Ruo Jinsheng

In the dark night, heavy snow fell, and the little man knelt in the middle of the courtyard, the snow had already buried his thighs.Her legs were already numb, her body was frozen, and her eyelids were getting heavier and heavier.

"You can't sleep, you can't sleep, you can't wake up when you fall asleep." The villain kept admonishing himself, trying to stay awake.He has been kneeling here for a whole day, except for the uncontrollable shivering of his body due to the cold, he dare not make unnecessary movements.

"Come in!" The person in the room finally spoke, and the little man trembled even more, he was afraid.The villain struggled for a long time without standing up, and he didn't dare to keep the people in the room waiting for a long time, so he crawled into the room.The brightly lit room is warm and comfortable with burning earth dragons.

"Slave pays respects to master." The villain reluctantly maintained a gesture of greetings, the difference in temperature made his whole body feel like thousands of ants biting him, making him extremely uncomfortable.

"Are you guilty?" The voice was gentle with a hint of laziness, just like his image, a gentle and humble gentleman.This person is Shu Huai, the master of Linghui Pavilion.

The little man didn't dare to look up, but replied softly: "I am guilty."

Shu Huai raised his pen and ink, showing elegance in every move, not at all like a cruel person.But the little man was shaking violently, he knew Shu Huai too well. "If you don't ask, you are stealing. How dare you go to the kitchen to steal food? I never thought there would be such a person in Linghui Pavilion in this seat." There was nothing unusual about the gentle voice, but the little man was even more nervous.This is the time to ask the teacher to blame.

"Forget it, I won't be entangled with you, whichever hand you hold will be discarded!" He said something not gentle in a gentle tone.The little man's face was pale, as expected, he would not let him off lightly, panic had already appeared.He was afraid, how could it be as simple as it said to lose one hand? "I beg the master to spare the slave! The slave is willing to fast for three days."

"Since you mentioned it, let's add it!" Shu Huai finally raised his head to look at the little man who was bending over to beg for mercy, but he didn't intend to just let him go. "Which hand steals the food?"

The little man looked down at the two paws tangled for a while with complicated eyes, then slowly stretched out his left hand.Shu Huai smiled slightly, how could he not see what the little man was thinking.Can a right-handed person hold food with his left hand?I'm afraid I have used both hands.

"Are you sure?" The little man closed his eyes and nodded.This little guy is always like this, he hides his ears and steals the bell, he only dares to tell a lie when he closes his eyes.

"Then put your hand over!" Shu Huai didn't care about him.The little man walked over as if he was dead, put his hands on Shu Huai's desk, lowered his head and closed his eyes.

Shu Huai chuckled, what are you doing with your eyes closed?Lying is not a matter of dry eyes. If you have the ability, just close your mouth and don't say it.

Shu Huai was not polite, picked up the ruler on the table and hit the paw.The heavy town ruler brought down the wind as if it was about to break the bones. The severe pain made the little man almost cry out in pain. He tried his best to control his breathing, not daring to disturb the perpetrator. Controlling the instinct to withdraw his hand.

The room was silent, only the sound of the ruler and the claw colliding.The little man was thin, and his hands were skinny, and there was no difference between hitting the palm of the hand and hitting the bone with the ruler.From white to red to bruised and swollen, I don't know how many times I have been hit, the skin is overwhelmed and finally strikes.Blood splashed onto the copy written by Shu Huai.

"After tidying it up, copy it again to me." Shu Huai finally didn't really let go of his hand, gently put down the ruler, and put the blood-stained copy on the corner of the table.

The little man breathed a sigh of relief, and took the ruler to wash it. Blood oozes continuously from his hands, leaving spots of blood on the snow after walking all the way, and the spots of red in the white are so delicate and beautiful, like red plums.But it was soon covered by new snow, leaving no trace.

The town ruler couldn't be cleaned, and the frostbitten legs began to regain consciousness. The left hand kept reminding me of my existence. The pain made the little man exhausted. His eyes were red but he didn't dare to let tears flow out of them. He could only look up at the sky.It wasn't until the wound on his left hand was soaked in ice water that it turned white and stopped bleeding, and the town ruler returned to its original color.

After finally finishing it, I stood in front of the desk to copy.Not long after, the wound that had been washed with water began to ooze blood again. Fearing that the blood would be stained again, the little man had no choice but to press the paper with his elbow.The wrong writing posture made Shu Huai frown all the time, but he finally held back and did not embarrass him.Even so, Xiaoren'er's handwriting is still vigorous, neat and generous as before, and I don't know how many boards forced it out.

Finally, a perfect transcription was released, and it was already daylight.The little man felt a little dizzy when he raised his head, and his legs were trembling uncontrollably.

"Serve me to freshen up!"

The little man waited on Shu Huai in a daze to wash and wash his hair. When he tied his hair, his hair was pulled so painfully. When he washed his hair, the water was too cold. Shu Huai even suspected that he was taking the opportunity to take revenge.Because the little man was not concentrating when he tied his hair, the wound on his hand was pulled away, and the blood flowed down his hand to his hair. Feeling the warmth on the top of his head, Shu Huai turned his head to look at the little man.But the little man didn't respond, he just combed and tied his hair mechanically, without any expression.

The blurry little man in front of him completely ignored Shu Huai who kept frowning, but fortunately Shu Huai didn't care about the little man with blurred eyes.He just washed it after sending the little man away, and he watched the bath water turn pale pink.I always think of the way the little man staggered when he went out and his hands were still oozing blood. He must be very uncomfortable, otherwise how could he not know that his hands were bleeding?