Shen Fei thought for a long time, "You can say anything you want, just don't let my thoughts stop. [ ]"
Mengdie squinted her eyes, and an idea popped into her mind, and then she said, "Well, let me tell you a story."
"kindness."
Mengdie put her head on Shen Fei's chest, and her voice came out faintly, "About a thousand years ago, in ancient times, there was a moderately wealthy family. They raised a pair of children and lived happily. .If nothing happens, their daughter can grow up happily and find a good husband to marry, and their son can inherit his father's legacy. Unfortunately, an accident happened."
"That day, when the child's mother went shopping on the street, she met the son of a rich man. This rich man was so powerful that even the local magistrate had to give them three points; that son was even more powerful. My precious only son..."
"The mother of the child was very beautiful. The first time the young master saw her, he had a wrong idea. Then, the young master ordered his men to kidnap the mother secretly..."
"After the young master finished his work, he left the tortured and humiliated mother there. The mother wanted to die, but thinking of her children at home, she had to give up the idea of death and returned home."
As he spoke, Mengdie's voice began to sob, but Shen Fei listened intently.
Mengdie controlled her emotions and continued: "When the mother returned home, although she forced a smile, the father of the child still saw that something was wrong with the mother, so the father pressed him. In the end, the mother really couldn't withstand the father's questioning. Then he told the whole thing exactly as it was..."
"After hearing this, my father was furious and wanted to take revenge on the young master. It took several days for my father to finally figure out the whereabouts of the young master. Then one day, when the handsome young man came back from visiting a brothel, he passed by a small alley. The father suddenly rushed out and slashed the dandy boy's body with the knife in his hand..."
Mengdie said, feeling very uncomfortable in her heart. This is a story, but it is a real story, her real story, but she replaced modern times with ancient times.
"Has that trash been hacked to death?" Shen Fei's voice was cold.