The atmosphere here is too depressing. So many people are silent and moving in unison, which pushes the atmosphere in a weird direction. The sisters of the Ye family looked at each other uneasily and saw that Chenxing and Shezishu had no response. Linghua coughed lightly and took the initiative to step forward and try to speak to the villagers.
"Everyone... let's leave here together, okay? This place is irreparable. The fire is dangerous, and you also need to receive treatment and recuperate." At first, her tone was hesitant, but gradually became firm and high-spirited Get up, "Although, I know that those burned down are all your houses and wealth, but if you are still alive, there is hope! Now the curse is lifted, you can still have a chance to start a new life as long as you go somewhere else. . You have experienced unimaginable suffering and evil, but you are still standing here! Even if this land is destroyed, as long as you are still there, your home will be there, and your future will still be there..."
The remaining firelight danced behind her, flashing in Ling Huan's eyes, rendering her face and words radiant and moving. She Zishu felt strangely moved in her heart. She had never had the concept of hometown, but Ling Huan's appeal and narrative itself happened to move her somewhat. If you think about it carefully, doesn't she regard the whole world as her hometown? Because of the presence of people, home can become a home... Unfortunately, the villagers did not respond, so her touch could not resonate.
Then, some villagers spoke.
"Curse?" he asked.
"No, isn't it a curse..."
"Why do you call other people's lives a curse?"
He actually said this. Ling Huan was speechless for a moment and stood there helplessly. She never imagined how someone could say this.
Immediately afterwards, more people came forward one after another.
"Suffering and evil are just your high-sounding words." An older man spat angrily, complaining hoarsely and angrily, "Trampling on our lives in the name of justice is not just to satisfy you. Vanity?"
"That's right, you outsiders who destroy everything, how can you have the nerve to ask us to find new things?"
"My life is obviously very good. I am so happy to be with the one I love. Even if I die in a daze, I am still willing in my heart. You take it for granted to make decisions for us. Have you ever asked us what we think?"
One by one, the survivors spoke out, condemning the culprits who had allowed them to survive like this. Some people even burst into tears as they talked, cursing the heinous crimes of these outsiders.
They were all stunned. Ling Huan's hand that was gesticulating in excitement was still in mid-air, frozen together with her words and expression. Yin Huan's mouth was half open. Even if she could speak now, she didn't know what to say, or even what she should feel.
Among the people who were at a loss, only Chenxing smiled coldly.
It's like...she has known this result for a long time, or she has seen and experienced too many such results.
The sky seemed to have been burned, covered with patches of red clouds of varying shades, just like the scars left by a previous fire. Then the scars receded, leaving dark scars all over the place, covering the entire once blue sky. Ling Huan forgot how embarrassingly this lecture ended, and how he left that embarrassing place with everyone. This memory was so vague that she could not recall it. When she came to her senses, she was already sitting in front of a bonfire with her companions.
This place should not be far from the abandoned village. After all, they didn't go too far. The fire from hell will burn for a long time, even if there is no fuel supply. Since She Zishu was the arsonist, he should have the ability to control it according to his own will. But obviously, she forgot how to do this. Now we can only ensure that the fire in the abandoned village will no longer spread, but it is impossible to say when it will disappear. Maybe... wait until they are far enough away. Zi Shu has no intention of maintaining it anyway.
Chenxing was still sitting by the campfire with an expressionless expression, the curtain beside his hand. She was always so calm, as if she could predict everything and control everything. She broke through the siege of hellfire and now seems to be unharmed and has fully recovered. She picked up the Huanshou knife and carefully inspected the condition of the blade, appearing indifferent to other things.
She Zishu was at a loss. She was immersed in something special—at least special enough for her. She clearly felt that at this evening, she had been touched by Ling Huan's words. Like an ember that glimmers in the dead ashes, only to be quickly extinguished. At this moment, she clearly captured that moment of fire, and she wanted to figure out what it was.
"How are you?"
Perhaps her expression was too serious. After looking at him for several times, she finally couldn't help but ask.
She Zishu nodded, then shook his head. She thought about the words and slowly expressed her doubts:
"I don't understand. Logically speaking, if something is right, it shouldn't have bad consequences. We did a good thing, but we didn't get good results... and that's fine. But the other way around , those people have done good things to us and still hate us. What is the reason for this?"
"That's how human nature is."
Chenxing replied coldly. Her tone was the same as before, but it was like her mouth was filled with frost and snow before she could utter such cold words. She was too lazy to explain more, but everyone understood what she meant. She had no intention of doing good deeds in the first place. Everything she did was just something she did incidentally on the way to her goal. Because human nature is what it is, what good can she do?
The Ye sisters could understand, but they didn't know how to explain it to She Zishu. Just thinking about something like this is sad enough.
Even next to the campfire, Ling Huan felt a little cold and couldn't help hugging his knees. Yin Huan put his hand on her shoulder and comforted her gently. Chenxing stood up and walked away.
"Where are you going?"
Ling Huan raised his head and said with concern. Chenxing paused for a moment, as if briefly thinking about whether it was necessary to answer her.
"I'll go to the hills over there myself and check out the situation." She finally said succinctly, "If there are any clues, you shouldn't miss them."
They watched Chenxing's figure melt into the night. No one spoke for a while. She Zishu weighed silently in his heart, weighing whether he should speak or not. Now, the "most impersonal" person is gone. As long as she was not present, maybe Zishu would be able to get the answers he needed. So after waiting for a while, she asked Ling Huan:
"I still don't quite understand what she was talking about about human nature and what happened to us."
"This... um... human nature is that even if you give good intentions, you will often not get good rewards."
Zishu's eyes were wide open under the firelight. A kind of clarity and purity made Linghua realize that she actually didn't understand. She Zishu asked silently, trying to give a more detailed description.
"Just because you are good, sometimes it is not what others think; or a good result is not what everyone wants. Even if everything is done to the best, there are still many people who don't appreciate it." Ling Huan was depressed. He said, half explaining and half explaining to himself, "I should get used to this kind of thing. After all, when I want to do good things, I don't do it to be thanked, so I shouldn't be too utilitarian in the face of receiving it." The result. As long as what I do is really good, that should be enough."
"Is this really a good thing?" She Zishu had his own question, "If they are...normal people and encounter abnormal things that they don't understand or accept, and we help them solve it, maybe it is indeed a good thing. . But since they have all been changed and accepted that kind of life from the bottom of their hearts, wouldn’t our interference become a bad thing? In this case, is it better for them to let them fall? What about the good things?”
These words made Ling Huan's heart tighten. She immediately looked at Zishu with incredible eyes, as if asking, "How can you think like this?" But she thought about it carefully for a while, shook her head and sighed slightly. Ling Huan understood She Zishu's doubts, but she did not agree with this view. She considered it and said:
"Sometimes what we do is not for... some people we can see, it is not just about a few things around us. What we have to consider is the overall situation, objectively, the good and evil of these things, rather than Pros and cons for specific people over a certain period of time and within a certain scope.”
"But it's just us and them here. Other people don't know what's going on, so should they be concerned even so?"
"This... is not because of whether anyone knows, but what the matter itself looks like." Ling Huan scratched his hair and said distressedly, "If others don't know, we can't care, then we are not because of something. We should do things if they are good, but for the sake of others' judgment of us. If so, wouldn't it be like doing it for others to see? Such motives are not pure, but hypocritical kindness. The meaning of black and white, good and evil is exactly Such a manifestation, if no one knows and will not insist on it, what is the difference between such hypocrisy and evil."
Zishu was silent. Judging from the solemn expression on her half-downcast face, she still had only a half-understanding and was trying hard to digest Ling Huan's words. Rarely, Yin Quan did not speak. Not only did she not comfort Ling Huan, her expression was no less conciliatory than She Zishu's.
Is what She Zishu said really unreasonable?
Her fear of fire was so deep into her bones. When she gritted her teeth and overcame the screaming instinct in her head, she was doing it for her sister, not to save someone who had nothing to do with her. If what they are doing is negated and even puts themselves at risk, are they really worth it?
Chenxing was far away from them and couldn't hear their voices at all, and she didn't care. Her steps were slow but fast, and she approached the village in much less time than before. But she didn't go to the place where the fire was still burning, and she didn't care if the few remaining villagers were still there. She walked towards the hills, trying to find the clues she wanted.
Not long after, she found something special there.
She bent down and picked up a few white feathers from the dark ground.
Looks like an egret.
