Chapter 1717 Make Her Cry
How could someone rob her house when there was nothing worth stealing?
Su Xiaoyuan quickly realized this.
If she hadn't seen the puppet standing in the shadows in the corner, she would have suspected that she had walked into the wrong house while drunk.
Oh right, the puppet!
When she left, she asked the puppet to do some housework within its ability, such as taking out the trash...
Her heart skipped a beat and she quickly ran to the cupboard, opening the drawers one by one, then the boxes, the chests, and under the bed.
There were too many things missing, some of which she could remember, but some she couldn't even remember. Perhaps one day in the future when she remembered them, she would know what was missing.
Su Xiaoyuan turned to the puppet and said in a trembling voice, "Fu Tingyun... do you know where my things are?"
"I know. I've dealt with it." The puppet's tone was still flat and emotionless, making it seem particularly cruel.
Tears welled up in Su Xiaoyuan's eyes, and her lips trembled, but she forced herself not to cry. She even tried her best to remain calm and said, "Did you throw it away? Where did you throw it to, Fu Tingyun?"
The puppet pursed his lips and said, "Burned."
"How come there are no ashes after burning so many things?" Su Xiaoyuan still had a little hope in her heart. "Are you kidding me, Fu Tingyun?"
"No," the puppet said, "It was burned by the spiritual fire, there are no ashes."
The girl pursed her lips, revealing an expression that looked like she was laughing but also crying: "Have you seen...my little cat Jade? It's blue and this big..."
She gestured as she spoke, her slender fingers trembling uncontrollably.
Fu Tingyun remembered what she was talking about. It was a natural stone the size of a thumb, with natural patterns on it, like a crouching little animal. It had no spiritual energy at all, as if it had been picked up casually from a riverbank.
In his opinion, it is of course the worst of the worst.
"I'm burned," he replied.
"Did you burn those things because you thought they were garbage?"
"yes."
Su Xiaoyuan nodded woodenly: "Don't blame you, it's my fault that I didn't... didn't agree..."
She sobbed, and two strings of round tears rolled down like water droplets on a lotus leaf, hitting the ground with a "patter", soaking the bluestone floor.
Fu Tingyun felt as if a bitter drizzle was falling somewhere in his chest.
He lacks ordinary human emotions and has a vague sense of right and wrong, but he is not completely ignorant of the world.
He knew that he had done a very vile thing, and that he had done it consciously and deliberately with great and unprovoked malice.
He was secretly looking forward to her coming back and discovering what he had done. He wanted to make her sad and cry.
But when he really saw her crying sadly, he suddenly felt a lot of unfamiliar emotions that were difficult to identify, but happiness and satisfaction were not the only ones he felt.
If possible, he wanted to take the Qiankun bag out of the drawer and return it to her.
However, it has been burned and there is no way to go back and start over.
For the first time in his life, Fu Tingyun tasted the bitterness of regret.
Su Xiaoyuan didn't cry for long. She just picked up the bag that had fallen on the ground and placed it on the empty little table. Then she handed the oil-paper bag containing the snacks to the puppet: "I brought you some snacks. Take them and eat them outside."
The puppet didn't reach out to take it.
Su Xiaoyuan didn't ask a second time. She put the oil paper bag on the table, walked to the bed, took off her shoes and lay down.
"I'm sorry, Fu Tingyun, please go out for a moment."
The puppet received the order but did not move, still standing in front of her bed.
Su Xiaoyuan waited for a while, but didn't hear him move. She raised her voice a little: "Please go out, Fu Tingyun, I want to be alone for a while!"
She lay facing inward, not looking at Fu Tingyun's face, for fear that if she saw that face, she would be unable to resist jumping up and scratching it.
She understood that it was not his fault, he was just following her instructions to "throw away the trash", but he could not tell what was trash.
If there was any fault, it was her own. She knew clearly that it was a defective product that she bought for twenty spirit stones, but she still assigned him a task that was beyond his ability.
If it's a cat or dog that's destroying the house, you can scold them and give them a spanking.
But what can she do with an artificial idiot?
It’s like buying a second-hand appliance without any quality assurance on Xianyu, and it leaks electricity and burns down the house. Who else can you blame except yourself for being unlucky?
She knew she shouldn't vent her anger on others, but perhaps because the puppet looked too much like a real person, it was hard for her not to vent her anger on others when she saw that face.
After a moment, she finally heard the puppet's footsteps behind her, followed by the sound of the door being pushed open and then gently closed.
Su Xiaoyuan curled up into a ball, covered her face, and sobbed uncontrollably.
Those things were indeed worthless, even thieves would not bother to steal them. In the eyes of others they might really be rubbish, but she brought them back one by one, carefully selected them, and slowly added to them.
When she first came here, the system went into hibernation very quickly, and she was alone in this strange and unfamiliar world, not knowing a single person.
She couldn't adapt and fell asleep every night only because she was tired from crying.
She didn't know whether letting her die completely in that car accident was a mercy compared to throwing her into an absurd world and giving her an obviously unattainable goal.
Until one day, she passed by the stream of Huanhua Island and saw a stone that looked like a kitten. She washed it, picked it up and put it on the windowsill.
She was like a little tit that was suddenly thrown from spring into the depths of winter. When she was about to freeze to death, she struggled, flapped her wings, and brought back a thin dead branch.
She began to live her life seriously, and slowly built a small nest for herself with those twigs, small stones and small rubble.
Then she had friendly classmates, kind teachers, and made the best of friends.
Although she often encouraged herself, telling herself that there was always a chance of success, what if she succeeded? What if she could go home?
But she actually knew in her heart that this was just deceiving herself.
She could not return to her real home, she had less than a year left to live, and this was the end of her life.
So she tried her best to live each day to the fullest and slowly build a home in this strange world.
Now the home is gone.
She could buy back most of the things she lost, but she no longer had the energy to do it again.
…
Fu Tingyun pushed the door open and walked outside, where he sat cross-legged, ready to put aside all distracting thoughts and enter into meditation as usual.
But the girl's suppressed sobs kept lingering in my ears.
She cried for a long time, and finally fell asleep due to exhaustion. After a while, she woke up and continued crying.
Fu Tingyun expected that she would be angry and sad, and even looked forward to her getting angry and losing her temper with him, but he did not expect that he would be so sad and desperate.
He didn't understand what was so special about these external objects that made her so attached to them.
He has lived in Wuji Palace since he could remember. If someone burned it down, he would kill that person or make him pay compensation several times over, but he would not be sad.
For him, anything can be abandoned without hesitation when necessary, even himself.
If one day he is unable to suppress the desire in his Dantian, causing the seal of the Chaos Realm to collapse, he will sacrifice himself without hesitation.
It's like breaking a sword.
Most of the items he burned were ordinary miscellaneous items that could be bought easily. He kept all the things that had traces of her handiwork.
But she was still so sad.
Fu Tingyun felt an unfamiliar irritation.
Ever since the soul transfer went wrong, everything seemed to be out of his control.
The sobbing in the room gradually subsided.
Fu Tingyun waited for her breathing to become heavier, then gently opened the door and returned to the room.
The girl lay on the bed with her clothes on, curled up facing inward.
The quilt was still neatly placed at her feet.
It seemed like she didn't even want to cover herself with the quilt he had folded.
Fu Tingyun shook out the quilt, covered her with it, and tucked in the corners.
The girl sobbed again in her sleep.
Obviously, I just need to buy it back...
Thinking of this, Fu Tingyun suddenly had an idea in his mind.
Is it because of poverty?
Thinking of her rolling on the ground with joy while holding the sea spirit stone worth five hundred yuan, Fu Tingyun became more and more certain of his guess.
He could give her money.
Now that he is trapped in a puppet body, it is inconvenient for him to go to the shop to withdraw money, but he can use the soul seal to transfer his money to her through the shop.
He was not quite sure how much property he had in his name, as he usually left it to his second senior brother to manage, but he was never short of money.
Fu Tingyun took a towel from the shelf, wet it, steamed it until it was warm, walked to the bedside and gently wiped away the tear marks on the girl's face.
He could give her a lot of money, money that she could never spend.
It will definitely make her happy again.
The author has something to say:
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-20: Wife, do you think I still have a chance?
Xiao Yuanzi: I can’t coax you! Unless you wash Ling Yue Xianzun clean, wrap him in women’s clothes and put him on my bed
-20: Not impossible
-20 Looks strong but is weak inside. This dog will go to the crematorium after this.
This chapter was originally scheduled for tomorrow, but I updated it early after I finished coding.
Next week, I will enter v, then I will update three more times
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