The guards immediately wanted to move after hearing the order.
Only then did I realize that my legs were numb...
After giving each other a kick to relieve the numbness, they rushed into the night wind.
Di Ying looked at the empty inn lobby, and then at the wretched old man who was still in a coma after being carried back by Qian Wu and thrown to the ground.
He went to the backyard, picked up a few straight thick wooden sticks, and then picked up an ax and returned to the lobby.
Start splitting wood.
He split the wood one by one, using almost all his strength with each blow.
I didn't realize at all how shocking such sounds and noises would be in such a night.
That night, because of the sound of the wind, the constant sound of rapid horse hooves, and the monotonous, dull and strange sound, the residents of the town could not sleep well.
In the early morning, when the sun had just turned white, the sound of rapid horse hooves sounded again, like a reminder.
The door of the inn was wide open, the fire in the charcoal pot had been extinguished at some point, and the lobby was as cold as an ice cellar.
The walls, tables, chairs and other objects inside seemed to be covered with a layer of white frost.
Gong Shiba and Liu Liu were placed in a room.
The brothers and sisters were lying on the same bed and fell asleep.
Di Ying tied the splints he cut for Gong Shiba's broken bones, added some charcoal to the room, and then went downstairs to continue chopping wood.
There is no need to chop them out, they just pile up.
He didn't want the charcoal basin in the lobby to continue burning. It didn't matter whether it was warm or not. The fire in his heart made his internal organs a little painful.
It was originally for the act of splitting plywood, and by splitting, he found a good way to vent his anger.
After chopping and chopping, the wretched old man who had been covered with a thick quilt by Di Ying woke up.
When I woke up, I coughed loudly.
Coughing, he wrapped the quilt tighter around his body and curled up there.
Di Yingxun looked over, and then asked aloud: "Is it cold? Do you want to go inside to warm up? Have another bowl of hot beef soup? And a piece of roasted pancake?"
When the old man heard these seductive words, he stopped coughing immediately, drooled on the quilt, and nodded vigorously.
But he still couldn't bear to sit up, and continued to huddle there tightly wrapped in the quilt, his eyes glancing up and down at the person, and he didn't hear the coldness in the voice of the questioner at all.
Seeing this, Di Ying looked away, lowered her head and continued to chop wood.
His hands were chopping hard, but the sound coming out of his mouth was faint.
He said calmly, seemingly casually and casually: "The way you look now, you should have guessed why you are here, right? Why are you being treated like this? Is it because your hands are always in need, right? Are you often retaliated against in various ways?
You hugged the quilt so tightly that you didn't even get up, thinking that when you were about to be beaten, you would have something to block it, right?
Don't worry, I won't hit you. "
Di Ying said, raised the ax in his hand, chopped it down with a "click", and smiled at the old man.
Smiling kindly.
But the old man was so frightened that he shivered violently. He quickly shrank into the quilt until his whole body was almost shrunk into the quilt, only a pair of cloudy, mouse-like eyes were exposed, blinking there.
There is fear and cunning inside.
Di Ying glanced at him and continued to chop wood.
The ax was raised higher and struck harder.
But his tone was still as if he was chatting with someone about family matters.
"I once met a woman. She was eighteen years old at the time. She was very beautiful, but she was very aggressive.
He also has a strong personality, like a man, and is always in a state of turmoil.
She is also kind and tolerant towards others, passionate and loves to lend a helping hand to others;
His temperament is also anxious for justice, hates evil as much as hatred, and can distinguish between right and wrong.
Such people are like the sun hanging in the sky, bringing warmth wherever they go.
Even if she likes to laugh and laugh with her mouth open, no one will dislike her or think she lacks etiquette.
People around her are always easily infected by her and become lively and cheerful. No matter how sad the person is, with her by his side, they will gradually get over the pain and find the joy of life again.
Do you think: Is she good like this?
Is she perfect enough like this?
Unfortunately, no.
Her life always stayed at the age of eighteen.
That year, she committed suicide by jumping into a river.
Like Gust, such a strong and optimistic good girl gave herself away just like that.
Do you know why? "
Di Ying said, putting down the ax.
When he saw a guard coming back outside the lobby, he gently put his hands behind his back and clenched them into fists.
He continued: "Because she has a knot in her heart. This world is unfair, but it is fair. That is, no matter who or what kind of person, there will be joy and sorrow, joy and sorrow.
Her tragedy is that she has never let go of that knot.
When she was fourteen years old, when she went to the street to meet her friends, she was suddenly touched by a man.
Touched her breast.
To put it bluntly, I flirted with her for a while and left immediately.
By the time she recovered from the shock, shame and anger, the man had already disappeared.
But just this one time, just this moment, made her feel like she was sinking in a nightmare, and she could not get out of it in her short life.
Although her personality has not changed, and although she is still friendly and enthusiastic towards others, no one knows that the scene and moment of that day will often flash in her mind.
That feeling of shame, disgust, and anger has always been entangled in her heart. "
Having said this, Di Ying looked at the wretched old man.
The wretched old man had forgotten his fear at this time, and instead showed a proud look on the corner of his lips.
The old man looked proud when he heard such a heavy thing. It was as if he regarded that moment as an honor, as if that kind of thing was just a trivial matter to him.
In other words, it's a small thing worth showing off.
Seeing Di Ying tighten her fists behind her back.
However, his tone remained unchanged, and he still said calmly: "Maybe everyone thinks that it is just a small thing.
Just like that girl's friends and family, they all advised her to just treat it like a dog bite or mosquito bite and don't take it seriously.
Whatever is in the past should be let go.
The most important thing is to live well in the present and live well in the future.
But in fact, she could never forget that feeling of shame and that disgusting feeling.
The evil person hurt her, but she couldn't let herself go in the end.
Maybe in the eyes of that evil person, this is just a small thing, or maybe... that twisted evil person likes to use such twisted methods to achieve the twisted sense of satisfaction in his heart.
The villain gets what he wants, this perverted sense of accomplishment.
Such evil people only like to pursue this feeling, and they don't care how much harm they cause to others.
In other words, the more injured others are, the stronger their sense of accomplishment is.
After all, sin does not lead to death, right? "
