Chapter 27: Aftermath
"Bang!!!"
Qi Dachun's nine-foot-tall body instantly knocked open the already broken wooden door.
"Master, please!"
After knocking on the door, Dachun slowly brushed off the dust on his body.
If it weren't for that slightly wise look in his eyes, he would indeed have the demeanor of a master.
Zeng Anmin didn't respond and walked into the house.
The small house facing the street is not big and doesn’t even have a yard.
After entering, what comes into view is the kitchen of an ordinary family, which has only enough space for two people to stand.
Above the stove sits a black stove, emitting a lingering fragrance.
Going further in, there are two small houses.
The small house on the left is filled with the fragrance of books, and must be Zhang Lun's residence.
The hut on the right...
"Dachun!!"
As soon as Zeng Anmin's eyes fell on the room, his heart sank and he said nothing with a gloomy face.
In the hut, a pair of worn black cloth shoes were frozen in the air, motionless.
The owner of the cloth shoes had been hanged on the beam for a long time.
"yes."
Dachun naturally also saw the scene in the house.
Take two steps at a time and step forward.
He jumped up with the corpse in his arms, separating it from the hanging rope.
After examining the body, Dachun looked up at Zeng Anmin and said:
"Master, he's dead."
Zeng Anmin's face looked extremely ugly.
He pursed his lips and looked carefully at the undignified corpse.
The face of a hanged person is usually purple, with slightly bulging eyes and a tongue sticking out of his lips.
The marks on the neck are very severe.
After a long while, Zeng Anmin uttered three words:
"It was suicide."
All the marks on the body and the door closed from the inside indicated his authentication.
Taking a deep breath, Zeng Anmin squatted down with an expressionless face.
The old lady I just met the day before yesterday.
When I saw him again today, he had already hanged himself at home.
A deep feeling of powerlessness emerged in his heart.
He looked at the old woman's body, his thoughts drifting away.
The old woman's life seemed to emerge in my mind.
…
Her husband died early, and she was an old woman who raised her son.
She placed all her hopes on her son.
The son lived up to expectations and studied hard since he was young, and he is extremely talented.
As soon as he turned sixteen, he was admitted to the world-famous Water Governor Academy.
On the day he was admitted, my son rushed home excitedly.
Tell yourself that you must respect yourself well in the future.
That day, the old woman smiled.
That was the first time she smiled since her husband's death.
She had only studied for a few years, so she didn't know the status of the Shudu Academy in the minds of scholars.
But seeing my son's excited expression.
She was very happy and relieved.
She didn't feel tired, so she asked her master for more work.
She just thought that her son had entered the academy and would need more money.
It's always worth it to work hard.
That day.
The masters of Xuan Jing Si came home with solemn expressions.
They said that their son was killed in the woods outside the college because of a quarrel.
The bad news came out of nowhere and the old woman was at a loss.
But when she saw her son's body with her own eyes, she subconsciously turned her head away.
She couldn't believe that what she saw was real.
Sure enough, some people said that there was another hidden story behind his son's death.
She suddenly remembered her son saying that the dean of the college was the most respected and virtuous person.
However, the dean...
She looked at her son's empty room.
I couldn't fall asleep thinking about my son's lonely grave.
She wanted to die.
But thinking of the injustice of her son's death, she gritted her teeth.
Lun'er, mother will definitely ask someone to catch the real murderer.
Sudden.
Some people say that the real murderer of the son is dead.
Died one night.
Killed by a warrior wearing a cat-shaped mask.
The old woman sat on the ground helplessly.
She cried and she laughed.
She looked at her son's empty room and stood up tremblingly.
Lun, mom is here to see you.
…
Zeng Anmin slowly stood up and looked around at the furnishings in the house.
"Pah~"
He took a few steps and saw the black pot on the stove.
The aroma of food still wafted faintly from the lid of the pot.
Taking a deep breath, he opened the lid of the pot.
Seeing the scene in the pot, Zeng Anmin trembled slightly.
I saw that the buns, vaguely shaped like kittens, were arranged very neatly.
The image of the old woman, smiling and clumsily kneading the dough in her hands, slowly emerged in his mind.
"Pah~"
After a long time, Zeng Anmin covered the pot.
He slowly raised his head.
There were already bloodshot eyes between those almond-shaped eyes.
"Master?"
Seeing Zeng Anmin's eyes, Qi Dachun was a little at a loss.
"Dachun."
Zeng Anmin felt his eyes a little sore.
His voice was hoarse, like two rusty iron swords colliding:
"Master, I will not return to the academy."
…
Zeng Anmin buried the old woman together with Zhang Lun's tomb.
He stood in front of the tomb, looking at the book "Yi Zi" in his hand.
He saw the book on the desk in Zhang Lun's room.
This book is relatively new.
Almost every paragraph in the book has Zhang Lun's annotations.
"Quan Fu, the annotations are my understanding of the meaning of the text. I hope they are useful to you, so that I will not let you down."
After seeing these words, Zeng Anmin could no longer hold back.
He never thought that it was just a word from the teacher.
Zhang Lun actually took it to heart and even made study materials for himself when he returned home.
"Brother Tongyu, Auntie, have a safe journey."
Zeng Anmin pursed his lips and put the annotated copy of "Yi Zi" close to his body in his arms.
…
Governor's Office.
No bathing today.
Zeng Shilin was writing in his study.
Dad has been in good spirits these days, and he has also inquired about the funds on Tongan Street.
The Ministry of Revenue has received the order and has already started to allocate the money. It won’t be long before the money arrives.
The old man's wolf-hair brush moved like a dragon, outlining vigorous and powerful calligraphy on the rice paper in front of the desk.
"master."
Qi Bo hunched his back, with a solemn expression on his face:
"The murderer has not been found."
Zeng Shilin paused for a moment, then raised his head expressionlessly:
"If you can't find it, then don't find it. A prince of a royal palace shouldn't go through so much trouble."
"yes."
Qi Bo lowered his body even lower.
"I don't want to talk about official business today."
Zeng Shilin looked at the writing brush on his desk with a look of satisfaction on his face.
"Master, it's time to eat."
A gentle voice sounded, and Aunt Lin, dressed in light green, walked into the study.
She held Hu Zi in her arms, her face showing concern for her father.
Hu Zi blinked his big, cute eyes, looked at his father, and stretched out his little hand:
"Grandpa, give me a hug!"
"hehe."
When the old man heard Hu Zi's voice, a smile appeared on his face. He reached out and took Hu Zi:
"Let's go and have dinner together."
Hu Zi twisted a few times in his father's arms, pouted his round little mouth, and said dissatisfiedly:
"Grandpa is not as comfortable as my mother holding me."
Aunt Lin lowered her head.
Dad has long been immune to Hu Zi's messy names.
He just smiled faintly, stretched out his hand and gently scratched Hu Zi's small upturned nose:
"You little brat."
"Um……"
Hu Zi's face was not very happy, but seemed a little depressed. After thinking for a while, he said aggrievedly:
"I miss Daddy."
(End of this chapter)
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