The footsteps were very light and were getting closer and closer. I half supported my body and didn't move. I could hear more clearly the approaching of each step, and the faint shadow in the narrow corridor slowly appeared in front of the prison door.??

A pair of black official boots walked into my sight.

There were still many snowflakes and mud on the boots. Obviously, I was walking very fast before, and there were a lot of snowflakes on the hem of my clothes. I walked along the way and left a faint footprint and a serene sound. I walked to the gate before I stopped.

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

I just felt my hands holding my body tremble and almost fell down in a mess.

Light cold!

For a moment, I almost thought that I was hallucinating because I was too cold and too uncomfortable, especially the light on the skylight above my head shone on his face. My dark face was as calm as if there was no wind on the lake. When I looked at me, I didn’t have coldness, no strangers, but only deep concern and care.

Even my fingertips began to feel cold.

"Qinghan..."

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

“…”

"Are you feeling bad?"

“…”

"Glow, are you injured?"

“…”

The cold fingertips slowly became a little conscious. I gritted my teeth and barely supported myself to sit up. Although I knew that I must be very embarrassed now, I subconsciously pulled the corner of my skirt down to cover my muddy ankles. I wanted to see him clearly, but I retreated to the corner of the wall and hid myself in the darkness.

"You're here?"

He looked at me, as if he was stunned, but he still said nothing, and just asked in a low voice: "Do you feel uncomfortable?"

"..." I shook my head gently.

"Come here, I'll take a look."

He looked for my hand. I hesitated for a long time, and finally slowly moved over there. His messy head, dirty face, and haggard expression were inevitably presented to him, but he just gently grabbed my hand and saw that there were wooden thorns on his fingertips that were pierced into his skin because he was holding the wooden fence hard. Now it had swollen into small red dots, and said softly: "Does it hurt?"

I shook my head.

I don't know when it is now, but he is still wearing the official uniforms at the New Year banquet. His head is tied up high, without an official hat, revealing his clean and clear forehead. When he lowered his head and rubbed my palms with his rough fingertips, his long eyelashes shone brightly under the light, and his slightly closed lips pursed into a soft curve.

Suddenly, it seemed like I was back in the past.

Everything seems to have never been born. He is still in Jixiang Village, the carefree, bravest and simplest fisherman, caring for his wife.

But my wife...

Thinking of this, a hot stream of heat surged into my eyes. I felt my eyes were so burned, but I still looked at him with my eyes wide open. Although he lowered his head, he seemed to be able to feel my gaze. He did not look up and said dullly: "What's wrong?"

"Why don't you ask me?"

“…”

His fingers also stiffened for a moment, and then he continued to hold my hand: "What are you asking?"

"Ask me if there was any cause of a pregnant woman to have a miscarriage and lose her child who had not seen the light of day."

“…”

"I won't ask."

"Why?"

“…”

After a long silence, he still lowered his head, but the bright eyelashes kept trembling: "The teacher said, that must be true."

My fingers spasmed in his palm.

Fu Badai...

Looking back on the old man who had been in the hall, even when I was taken away from the hall, I still "relieve thousands of worries when I was drunk, and die of drunkenness is considered a marquis." I couldn't help but grit my teeth.

I thought, and most hoped that all the secrets about me would be told by myself that even the most unbearable and despicable part should be told by me bit by bit, rather than anyone else, especially those who take it all in their eyes - Fu Badai.

Qinghan's palm squeezed my fingers slightly and said calmly: "The teacher said, you will do that."

“…”

"So, he's disappointed with you."

Disappointment? Hearing these two words, a wave of unwillingness and anger surged in my heart. Although I didn't make it immediately, when I spoke again, my voice was clearly cold: "He is disappointed with me?"

"Yes." Qinghan looked up at me, and his clear eyes looked very light under the light, almost transparent, with a feeling of being extremely clear: "He said he could think of what you had encountered before, but you had enough strength to fight back, so you would do those things."

“…”

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

“…”

"Others' evil deeds should not be your reason for doing evil."

“…”

My throat choked.

"He said it would be a great misfortune that you shouldn't be like those people, but let yourself go with those people."

The original unwillingness and anger disappeared at this moment. I suddenly felt that I was surrounded by those transparent eyes and those blindness, which was full of wisdom but darkness, and I could see that all my filth and disbelief could not be hidden.

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

I don't want to wear red and green clothes, intrigue and even jealous and ugly things like Shangyang Palace and the women in the harem, just like those in the harem, for the sake of a man's eyes and favor, but what am I doing? Isn't it a scheming? Isn't it a scheming? Isn't it a scheming? What's worse, my hands are stained with the resentment and blood of innocent people?

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

No wonder over the years, I have been losing and no matter how hard I struggle, I have lost. It’s not that I really can’t do it well, but that I’ve done it wrong at all.

Thinking of this, I smiled bitterly.

When I looked up at him, my eyes and expression were completely depressed.

"Sure enough, I'm a student who hasn't learned well."

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

But I still smiled and smiled bitterly: "Do you know that the first class of students at Xishan Academy at the beginning of the school year will always be taught by Fu Badai himself. His first lesson is not to study the Six Arts or educate the kingly way. As long as the students remember one sentence firmly - we were born in this world, we should uphold justice, deny evil, and be full of knowledge, create unparalleled achievements, benevolence to the present and be remembered in future generations."

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

"Yes, but some people are different."

“…”

"What his disciples learned in the first lesson are different."

I was silent for a moment and said, "No matter whether the world is turbulent, I have a kind heart."

After saying this, he and I were silent again.

After looking at each other for a long time, I suddenly smiled at him: "Am I a student who has not learned well?"

Qinghan's face was covered with a layer of gloom. He looked at me and did not speak anymore.

Including Qinghan, Fu Badai only taught three people, which means that he doesn't want us to create any amazing careers, nor does he want us to be kind to the present and to be famous in the future. He only needs to be kind, no matter what difficulties he encounters or whoever he meets.

Perhaps, it is because he had already foresawed that our kindness may be enough to overcome the unparalleled achievements of many people.

But I-

No wonder he was disappointed in me.

Thinking of this, I slowly raised my head, looked at the transparent and clear eyes, and asked, "Qinghan, where are you?"

He looked at me.

"What do you think of me?"

“…”

"I am not that clean and innocent, from the beginning." Speaking of this, my voice was a little trembling. I don't know whether it was the biting coldness brought by the falling snow on my body or the chill that came out of my heart, and I couldn't help but tremble: "What I did - maybe, I've been in hell for a long time."

“…”

"And you?"

Qinghan didn't say anything, but just held my fingers and kept exerting force, which almost made my slender finger bones feel slightly hurt. He did not let go. Even though there was a strange noise outside, he kept holding me like this, his hands and eyes were as firm as they were, without any wavering.

Just as his firm words sounded solemnly in his ears—

"If you're in hell, I'll go!"

.

What happened next was so unexpected that it almost caught people off guard.

I thought the turmoil in the hall was enough to make people confused, but when the dark figure rushed into the prison as fast as lightning, and cut off the twelve thick wooden fences with one wave of his hand, I realized that everything was just the beginning.

It seemed to indicate the beginning of the real turmoil, and the wind and snow outside became more and more violent.
To be continued...