At night.

Everything was silent, and the hustle and bustle of the day disappeared without a trace.

Du Heng stood in the courtyard and looked up at the sky.

The sky was pitch black, with dark clouds covering the moon.

I think the sky is preparing for the next round of storm.

Du Heng stood there and suddenly felt an indescribable chill in the evening breeze.

He cursed a few times and turned his head to look at Su Ling's room.

The door was locked tightly, not even a crack was exposed, only a dim yellow light shone on the window, shining on the window sill, slowly fainting.

Du Heng sighed and said to himself: "I don't understand what this guy thinks about every day. Ever since he came back from Sikong Mansion, he locked himself in the room alone and refused to let anyone in. He looked unhappy.

, I don’t know who provoked him...sigh..."

Du Heng sighed and shook his head, turned back to the kitchen, heated the leftovers again, turned around and took them out.

He came to Su Ling's door and pushed them.

The door was locked from the inside and could not be pushed open. Du Heng shook his head helplessly and called: "Su Ling, open the door, lock yourself in, and don't eat or talk. What are you doing!"

Su Ling's listless voice came from the door: "What do you want..."

Du Heng was stunned for a moment, and then shouted: "I've heated the food for you eight times, why don't you let me bring it in, and you can take a few bites..."

After a while, Su Ling's voice came from the room again: "If you don't want to eat... if you're not hungry... don't open the door!"

"I..." Du Heng's eyes widened, but he couldn't do anything. He could only curse a few times and said: "Okay, you can just starve to death in the house, no one will care about you...

.”

Although he said this, he still put the food at the door, and then returned to his room with a sigh.

After he left for a long time, the door slowly opened with a creak.

Su Ling stood in front of the door, her brows slightly furrowed and her face solemn. She looked up at the sky and felt that it was about to rain.

He shook his head and sighed again, then looked down and saw the tray with food placed at the door.

In the tray, there is a bowl of white porridge, two plates of pickles, and a corn pancake.

Su Ling knew that Du Heng was afraid that he would be hungry, so he left the meals at the door.

He sighed a few times, then regained his composure, shook his head, bowed and picked up the tray with food, turned around and entered the room, placed the tray on the table, turned around and locked the door shut.

The moment I opened the door, the cold wind howled outside, the clouds rolled, and the branches swayed.

Su Ling suddenly felt a chill running down his body.

Close the door firmly.

The cold wind outside was cut off by this locked door.

Only this room soothes myself with warm and dim light.

Eat something...people have to eat, right?

Su Ling ignored the two plates of pickles, only picked up the bowl of white porridge, took a spoonful of it, and stuffed it into his mouth.

The aroma of the white porridge in the past was overflowing, and Du Heng's skill in cooking the porridge was even more outstanding.

But today when he ate it, his mouth was filled with bitterness.

Su Ling forced herself to swallow the porridge, feeling even more bitter in her intestines and stomach.

He simply didn't care about this and just ate the porridge. The spoon in his hand was full of spoonfuls of white porridge.

Su Ling just ignored it, buried her head, and stuffed spoonful after spoonful into her mouth, moving faster and faster, as if she was repeating this action mechanically, and it had nothing to do with eating.

Until my mouth was filled to the brim with white porridge.

He suddenly stopped in a daze.

The white porridge flowed slightly from the corner of his mouth.

He seemed completely unaware and didn't even bother to wipe it.

However, as soon as the movements of his hands stopped, his entire shoulders began to shake uncontrollably.

The moment he raised his head again.

Tears burst down his face. His face was filled with tears.

He was like a helpless child, crying silently. The tears flowed freely on his face. He didn't wipe them away, and let the tears flow, bit by bit, into the bowl of porridge.

He just cried silently.

Eyes full of sadness, helplessness and broken sorrow.

There was even a hint of anger.

The porridge was mixed with tears.

But I couldn't eat it.

Then he slowly put the bowl down.

Looking at the dancing lights, my eyes were filled with tears.

He recalled everything that happened in Sikong Mansion over and over again in his mind.

That was the source of his sorrow.

He tried his best, tried his best to argue, tried his best to defend, even begged and threatened.

He even said that he would not be a general or commander.

He has only one purpose, to banish the immortal Li Zhibai for his innocence.

He begged Sikong Xiao Yuanche not to execute Li Zhibai.

That master of poetry and prose who banished immortality.

However, Xiao Yuanche was not moved at all. He even angrily accused Su Ling of completely ignoring the overall situation, which was immature and ridiculously childish.

Lidya Su didn't understand.

I can't understand it at all.

Does saving innocent lives have anything to do with the overall situation and immaturity?

What's more, the person who was rescued was a man of character who spoke out and outspokenly at the critical moment and only pursued pure articles for himself - Li Zhibai!

Is it the so-called superior who cannot tolerate anyone who doesn’t agree with him even a little bit?

Is it true that the so-called superiors, for the sake of their own so-called overall interests, can kill an innocent person without any regard? No matter if this person is an innocent common person or a writer?

Power makes people cold-blooded and crazy!

Are all the superiors in the world like this?

He was almost entangled with Xiao Yuanche to the point of breaking up.

But after all, he is not the superior one.

He couldn't resist this superior who always flaunted his decisiveness in killing.

He recalled over and over again that when he saw that the situation was out of control, Guo Baiyi winked at him hurriedly, not to mention trying to smooth things over and pull him back from the dead end.

Then he was dragged out of Sikong Mansion by Guo Baiyi.

He also asked him, brother in white, what crime did Li Zhibai commit? He was just a master who devoted himself to studying poetry.

He never succumbed to the emperor's orders, nor did he succumb to Sikong's power.

He really just followed his heart and said what he should say.

At the last moment of the Longhuang Poetry Society, he still followed his true intention and chose Su Ling's poetry as the leader.

He followed his own character!

But that's why.

The emperor will not tolerate him! Qingliu will not tolerate him! Sikong will not tolerate him either!

This world is so absurd.

Keep your heart, no!

It’s not okay to focus on writing articles and learning!

It’s okay not to follow the trend and lose your integrity!

You must stand in line, you must stand in line, and you must stand in line and choose your master. Only in this way can you survive!

Ridiculous? Ridiculous!

Isn’t it absurd? If everyone in the world is not like this, how can it be absurd?

Su Ling's hands couldn't help trembling, and they clenched together hard, unable to calm down for a long time...
To be continued...