I fell for it after hanging out with scum

Qin Shang struggled to get up from the bed, tore off the sheet, rolled it into a ball and threw it into the trash can.

Then, Qin Shang went to the bathroom and turned on the hot water to clean his body.

The kid was bleeding faster than he'd imagined.

It took half an hour for Qin Shang to clean his body. He came to the mirror with bare feet and looked at himself in the mirror. His cheeks were thin and pale, and he was uglier than a ghost.

In a few months, he will really turn into a ghost.

Qin Shang came out of the bathroom, without any time to be sentimental, fell back on the bed, fell asleep exhausted.

In the dream, Qin Shang appeared in an abandoned park, not far away was a crying child.

Qin Shang walked through the ancient tree in front of him, and saw a little girl in a white princess dress sitting in front of the dilapidated slide, lowering her head and wiping tears.

Qin Shang walked over and knelt down: "Why are you crying?"

The little girl blinked and sobbed, "You don't want me anymore."

Qin Shang stretched out his hand and stroked the little girl's face: "You shouldn't have come into this world."

The little girl burst into tears, feeling extremely wronged, her face gradually became blurred, and finally disappeared in front of Qin Shang.

When Qin Shang woke up, his pillow was wet, and he stared at the ceiling in a daze.

is a girl.

Qin Shang closed his eyes, wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and yawned, feeling relaxed like never before.

This whipping saved him the trouble of going to the hospital for surgery.

Qin Shang's back was seriously injured and he lay on the bed for a week.

This morning, the housekeeper brought a hand-copied scripture.

"Young Master Fang asked you to copy the scriptures during the confinement period." The housekeeper said, "This copy will be finished today."

The wrist-thick scriptures were completed in one day, and Fang Zhongjing punished him on purpose.

Qin Shang looked up: "What if you can't finish copying?"

The butler said truthfully: "Then you may have to be whipped again."

Qin Shang stopped talking and stared at the scriptures on the table in a daze.

"Fang Shao said, the handwriting can't be scribbled, and there can't be typos. When you finish writing, he will check it himself."

After the butler left, Qin Shang looked at the scriptures in front of him, remained silent for a moment, picked up a pen, and began to copy.

It was snowing heavily outside, and the sound of heavy snow crushing branches could be heard through a wall.

Before I knew it, it was early morning.

A heavy bell rang in the quiet villa.

The butler opened the door and came in on time to take the results.

Wearing home clothes, Fang Zhongjing sat in front of the desk with a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on his nose, flipping through Qin Shang's handwritten scriptures.

Words are like people, flowing clouds and flowing water, and pens are like dragons and snakes.

Fang Zhongjing turned a page and said slowly, "His calligraphy was taught by me."

The steward replied, "That's his blessing."

After Qin Shang's parents disappeared, Fang's family took care of Qin Shang's food, clothing and shelter, including this person.

Fang Zhongjing closed his hand to copy the scriptures, leaned on the back of the chair, turned his head and looked out the window, "It is indeed his blessing to be able to take my life for me."

Afterwards, a scripture was sent to Qin Shang's room every day, rain or shine.

Qin Shang asked while writing: "What do you do with the copied scriptures?"

The butler replied: "Master Jiang has been having nightmares recently, so Young Master Fang gave him the scriptures as a gift."

Qin Shang paused.

After a while, he looked up at the butler: "So Fang Zhongjing borrowed flowers from my heart to offer Buddha?"

The housekeeper corrected: "Everything in the Fang family belongs to Young Master Fang, including you."

Qin Shang put down his pen and sneered.

That night, the butler took away the scriptures copied by Qin Shang as usual and sent them to Fang Zhongjing.

Jiang Qiao happened to be in the study too.

Fang Zhongjing read the book without raising his head: "Put it here..."

Jiang Qiao smiled, took the handwritten scriptures from the housekeeper, flipped through them casually, his face suddenly changed.

It was blank.