The footsteps were very light and getting closer. I half-supported my body without moving, so I could hear each step closer more clearly, and the faint shadow in the long and narrow corridor slowly appeared bit by bit.

In front of the prison door.

A pair of black official boots came into my sight.

There were still a lot of snowflakes and mud on my boots. It was obvious that I had walked in a hurry before, and there were a lot of snowflakes on the hem of my clothes. Along the way, I left faint footprints and rustling sounds until I reached the gate.

, then stopped.

Then, the man slowly squatted down, and a pale face appeared in the light.

I just felt that the hands supporting my body were shaking, and I almost fell down in embarrassment.

Light cold!

For a moment, I almost thought I was hallucinating because I was too cold and uncomfortable, especially when the light from the skylight above his head shone on his face. His dark face was as calm as a windless lake, looking at me.

There is no coldness or strangeness in the eyes, but only deep concern and affection.

Even my fingertips that felt cold began to feel.

"Qinghan..."

I was still in a trance and thought I was in a dream, but his voice sounded so real in my ears, low and calm, with a hint of strange hoarseness: "Light..."

"..."

"Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

"..."

"Qingqing, are you injured?"

"..."

My cold fingertips slowly gained some feeling. I gritted my teeth and pushed myself up to sit up. Although I knew that I must be in a very embarrassed state, I still subconsciously pulled the hem of my skirt down to cover my face.

Mud-stained ankles; if you want to see him clearly, you have to retreat further to the corner to hide yourself in the darkness.

"Are you here?"

He looked at me as if he was startled, but still didn't say anything. He just asked in a low voice: "Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

"..." I shook my head gently.

"Come here, let me take a look."

He looked for his hand towards me. I hesitated for a long time, and finally slowly moved over there. Messy hair, dirty face, and haggard expression were all inevitably presented in front of his eyes.

But he just gently grabbed my hand and saw that there were wooden thorns on the fingertips that had been pierced into the skin due to the hard grip on the wooden fence. They had now become swollen into small red spots, and he said softly: "

Does it hurt?"

I shook my head.

I don’t know what time it is now, but he is still wearing the official uniform from the annual banquet, his hair is tied up high, and he is not wearing an official hat, revealing a clean and clear forehead. When he lowered his head, he used rough fingers to

When her belly was rubbing my palm, her long eyelashes shone in the light, and her slightly closed lips formed a soft curve.

Suddenly, it seemed like I was back in time.

It was as if everything had never happened. He was still in Jixiang Village, being the carefree, bravest and simplest fisherman, cherishing his wife.

But my wife...

Thinking of this, a scalding heat surged into my eyes. I felt that my eyes were severely burned, but I still kept looking at him with my eyes wide open. Although he lowered his head, he seemed to be able to feel my gaze and also

Without raising his head, he just said dullly: "What's wrong?"

"Why don't you ask me?"

"..."

His fingers were stiff for a moment, and then he continued to hold my hand: "What do you ask?"

"Ask me, have you ever caused a pregnant woman to miscarry and lose her unborn child?"

"..."

"I don't ask."

"Why?"

"..."

After a long silence, he still lowered his head, but the eyelashes reflecting the light could not help but tremble: "The teacher said, that must be true."

My fingers twitched in his palm.

Fu Badai...

Recalling the old man who was always there in the main hall, even when I was taken away from the main hall, he was still "a drunk man who solved a thousand worries, and a drunk man who dies will be crowned a prince", I couldn't help but grit my teeth.

I originally thought and hoped most that I would tell Qinghan all the secrets about me. Even the most disgusting and despicable parts should be told to him bit by bit by myself instead of others.

Anyone can do it for me, especially the person who sees all this - Fu Badai.

Qinghan pinched my fingers slightly with his palms and said calmly: "The teacher said you can do that."

"..."

"So, he is very disappointed in you."

Disappointed? When I heard these two words, I felt a wave of unwillingness and anger. Although it didn't break out immediately, when I spoke again, my voice was clearly cold: "Is he disappointed in me?"

"Yes." Qinghan raised his head and looked at me. His clear eyes looked very light under the light, so light that they were almost transparent. There was an extremely clear feeling: "He said that he could think of what you had experienced.

No matter what, but you have enough strength to fight back, so you will do those things."

"..."

"But he said that it was precisely because of this that he was disappointed."

"..."

"The evil done by others should not be the reason for you to do evil."

"..."

There was a lump in my throat.

"He said that you should not be like those people, but allowing yourself to be like those people is a great misfortune."

The original unwillingness and annoyance disappeared at this moment. I suddenly felt that all my filth and unworthiness could be seen through those transparent eyes and the wise but dark blindness behind them.

.

Yes...what have I done over the years?

I don't want to be like the women in Shangyang Palace and the harem, who spend all their efforts to dress red and green, scheming, and even jealousy for a man's occasional glance and favor, but what I have done is

What? Isn’t it a conspiracy? Isn’t it full of ugliness? What’s more, my hands are stained with the resentment and blood of innocent people?

To resist other people's evil deeds, you should not use the same evil deeds, but I have completely forgotten it.

No wonder I have been doing well and failing over the years. No matter how hard I struggle, I always lose. It’s not that I really can’t do well, but that what I do is simply wrong.

Thinking of this, I smiled bitterly.

When I raised my head to look at him, my eyes and expression were completely depressed.

"As expected, I am a student who has not studied well."

Qinghan looked at me, and there seemed to be a hint of pain in his eyes.

But I still smiled, a bitter smile: "Did you know that the first class for the students at Xishan Academy is always taught by Fu Badai himself, and his first class does not teach the six arts or teach the kingly way, as long as the students learn the

Remember one sentence firmly - we are born in this world, we should uphold justice, denounce evil, be full of knowledge, create unparalleled achievements, benefit the current world, and be famous in future generations."

Qinghan was stunned for a moment, and said subconsciously: "But, I——"

"Yes, but some people are different."

"..."

"What his disciples learned in the first lesson was something else."

He and I were silent for a while, and then we said at the same time: "No matter how turbulent the world is, I still have a kind heart."

After saying this, he and I fell silent again.

After looking at each other for a long time, I suddenly smiled at him: "Am I a student who doesn't learn well?"

Qinghan's face was covered with sadness, and he looked at me without speaking again.

Including Qinghan, Fu Badai only taught this sentence to three people. In other words, he didn't want us to create any amazing achievements, nor did he want us to be benevolent and famous for future generations. He only wanted us to be kind, no matter what difficulties we encountered.

, no matter who you meet, you must be kind.

Perhaps, it is because he has already foreseen that our kindness may be enough to outweigh the deeds of many people.

But I——

No wonder he would be disappointed in me.
To be continued...