Chapter 264
What about his indecision? What about his compassion?
Didn't he even ask those bandits if they had any stories about how they had to act?
Shen Jiao waited until everyone had left before asking with ill intent, "Sir, have you seen Yang Ku'er and Bu'e? They're a mother and son. The mother's eyesight isn't very good, and the child is a bit stupid and very thin."
Xue Shun glanced at her and asked, "Is he someone you know?"
"I guess so. I've seen him once or twice."
Xue Shun flipped through the list and said, "No, maybe he's dead. You can draw it down. If someone finds it, I'll take you to see it."
He casually pushed a stack of papers aside, indicating that Shen Jiao could sit over and draw.
She was speechless.
"...That mother and son don't seem like they would resist."
Shen Jiao thought for a long time before speaking.
Xue Shun: ...
"Accidental injuries are common. Even if they didn't resist, they might still get hurt. Or if they panicked and attacked, the consequences are self-evident. I don't need to tell you that."
Shen Jiao knew all this, of course. What she wanted to say was, "Young Master seems to be used to it."
"What else?" Xue Shun asked her, "Can I make people cry to death? Or can I change the world by feeling bad? If you have time, do more useful things. It's better than anything else. You seem to talk a lot today."
Shen Jiao heard a hint of disgust.
He looked at Shen Jiao as if asking her again: What else is there to say? Come on, I'm busy.
Shen Jiao: ...
She found it hard to believe that this was Xue Shun.
After pretending to draw a few strokes, Shen Jiao couldn't help but say:
"Sir, is your ambition now to change the world?"
"Human power is limited. I don't have that much ability. I just take care of what I see, what I can control, and what I want to control, just to seek peace of mind." Xue Shun said without raising his head.
"This seems quite different from what the young master said and did before," Shen Jiao said with a nostalgic look, "the young master before seemed to want to stay away from all these troubles and live his own simple life."
“It was so confusing back then.”
At that time, Xue Shun did not understand that leaving Tongcai Villa and giving up the identity of a young master would only bring him more suffering and more things that he could do nothing about.
He wanted to leave, just like he had in the brothel, thinking that as long as he got out, he would be free...
Xue Shun didn't want to recall those things, nor did he want to say more.
Shen Jiao was not really satisfied with this answer. What could this reveal?
If you must say it, the fake Boss Shen is not very satisfied with the real Boss Shen and would want to change the decision she made.
Is it the same with Xue Shun?
Shen Jiao was a little distracted and the ink spots ruined the painting.
She crumpled it up, threw it aside, put down her pen and walked away.
"Why don't you paint anymore?" Xue Shun asked.
"I'm too lazy to draw." Shen Jiao didn't really care.
Xue Shun picked up the paper ball and took a look at it: "This child...I think I've seen him before."
?
Shen Jiao saw his cold expression and had a bad feeling in her heart: "Is he dead?"
"Well," Xue Shun said, "we didn't kill him. Xu Ri found him in the cellar of a house, already dead. He kept mumbling something, but if anyone can remember, it was too vague to make out. He died shortly after we took him out, probably from starvation. There was a sack in the cellar, stained with rice husks. Perhaps it had once held grain."
If he said that, Shen Jiao would know where the house was.
That is the home of the poor and the hungry.
Shen Jiao took away most of the food and threw the bag somewhere. At most, some food was left that was stuck to the bag and spilled on the ground.
Yang Kuer knew it, why would he go back if he wasn’t hungry?
"What about his mother?" Shen Jiao sketched a face with a few strokes. "She probably looks like this."
Xue Shun: "I haven't seen this before. I'll ask and I'll know."
Seeing that she was frowning, Xue Shun suddenly felt kind-hearted and decided to take her out for a walk.
With clang sounds, he walked like a prisoner, with shackles on his wrists, one end handcuffed to Shen Jiao and the other end handcuffed to Xue Shun.
Like tying a dog.
Shen Jiao: It’s better than not being able to go out!
She would comfort herself, without any dissatisfaction, only impatience.
Xue Shun took her to the house where the bandits had lived to look for bodies. She looked at every one of them, but there was no body.
Shen Jiao: "Maybe he ran away?"
As she was thinking, she heard some strange noises.
"God damn it, my roots are broken, I'm going to die!"
"Wow! The ground is so fertile."
"The soil is so soft."
The wind brought a faint sound into Shen Jiao's ears. It sounded strangely familiar, but she didn't say anything.
But soon someone discovered that a woman's body was dug out of the ground. She was wearing pink clothes.
Shen Jiao remembered her saying that it was not a wedding dress.
The body was dressed in a tattered state, its eyes were missing, and there were some purple marks hidden under the clothes.
There was a mark on the neck.
The flesh is already rotting.
According to those women, these bandits were very good to their women and usually would not be so excessive. She had deceived them. She was obviously a sickly person, but she did not even tell them. This was a deliberate scheme against her.
In addition, everyone drank a little that day and was a little drunk, so it was inevitable that they went a little too far.
But it wouldn't kill her.
The woman called Aunt Yu said, "She was just blind. She was already blind anyway. What difference does it make whether she had eyes or not? Her husband dug out her eyes and applied medicine to her. Her husbands really loved her. If someone else had encountered such a thing, they would have been furious and beaten her and the brat to death. Why would they have spared her? She was so depressed that she hanged herself."
"Where is her son? How could he die in the cellar?" Shen Jiao asked.
"Cell? What cellar? The kid ran away on his own. It's none of our business. He's just a fool, and a child at that. Who would bother with him?"
Shen Jiao looked around, then kicked her out with a kick, knocking out her teeth: "Go on..."
Someone nearby stammered, "I'm just pissed. Her men hadn't even gotten tired of playing with her when she died. It's natural to be angry, so I cursed and kicked her. Every child gets beaten, right? Children are naughty, too. They locked him out for fun, and when I went to check the next day, he was gone."
"Really? I didn't want to chase him away. His mother did a great job, and the village chief is fair in rewarding and punishing. He even scolded them when the child was lost."
They cursed but didn't look for him.
He went back on his own because he wasn't hungry. Everyone said that the kid was stupid, but Shen Jiao didn't think so.
He remembers a lot of things.
Ku'er told me about his father, and Buheng remembered it.
He should have also remembered that Ku'er hid the food.
So he ran back home, but there was no food in the cellar.
No one expected him to run back.
Some people say that Ku'er often tells Buhungry that he should be obedient and that this is his home and he should not run around...
But she forgot to tell Bu’e what to do if the door was locked.
Her name is Yang Kuer.
He said he wasn't hungry.
Someone has to remember.
Xue Shun still had some compassion in his heart. He found a grave without a name, but there were many such graves, and no one knew which one was the poor child's husband or the father who was no longer hungry.
Shen Jiao said, "Whatever. They weren't familiar with each other anyway, so they didn't necessarily have to be buried together."
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