Chapter 86: Little Lamb, why did you choose me to frame you? ...
That afternoon, Song Jin had a conversation with Ji Shubai. Although they didn't say much, they sweated a lot.
What Song Jin said makes sense.
If His Majesty remains weak, his self-esteem will inevitably be hurt, and it is hard to say how he will retaliate in the future.
If he was a strong person, how could he allow power to fall into the hands of others? Everyone has witnessed how bloody the founding of the Ming Dynasty was.
For an emperor, favor is a knife hanging around his neck.
I can sincerely praise you and glorify you, but not when you are in power.
You have to fall, and keep falling, until you fall into the mud, and then I will personally lift you up and worship you, so that I can show my magnanimity.
Ji Shubai sent Song Jin away. Before leaving, he drank a sip of tea and then sat alone in the study room, not coming out for the whole afternoon.
Now Qingshan was anxious.
"I asked you to coax someone, why did you coax someone into this state?"
Song Jin played with his fingers and said, "Anyway, I'm not angry now."
"Then you don't say a word."
"Please wait a little longer. If it doesn't work, I'll coax you again."
Song Jin felt relieved and a smile appeared on his face again.
Mentally speaking, now that they have changed everyone, it is finally her turn to be open and confident.
Qingshan sighed and sat in the corridor guarding the door.
Seeing him like this, Song Jin felt a little sympathetic.
There are some truths that she understood very late, such as how cruel it is to tell someone that the world and people he cares about will have an irreversible sad ending in the future.
When hope is destroyed, will will also be depressed, especially for someone like Ji Shubai.
It is the age when one is full of vigor and vitality and has infinite yearning for a better future, but in the end, a bucket of cold water is poured on one's head. No one can accept it.
This was undoubtedly a major blow. When Song Jin realized what was happening, he panicked. He sat there with Qingshan, looking at the door, guarding it motionlessly.
"Have your parents ever been like this before?"
Qingshan shook his head.
People are really troublesome. If you keep things in your heart, you will feel uncomfortable. If you speak them out, others will feel uncomfortable. Life is uncomfortable, just like the game of passing the flower. You never know when the flower you pass will be in your hands again.
Song Jin's next discomfort came two hours later.
When the sun was about to set behind the mountains, the door opened and Ji Shubai walked out. The two of them went to greet him.
"grown ups?"
Ji Shubai glanced at Song Jin and asked, "Why are you still here?"
Song Jin suddenly felt like an outsider being excluded, and felt uncomfortable, so he pouted and said, "Then I'll leave?"
"Um."
Just after a while, my mood dropped again.
Song Jin has rarely felt this kind of emotional roller coaster since he grew up. After all, humans are social animals, and it is difficult for them to live freely in a world without any ties.
At some moments, she treated Ji Shubai, who was able to speak, as her own person, but obviously he did not think so.
"etc."
Song Jin looked back with some joy.
"Don't tell anyone about the conversation we had today."
Song Jin knew it well, nodded and walked away, and heard Ji Shubai's voice behind him.
"Come with me to find Master Pan."
The courtyard was livelier than before. As soon as Song Jin entered the door, he was attracted by a group of chattering sounds. Looking up, he saw several old women and clerks surrounding the lamb, talking about something.
Song Jin walked closer to take a look, and saw the lamb lying on its side on the ground with a vegetable and a bowl of water next to its mouth. However, the lamb no longer had the strength to get up and eat.
"This sheep is no good."
"I said at the beginning that this sheep would never be saved. With such a deep wound and in summer, it would be a miracle if it could survive."
"What do we do now?"
"What else can we do? Either give it a quick stab or let it die in pain."
"What a sin."
"That's right. The longer it lives, the more sin it suffers. It would be better to kill it right away. Now the meat is rotten and the sheep can't survive. It has suffered so much for nothing."
"Hey, Mr. Lu, you're back."
Song Jin felt a buzzing in his head and his vision gradually became blurred.
Human beings are very arrogant creatures. They often fantasize about being heroes and saviors, as if only by saving others from danger can they appear noble and kind.
But Song Jin knew very well that she was not cut out to be a hero, so she never thought of taking the sheep away at first. But in the end, this doomed sheep still fell into her hands.
She knew from the beginning that she couldn't take it away or raise it, so either let it die immediately or suffer for a while before dying. Song Jin had no other choice.
But the most difficult thing in life is making decisions, decisions about life and death.
If it was just an ordinary lamb among the crowd, perhaps Song Jin wouldn't care so much. The bad thing was that Gao Ce stopped halfway through killing it because of her, and then gave it to her.
From that moment on, its fate was changed by Song Jin, but she was unable to take full responsibility.
Song Jin walked through the crowd and squatted beside the lamb.
The wound on the hind leg was dark red and smelly, attracting several flies to buzz around it. The skin around it was already red, swollen and shiny, and the eyes were half open weakly, the mouth was slightly open, and the vegetables handed to it were not chewed at all.
Every sign indicated that this little lamb had not much time left.
"Mr. Lu, just kill him. It will be quicker."
"That's right, it's better to end it all once and for all than to endure the pain."
"I have done everything I can. This is its fate."
life?
She had just spoken of Ji Shubai's fate, and now she had to face the tragic fate of the lamb.
Song Jin put her hand on the lamb's delicate neck. She felt a scorching heat coming from under the soft wool, which made her fingers tremble.
She buried her head between her knees and said nothing.
"Think about it carefully. Even if we don't kill them, and don't feed or drink them, it will only take a day or two."
Everyone dispersed and Song Jin squatted there alone.
When watching TV in the past, whenever a beautiful killer killed someone cleanly, Song Jin always thought it was very handsome, unrestrained and decisive without any hesitation. At that time, she thought that if she were a killer, she would do the same, without any hesitation.
But now a mortal sheep was placed before her, and she found that all she could do was shed tears.
As she grew older, she never felt so cowardly.
I don't know how long it took, but then I heard footsteps.
Ji Shubai squatted beside her and reached out to take her hand away from the lamb.
Song Jin looked up suddenly, his face soaked with tears shimmering in the dim light, his eyes were red and swollen.
"Leave it to me."
Song Jin grabbed the lamb by the scruff of the neck and stopped Ji Shubai from taking the lamb away.
"Then what?"
"Every sheep has its own destiny. You have done what you can. It's time to let go."
Ji Shubai was extremely relaxed when he said this, with a faint smile on his lips, as if he was comforting someone, or as if he saw through life and death.
"What if I don't agree?" Song Jin became stubborn.
"The sheep is in pain, and so are you, but you can't change the outcome."
Song Jin suddenly burst into tears, like a child who lost a toy fight, so miserable.
Ji Shubai let go of the hand holding the sheep, and instead hugged Song Jin's shoulders, helped her up from the ground, and dragged her into the house.
Song Jin couldn't struggle and was dragged away.
Ji Shubai pushed her down on a stool, poured her a cup of tea and handed it to Song Jin, waiting for her to finish drinking before he started talking.
"You made a mistake, you know that?"
Unexpectedly, Song Jin nodded, which stunned Ji Shubai for a moment.
"You are a cook. That sheep was on the menu that day. Even if it was not on the menu that day, it will be on the menu of a family in the future."
Song Jin's tears flowed uncontrollably: "You blame me for being too talkative, right?"
"No," Ji Shubai smiled softly, "It's very difficult for you to hold back. You have a good conscience and it's difficult for you not to speak out if you think I will be in trouble. But I want to ask you, there are so many officials in Suzhou Prefecture, why did you choose me to frame?"
Song Jin was stunned for a moment and even forgot to cry.
Song Jin chose him because she thought he was a good person who followed the rules. Because he followed the rules, he was controlled by her and did not even retaliate against her. Because he was a good person, he was easily trapped by emotions. Bad people may not have such rich and kind emotions.
She didn't say it out loud, but Ji Shubai had already figured it out.
"If I am no longer myself, can you still threaten me? If I am still myself, do you think I will change my behavior because of what you said?"
Song Jin opened his lips but couldn't utter a word.
"You said that people's hearts remain unchanged for thousands of years, so why do you think I would change because of a few words?"
Ji Shubai was extremely relaxed when he said this, with a faint smile on his face the whole time. It was a kind of relief that came from carrying a heavy burden and then slowly letting it go. He told others the story of the past in a calm tone.
Song Jin burst into tears again. On the one hand, she wanted to hit him hard on the head to wake him up. On the other hand, she felt that this man was so simple and old-fashioned that it was scary. But no matter what, she couldn't convince him.
Everyone has his own destiny.
The sheep has its own destiny, it is destined to become a dish.
Song Jin has his own destiny. He was not a good person in his previous life, and he cannot completely become a good person in this life.
Ji Shubai has Ji Shubai's own destiny. In the officialdom, one cannot advance or retreat as he pleases.
Everyone has their own ideas and their own persistence, and no one can change anyone else.
Song Jin suddenly felt fortunate. At least Ji Shubai was willing to speak to her openly, instead of treating her as an outsider and keeping silent.
"Okay, stop crying. If someone sees you, they'll think I bullied you. You're just pretending to be a man."
"Men can cry too. You can cry if you want to. I won't laugh at you."
Ji Shubai was stunned for a moment, then suddenly laughed: "Okay, next time I want to cry, I will definitely go to you to cry."
"Wipe your face. I asked the kitchen to make you something delicious."
After saying that, he stood up and walked out. Song Jin was brought out of her sad mood by his smile. She grabbed the towel from the washbasin rack, wiped it roughly and followed him out.
"What's delicious?"
As Song Jin asked the question, his eyes fell on the tree where the lamb was tied.
Empty.
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