Goddess of Art Transformation Project

Chapter 346 No Sympathy

Just when Song Zihao could hardly bear Zong Ze's sharp gaze, Zong Ze suddenly turned his gaze to Liu Yifan, and asked calmly, but Liu Yifan was terrified when he heard the calm words.

"Liu Shao, how did you deal with...?"

Zong Ze didn't mention Song Zihao, firstly because he had never heard of Song Zihao, and secondly because Song Zihao didn't deserve to be mentioned by Zong Ze at all.

When Liu Yifan heard Zong Ze's question, he expressed his previous thoughts without reservation, "Young Master Song was hungry at the birthday banquet, so I asked him to drink some ink with a bottle of red sand. It is to make him full, and the second is to let him have some ink in his stomach, knowing that not everyone is something he can afford!"

"Oh? Liu Shao's hospitality is not very kind! Why did you only add a bottle of red sand? Add two more bottles and invite the distinguished guest to drink now. If the distinguished guest is hungry at the literary meeting, it means that we have not entertained enough !"

Song Zihao was trembling even with that bottle of red sand, but now he was so frightened that he almost passed out when he heard that there were two more bottles.

At this time, Han Yang brought two bottles of red sand from a table not far away, and put them in Song Zihao's hand, "Please, Young Master Song. Could it be Young Master Song who wants us to help you?"

Song Zihao was so clever that he didn't dare to hesitate to grab two bottles of red sand and pour them into the black-red ink. The red and noble red sand soaked into the black-red dark ink looked like hell, full of destruction the taste of.

The red juan enters the ink, and the ink is dyed red. The red waves are like the flowers of the Santu River blooming in the Sanqian weak water.

Song Zihao was about to pick up the inkstone and drink it, but Bai Hao suddenly interrupted Song Zihao's movements, "Huh? Isn't this Grandma Fang's porcelain pot? It's here! Grandma Fang's porcelain pot is here, my grandma Shouldn’t the characters on the pot be placed together with the porcelain pot?”

Bai Hao watched the porcelain pot pick it up and looked at it for a moment, and he was even more sure that this porcelain pot belonged to Grandma Fang. This porcelain pot was Grandma Fang's treasure, and it was the only thought that Grandpa Yu left for Grandma Fang.

Seeing Bai Hao's question, Chu Ci still hadn't said a word. The waiter who had gone to inform him before had found a chance, but he was very worried when he looked at the porcelain pot.Fortunately, the girl saved the porcelain pot, otherwise there would be a big mess!
When the waiter was watching from the sidelines before, the three old men had already left. Otherwise, no matter how confused the waiter was, he would never have failed to recognize the grandmother of the Bai family, that is, Bai Hao's grandmother. Isn't the beginning written by a friend of the Bai family's grandmother?

The waiter repeated the porcelain pot and the torn words to Bai Hao in horror and fear.

This retelling was like directly igniting the explosives, the darkness in Han Yang and Zong Ze's eyes became more intense, while Bai Hao directly picked up another bottle of red sand and threw it in front of Song Zihao, saying, "Add this in immediately! Then drink it!"

Bai Hao originally didn't want the matter to become a big deal, because this was originally his grandfather Bai Hongru's birthday banquet, no matter what caused the trouble, it was always because of the bad face of the Bai family, but when something happened, it was related to Chu Ci Although Zongze Baihao didn't want the matter to become a big deal, he let it develop without intervening.

But at this time, after hearing what the messenger waiter said, the fire could not be suppressed. It is a trivial matter that Grandma Fang's words are torn up, but this porcelain pot is Grandma Fang's lifeblood. How should the old man survive only by worrying?This Song Zihao is really a heinous crime.

Song Zihao also knew at this time that he had caused more than one disaster, and he was lucky that the porcelain pot was not broken, otherwise let alone the Song family, even the Du family, which the Song family was attached to, would not be able to fill the porcelain pot. hole.

This matter involving the older generation is not comparable to the small fights of the younger generation. If Grandma Fang vented her breath because of the breakage of the porcelain pot, then the heaven above But it really broke a hole.

Song Zihao had already resigned himself to his fate, he poured this bottle of red sand into the square inkstone, and picked it up carefully. Although the square inkstone was big, it was almost full at this moment.

Looking at Song Zihao at this moment, Chu Ci couldn't bear it, but he didn't stop him.

The righteous come from patience, the poor come from greed,

High-ranking people come from worship, lowly people come from arrogance,

The dumb come from slander, the blind and deaf from disbelief,

The long-lived come from compassion, the short-lived come from killing,
Those who do not have all the roots come from breaking the precepts, and those who have the six roots come from keeping the precepts.

Since Song Zihao initially chose to kill and break the precepts, the way of heaven favors reincarnation, retribution is not good, and those who humiliate others will always humiliate them, now he has become a short-lived person with no roots.There is nothing to be ashamed of.

Chu Ci also knew in his heart that if Liu Yifan hadn't appeared at the beginning, if he had been thrown out by the waiters of the Bai family, his fate might have been even more tragic than Song Zihao's at this time. It was precisely because of this that Chu Ci suddenly understood the status of power role.

"Thirty fame and dust, eight thousand miles of road, cloud and moon."

Chu Ci has never cared about fame and fame, even if he travels eight thousand miles, he just cares about the leisure time, treats others, is convenient to others, and is at ease with the situation.

do not take presumptuously,
don't give in vain,
not delusional,
Don't ask for anything.

But not all indifference and kindness to others will have good results. The tree wants to be quiet but the wind keeps blowing. In this chaotic world, some gust of wind may blow to you. There is not only sand but also frost in this wind. In this case, if you Or An Na Chu Ci just read so many poems and books in vain.

The years are long and busy.

The world is wide and the humble is narrow.

The wind, the flowers, the snow and the moon are originally idle, but those who are worried are redundant.

Chu Ci naturally understands this truth, but the time is long and the world is wide. If you can't protect yourself in this long time and the wide world, then you can't be regarded as a smart person.

But right now, Song Zihao's situation and the retribution of Chu Ci don't sympathize with him, they just feel a little unbearable, but this is just self-inflicted.

In fear and despair, Song Zihao picked up Fang Yan and forcefully drank the black-red liquid in Fang Yan. Although his body was still trembling, he didn't dare to let the black-red liquid flow out.

This liquid is not unpalatable in the stomach, on the contrary, the smell of madder is very refreshing, madder can open the meridians, and Song Zihao's chest that was hit like fire before was relieved by the pain of madder, and he felt a little relieved.

The cold liquid entered his stomach, and it still carried the aroma of madder, but Song Zihao completely ignored the comfort of this moment. Song Zihao's heart became colder as he continued to drink the black-red liquid in the square inkstone, and disappeared in front of the dark red liquid. At the end of the day, Song Zihao was already thinking about his own end in the future.

(End of this chapter)