Red Heart Survey

Zhao Rucheng's family was well-off, and he bought a house near the Taoist temple to live in. He had a dozen servants to take care of him, and he didn't often stay in the dormitory. Once Du Yehu got drunk, he couldn't do it all at once.

So after Jiang Wang returned to the dormitory, he suddenly realized that he was the only one left in the noisy dormitory on weekdays.

After closing the door, he subconsciously glanced at the bed on the far left side of the dormitory.

On the bed was an extremely neatly folded clean bedding, the material of which was no different from that of other people's bedding in the dormitory. There is no one on the bed at the moment, and it will never appear again.

This is Fang Pengju's bed. He comes from a wealthy family, but he is never coddled and trivial. He drinks and eats with everyone, and he is never picky.

The bed opposite Fang Pengju was empty, with a lot of luggage piled on it.

The beds on both sides are arranged separately based on this, and there are three beds on one side.

The second bed next to Fang Pengju's bed on the left is the messiest one in the dormitory. The quilts were randomly piled up, and the scattered clothes were just decorations. If you sniffed carefully, you could smell the aroma of wine. If you look down at the bottom of the bed, you can see the neat and dense wine jars. Compared with the environment where the owner of the bed lived, these wine jars were obviously taken care of very well.

The first bed on the left is next to the door, so this is Ling He's bed - he is always responsible for opening and closing the door for everyone. There are still a few inconspicuous patches on the quilt, but the starching is very clean.

The first bed on the right is Jiang Wang's, and his quilt is between Ling He and Ling He. Despite not being back in ages, the beds were made and obviously cleaned regularly. Maybe it was Ling He, maybe it was Zhao Rucheng... maybe it was Fang Pengju,

The second bed on the right next to Jiang Wang belongs to Zhao Rucheng. His bed is unique in the entire dormitory. The bedding and sheets are all high-end goods from Yunxiangzhai. On the small dormitory bed, there is a curtain embroidered with gold thread . It is a world of difference from Du Yehu on the opposite side.

Those who are not familiar with Zhao Rucheng may think that Zhao Rucheng is difficult to get along with, but in fact it is just that his living standard is too high. Even if you only come to the dormitory occasionally, it should be as gorgeous and comfortable as possible. He even spent a lot of money to transform the entire dormitory into a top-level guest room at Tianzihao—if Jiang Wang hadn't beaten him up.

Jiang Wang has spent three years in this dormitory since he was admitted to the outer gate of the Taoist monastery at the age of fourteen. Every detail in the room is very familiar to him.

Things are people, not everything.

Jiang Wang was silent for a while, then took off his shoes and socks, took off his outer shirt, and lay down on his own bed.

He was very tired, very tired, but until this moment, he was finally able to sleep peacefully.

When I wake up, I am idle, and when I dream, I wait for the sky.

The whole Fenglin City is square and square, with neat planning. The City Lord's Mansion is at the center, radiating in all directions. The east city is the territory of the Taoist temple, and the rich and noble families are in the west of the city. Most of the people living in the southern city are civilians, while the wealthy merchants basically gather in the north of the city.

Seeing Jiang Wang walk out of the dean's quiet room safely, Ling He left the monastery alone holding Fang Pengju's body.

When Fang Pengju was alive, everyone responded and had many friends, but when he died, everyone hated him.

He is despicable and vicious, and deserves to be despised.

Ling He didn't feel wronged for him, but still felt a little heartache.

He wrapped Fang Pengju's body with his coat, which was old but clean.

For his footsteps, it is not too far from the east of the city to the west of the city, and the way to the Fang family's mansion is very familiar. But Ling He walked very slowly, with heavy steps.

He is reluctant.

He is the oldest, and he should take good care of the four foster brothers, but he didn't.

He still remembers the scene of the five becoming sworn brothers by the Green Willow River, and the bright smiles of each of the five brothers.

The Luliu River is a tributary of the Qing River, passing around Niutou Mountain. The water in the river is very clear. Can reflect a young face, and a young heart. In that year they fought with swords, in that year they toasted and talked together, innumerable times they practiced martial arts, and innumerable nights they talked with candles.

They agreed to be promoted to the inner courtyard together, to control the sword Qingming together, and to transcend the ordinary and become holy together. Those memories, those...promises.

Ling He never imagined that the five people who are so congenial and affectionate would have a day when brothers would turn against each other and face each other for life and death.

How is this possible?

he thinks.

He couldn't figure it out, but he held Fang Pengju's cold body and finally walked to the front of Fang's mansion.

"What are you doing?" the porter asked, stopping him.

Fang Zhai's mansion is very high, very tall.

"Oh." Ling He hugged Fang Pengju's body, bowed his head slightly to say hello, "Fang Pengju passed away, I will send his body back for burial in your residence."

If no one collects them, the corpses will be taken to mass graves by the government for unified disposal. That is the favorite place for leftist demons to patronize, and it is difficult to find peace after death.

But Ling He thought it unnecessary to say this, he is not a person who likes to show credit, and he doesn't think it is any credit.

The porter's expression changed, and he slammed the door tightly. A voice came from behind the door: "You take it away! The master said that he is not allowed to enter the door!"

"Brother." Ling He said sincerely: "Please tell your master again, no matter what Pengju said, it is also the blood of the Fang family. Maybe they are just talking in a moment of anger, and they won't ignore it."

The concierge seemed to hesitate for a moment, "I'll ask again...don't take this opportunity to barge in!"

"Brother, please rest assured."

Holding Fang Pengju's body in his arms, Ling He stood fixedly in front of the Fang Mansion's gate, listening to the footsteps hurrying away.

He lowered his head to Fang Pengju's already cold face and said, "Pengju, what do you think you did? No one will remember you after you die. God hates ghosts."

After a long time, the porter's voice sounded from behind the door again.

"The master said." He pondered for a while, and repeated the tone of the owner of the Fang house: "He's dead, so why bring him back?"

Ling He was stunned for a moment, then said in a low voice: "The Fang family is a respectable family, they should give Peng Ju a respect."

"Master said, the cause of Fang Pengju's death is already clear to him. This kind of heartless person is not from the Fang family!"

"But he is the seed of the Fang family." Ling He said.

"You go!" The concierge threw a knife and coin through the crack of the door, "If you pester us again, we will report to the police!"

Those knives and coins jingled all over the ground, which was very eye-catching. If it is used to simply bury a corpse, it is more than enough. More money is a tip.

This is the attitude of the Fang family.

Ling He was silent.

He stopped trying to say anything.

He is poor, and has been poor since he was a child. He was very short of money, and his only good coat was wrapped around Fang Pengju's body, and his middle coat was patched a lot. He stood in front of the magnificent Fang Mansion, like a poor relative who had been rejected.

Holding Fang Pengju's body in his arms, he turned and left.

From the beginning to the end, I didn't even look at those knives and coins.

This is Ling He's attitude.

What's the best way to meet ridicule? We don't welcome it, we discard it. ——Why is it?