, urging them to sound.

The door of the inn was wide open, the fire in the charcoal basin had long since been extinguished, and the lobby was as cold as an ice cellar.

The walls, tables, chairs, and other objects inside are covered with a layer of hoarfrost.

Gong 18 and Liu Liu were placed in a room.

The brother lay in a bed and fell asleep grogily.

Di Ying tied up the splint that he had chopped for Gong Eighteen's broken bones, and added some charcoal to the house before going downstairs to continue chopping wood.

I don't need to split it out, I just pile it up.

He didn't want the charcoal basin in the lobby to continue to burn, it didn't matter if there was a temperature or not now, the fire in his heart burned his internal organs a little painful.

Originally, it was for the act of splitting the splint, splitting and splitting, so that he found a good way to vent.

Chopping and chopping, the obscene old man who was covered with a thick quilt by Di Ying woke up.

When I woke up, I let out a coughing sound.

Coughing, he wrapped the quilt around him a little tighter and curled up there.

Di Ying looked over to the voice, and then asked out loud, "It's cold, right?" Want to get in and warm up? Another bowl of hot beef broth? Another piece of toasted bread? ”

When the old man heard these words that tempted the dead, he immediately stopped coughing, and his saliva flowed onto the quilt, and he nodded vigorously.

It's just that he was reluctant to sit up, and continued to wrap the quilt tightly and shrink there, his eyes glancing up and down there, and he didn't hear the coldness in the questioner's voice at all.

Seeing this, Di Ying looked away, lowered his head and continued to chop wood.

The hand slashed hard, but the sound from his mouth was faint.

Faintly, seemingly casually, and casually, he said, "You look like now, you should have guessed why you came here, right?" Why is it treated like this? Is it because you always owe your hands that you will often be retaliated against?

You can't get up with the quilt tight, thinking that when you want to be beaten, there is something else to block it, right?

Don't worry, I won't hit you. ”

Di Ying said, raised the axe in his hand, and then "clicked" it hard, and then smiled at the old man.

Smiled kindly.

But the old man was so frightened that he trembled violently. He quickly shrank into the quilt until he was almost shrunk into the quilt, revealing only a pair of cloudy, somewhat mouse-like eyes, blinking there.

There's fear and cunning inside.

Di Ying glanced at him and continued to chop wood.

The axe was raised higher and the force of the slash was used more hard.

The tone is still like talking to someone about family life.

"I once met a woman who was eighteen years old. It's very beautiful, it's the kind that is very aggressive.

The character is also strong.,Like a man.、All day long.。

She is also kind and tolerant, enthusiastic, and likes to reach out to help others;

The temperament is also anxious for justice and righteousness, jealousy and hatred, black and white.

Such a person is like the sun hanging in the sky, and wherever he goes, he can bring warmth wherever he goes.

Even if she likes to laugh and laugh with her mouth open, no one will dislike her, and she will not feel that she lacks courtesy.

The people around her are always susceptible to her infection and become lively and cheerful. Even if you are sad, with her by your side, you will gradually get out of the pain and find the joy of life again.

What do you think: Is she good like this?

Is she perfect enough?

Unfortunately, no.

Her life stayed forever at the age of eighteen.

That year, she committed suicide by jumping into the river.

Like a gust of wind, a good girl who is so strong and optimistic sends herself away like that.

You know why? ”

Di Ying said, putting down the axe.

He saw a guard coming back from outside the lobby, so he gently put his hands behind his back and clenched them into fists.

And then he continued: "Because she has a knot in her heart. The way of the world is unjust, but it is fair. That is, no matter who or what kind of person there is, there will be joys and sorrows, joys and sorrows.

Her sorrow lies in the fact that she has never let go of that knot.

When she was fourteen years old, she was going to the street to get together with her friends, when suddenly a man reached out and touched her.

Touched her breasts.

Ready to say, it was a flirtat, and it was a flirtatious departure.

By the time she had recovered from her shock and shame, the man was gone.

But just like this, just like this, so that she has always been like a nightmare, and she has not been able to get out of it in her short life.

Although her personality has not changed, although she is still friendly and warm, no one knows that the scene and moment of that day often flashed in her mind.

The feeling of shame, disgust, and anger has always been entangled in her heart. ”

Speaking of which, Di Ying looked at the obscene old man.

The obscene old man had already forgotten his fear at this time, but a smug look appeared on the corner of his lips.

Such a heavy thing, but the old man could hear it with pride. It was as if he had taken it as an honor, as if that thing had been a trivial matter to him.

Or rather, it's a little thing to show off.

Seeing Di Ying's fist behind him, he tightened.

However, his tone remained unchanged, and he still said lightly: "Maybe everyone thinks it's just a trivial matter."

It's like the girl's friends and family advised her that she should be bitten by a dog and stared at by a mosquito, and that she should not take it to heart.

If it's gone, it's time to let it pass.

The most important thing is to live the present and the future.

But in fact, that sense of shame, that disgusting touch, she can't forget it no matter what.

The wicked hurt her, and she couldn't let herself go in the end.

It may seem to the wicked that this is a trivial matter, or rather...... The twisted wicked like to use such twisted ways to achieve the twisted satisfaction of his heart.

The wicked man gets the perverted sense of accomplishment he wants.

Such wicked people only like to pursue this feeling, and they don't care how much harm they will bring to others.

In other words, the more others are hurt, the greater their sense of accomplishment.

After all, sin doesn't lead to death, does it? ”