Shaoan did not get the answer from Thirteen as to why he was punished.
Everyone in the branch knew the reason, so how could Shaoan not find the answer?
He knew very well what kind of person Brother Thirteen was. He was always so cold-blooded towards those who violated him.
Shaoan didn't know how to change him. He hoped that Brother Thirteen could let go of the barriers in his heart and approach everything outside with an open mind.
The reason why Brother Thirteen became what he is today was not voluntarily, but forced.
He truly enjoys it when he puts down his identity and chats with himself.
It takes time for Brother Thirteen to find his original self and let go of killing.
Maybe one year, maybe three years.
But right now, Shaoan just wants to do one thing: cook a bowl of noodles, a bowl of noodles cooked with chicken soup.
Thirteen’s favorite thing to eat is noodles.
Shaoan clearly remembers that Thirteenth Brother once said: "The most unforgettable taste is the chicken noodle soup cooked by the master."
The master left and no one made chicken noodle soup for him anymore.
The master was once the sky above Thirteen's head. He grew up in this world, but before he could reach adulthood, he and the entire Tianyun Mountain sect were left behind.
In this world, there are no friends and no warm sunshine.
What's left are the enemies surrounding him, and the deep hatred that he can't resolve.
…
Shaoan got up early in the morning and slowly moved to the kitchen step by step.
This was the first time he cooked by himself. He could barely distinguish the pots and pans clearly.
Make a fire, boil water, make chicken soup, next...
Everything was done step by step, seemingly in order, but in fact, he had made the entire kitchen a mess by himself.
After a long time, a bowl of chicken noodle soup was finally out of the pot.
Shaoan held his face excitedly and walked step by step to Thirteen's room. He knocked lightly and pushed the door open.
"Brother Thirteen, come and try it. I made you a bowl of chicken noodle soup." Shaoan proudly showed off his cooking skills to Thirteen.
chicken noodle soup
These three words were too heavy for Chang Shisan, and he was stunned.
Shaoan brought the noodles to Shisan's bedside: "Brother Shisan, come on, eat it while it's hot. Didn't you say that you can't forget the taste of chicken noodle soup? I'll cook it for you every day from now on!"
Thirteen picked up the chopsticks, picked up a strand of noodles and put it into his mouth.
"How is it, how is it?" Shaoan couldn't wait to listen to Brother Thirteen's evaluation.
At this time, Thirteen's throat was tightening to the point of choking. His eyes were already moist.
Chang was thirteen years old and only seventeen years old when the master left.
It has been eight years. For eight years, he once again had chicken noodle soup made for him by his closest relatives.
…
In eight years, he went from an inexperienced young man to a worldly and well-known big shot.
But who can know the suffering and loneliness behind this.
Facing the dangers of the world, I don’t know how many nights I have been accompanied by only the fear of not knowing what to do.
How many times have I swallowed my tears and pretended to be extremely strong before appearing at the head of the Tianyun Mountain Sect.
…
Thirteen chewed the noodles carefully and swallowed them.
…
"How does it taste?" Shaoan is still concerned about this question.
"Come on, you will know after you try it." Thirteen handed the face to Shaoan's hand.
Shaoan picked up the noodles and took a big bite.
"puff"
The noodles were spat out: "Brother, your tongue must be broken. How did you swallow this noodles? What happened! How could it be so unpalatable!"
Shaoan put the noodles on the table beside him: "I also said that I would cook it for you every day, but I think it's better to forget it. I have to eat it for you to cause trouble!"
Thirteen smiled: "I know it tastes bad, so I'll make it better next time."
What does it matter how it tastes?
Thirteen only knew that there was another person in the world who could cook chicken noodle soup for him.
This person can keep his every word in mind and truly care about him, just like a master.
This little brother who was taught a lesson by him every day was destined to be his relative for the rest of his life.
Shaoan comes to Shisan's side, this is God's will.
Maybe it won't be long before a cold heart will gradually melt, let go of its guard, and see the beautiful side of everything again.
…
…
The Wanbaotang murder case has become the focus of attention in Nanning City.
"Take away!" The person who spoke was Nanning City's head catcher Zhu Fei.
A group of people went up and captured a young gangster in rags.
"Brothers, why are you arresting me?!" The boy felt baffled. He was walking peacefully on the road when he was suddenly surrounded by them.
"Why? Have you ever stolen other people's things?" Zhu Fei mentioned a random crime.
Naturally, most of the gangsters will steal and rob.
But these are just petty thefts, do they need to be caught with such a big fanfare?
This kid didn't dare to say anything. He had certainly stolen things before, so he was not wronged if he was caught.
I just don’t know who sued me.
…
The little gangster was brought to court.
The official of Nanning City is named Lu Jia. He loves face most, and the court hall has been renovated with extraordinary splendor.
The hall drum was beating, and many onlookers came around one after another.
Chief catcher Bi Maoxun was not at the scene, so Lu Jia ordered him to take a leave of absence.
Lu Jia sat down in the center, and the master had already prepared pen and paper.
A stunning "Bah!"
"Who is kneeling? Tell me your name." Lu Jia said.
"Xiao Min Ah Fu." The little gangster doesn't have any serious name, it's just convenient for others to call him by his name.
Lu Jia said with a tight voice: "Do you know what crime you committed?"
What's the crime? Ah Fu thought to himself, apart from petty theft, he hasn't done anything bad.
"Two days ago, Xiaomin stole two taels of silver from the inn."
"Bang!" There was another scream.
Ah Fu was so frightened that his whole body trembled.
"You are so bold and cunning, you committed the Wanbaotang murder case, and yet you are still here to frustrate me!" Lu Jia raised his voice and said.
Wanbaotang murder case? Didn’t arresting the head mean stealing? Why did it get involved in the murder case?
"Sir, Wanbaotang has nothing to do with the common people!" Ah Fu said, waving his hands and starting to murmur in his heart.
Ah Fu originally thought that when he came to court, he would probably get slapped in the face a few times.
Who would have thought that Zhu Fei was trying to comfort him.
Lu Jia threatened: "I advise you to confess your crime honestly so as not to suffer any physical pain!"
In the Wanbaotang murder case, if you confess, you will die. How could Ah Fu not know that?
"Xiaomin doesn't recognize anything he hasn't done!"
The old routine of torture to extract confessions seems to be happening again.
"Come here, be punished!" Lu Jia ordered, and the officials in the court immediately pushed Ah Fu to the ground.
The heavy stick struck Ah Fu like raindrops.
Not many people can bear it. Lu Jia has many years of experience in management, and he has long expected that Ah Fu will sign and sign.
Sure enough, Ah Fu couldn't bear it after all.
The master handed the charge sheet that he had prepared long ago to Ah Fu, and asked Ah Fu to sign and place a security deposit on it.
…
Ah Fu was imprisoned on death row, and only Qiu Houwenzhan was waiting for him.
Ah Fu, Ah Fu, where is the blessing!
A good name and a good meaning are just wishful thinking.
…
The Wanbaotang murder case was solved soon, and the news that someone confessed to the crime spread.
Bi Maoxun naturally knew that this was nothing more than "exploitation". It was just an innocent life being used to pay for the crime.
Will the upright Bi Maoxun sit idly by and do nothing?