Chapter 310
However, Bai Shan’s birthmark is definitely not as beautiful as the colorful glass.
Shen Jiao rarely speaks without being rude.
Bai Shan couldn't move his fingers, and couldn't get down from the wall, but he still stretched his neck, trying to see more clearly.
"Bring it here, closer..."
The butterfly looks so beautiful as it spins in the light, and the round pearls hanging below its head seem to be inviting people to catch them.
Whoosh…
Bai Shan remembered a familiar and childish voice.
It was her own voice, that's for sure.
"My name is not Chen Huhu," Bai Shan rolled her eyes at Shen Jiao, "Huhu is the Butterfly."
Her name should be Chen Pianpian.
It sounds pretty good.
But she still couldn't remember what happened in the past, but Xue A Niang remembered some things.
"This butterfly is hers. Where did you find it, Miss? I almost don't remember."
Shen Jiao said, "Then don't worry about it. Just say you remember it."
"Yes, I remember she was very well behaved along the way and didn't cry much. But she made a fuss for a long time when the butterfly disappeared. Then I used a fan to tease her. When she saw that the fan could also fly around, she stopped crying and stood on tiptoe to catch it. So I named her White Shan."
It was a fan without any patterns painted on it.
Shen Jiao suddenly said, "Cheer up, at least she didn't name you Fluttermoth."
Butterflies are mostly colorful, while moths are mostly white.
It’s a good thing that Xue A’niang didn’t bother to come up with a name, otherwise it would sound so ugly now.
Bai Shan couldn't be happy at all.
On the way, he kept asking Shen Jiao: "What kind of people are my parents? Have they been looking for me? Do they have other children? What have they told you?"
She seemed to suddenly become energetic, lying on Shen Jiao's back and chattering.
The weak hands swayed as Shen Jiao walked.
Shen Jiao hung the glass butterfly on her hand. Her hand, which had only a little feeling left, could still feel the butterfly poking her.
Bai Shan tried to bend her fingers but couldn't: "Look at that butterfly, it looks like it's about to fall."
"No." Shen Jiao glanced at it lazily. The butterfly was still in her hand. Perhaps she couldn't feel it.
Bai Shan also realized it.
"You haven't answered me yet."
She brought up the issues again.
Shen Jiao thought about what Wen Zhu had said, and as they walked, she continued, "Your mother died young. Your father...was a businessman. When you were a child, his business wasn't big, and he didn't have that many people to rely on. He didn't trust anyone with you, so he kept you with him. Who knew you'd be lost in the blink of an eye? He stayed in the place where he lost you, constantly searching for you, and he even saved a lot of abducted children."
"Is he a particularly good man?"
Shen Jiao thought of the clam spirit wailing in the prison. The man said that he would kill but not abuse lives, but he would threaten people with their relatives and friends.
"Well," Shen Jiao said, "he was a very good man, very trustworthy, and loyal. He was especially kind to children and would give them candy. He took in many abducted children and found families for them. However, he never remarried and has always been alone. He has been looking for you, and his subordinates have been asking everyone they meet.
If you see him, you will like him very much. The old man has a very good temper."
"How did you and my father meet?" Bai Shan asked her.
Shen Jiao said: "Business, I have something to sell him."
"Did it go well?"
"...It's okay. He's quite fair in his business dealings."
He said that as long as she found the treasure, he would let her go and would not kill her relatives and friends.
"That's good," Bai Shan said, "Military Advisor, please do me another favor."
"What help?" Shen Jiao was a little wary. She didn't want to kill Xue A Niang.
Bai Shan wasn't talking about that kidnapper, she was talking about her father:
"Help me bring the butterfly to him. If you see him, help me make up a lie and say... I'm a good person and have never embarrassed him."
Shen Jiao hesitated for a moment: "...your father won't care about this."
"How do you know not?" Bai Shan asked her.
Shen Jiao said: "Because he is your biological father, no matter what you have done, he will understand."
"How do you know he can? Even your father doesn't understand you." Bai Shan was still stubborn. Shen Jiao's words were pleasant to the ears, but hers were unpleasant to the ears.
"That's different." There was a silence behind him. Shen Jiao sighed and said, "Okay, I'll help you."
How strange.
Some parents want their children to be successful. They are obsessed with wanting their children to be useful and promising. They don’t care whether their children are happy or whether they can bear such expectations. Some parents just hope that their children are well and live well. Nothing else matters.
"Chen Pianpian," Shen Jiao said, calling her name somewhat uncomfortably, "You can't pray in this life, pray for the next... Be a good person in your next life, grow up with your parents, and remember to be born later in life, otherwise you will suffer in vain in this world."
In a flash, the head that was eaten by Wang Gu was left with only a piece of skin covering the bones. It hung down and gently rested on Shen Jiao's face, as if nodding.
The butterfly in my hand was a little loose, hanging on the dead limb and swinging, as if it was still attracting someone to catch it.
The King Gu, having lost its container, had turned into an adult. Without being recalled, it flew out of her body and set its sights on some unlucky people.
Chen Pianpian will never be a good person in this life, and she will still be committing sins even after her death.
Shen Jiao stopped and looked at the flying insects and said:
"If I tell you now that your father is not a good person, will you be happier?"
It was quiet behind, but the road ahead was bloody.
There is another grave in Shen Jiao's memorial hall.
Good news: She didn't kill him.
Bad news: This man's death is still related to her.
If Shen Jiao had not mentioned Master Chen Qi to her, perhaps she would not have died. Xue A Niang would definitely have used many sweet words to deceive her and tricked her into working for her until she was no longer of any use.
Shen Jiao asked Shen Wuyong, "Where's the King Gu supposedly gives people strength? Why are Qian Huaer and Bai Shan so weak?"
"Isn't it obvious? Because Xue A Niang is stronger than them," Shen Wuyong seemed puzzled. "Didn't I tell you? Xue A Niang is also..."
“Is it also an artifact?”
"There's also a spirit platform," Shen Wuyong said. "I heard she was also kidnapped, but later, she killed those who kidnapped her and returned home happily, only to find that her family had already died. Then... it became like this."
"Sister, why aren't you talking? You cried today, I can feel it. You felt sorry for Chen Pianpian, do you want to feel sorry for Mother Xue as well?"
Shen Wuyong was amazed.
"I thought someone like my sister wouldn't shed tears that were truly heartfelt. Have you chosen the path you want to take? Have you chosen the right path?"
He was enjoying the fun, and laughed like a duck.
"Where are you going, sister?"
"Let's go eat roast duck..."
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