No.5 Gongzhong

Dongfang Yao showed an unusually polite smile, and barely opened his lips: "During this time, thank you Brother Nangong for taking care of me. On the day of my wedding, if Brother Nangong is willing to come here, that would be the best."

The words hit his head like a boulder, Nan Gongran felt a little drowsy, and swallowed his throat. "You're joking with me again, aren't you?"

His smile disappeared instantly, revealing a beautiful and indifferent face. "It's my fault. It's because I joked with you too much, so you believe it."

This person's tone was different from before, Nan Gongran's eyes turned red immediately, he raised his arms, and grabbed his shoulders firmly. "Dongfangyao, tell me, you have difficulties, right?"

He blurted out: "There is no difficulty."

"Then were you forced, or willingly?"

The two looked at each other, and Dongfang Miao's naturally hanging hand couldn't help trembling slightly, and he responded coldly: "Life is like a play, do you need an explanation? I am the second son of the Dongfang family, and I know what to do and what not to do. If there is something wrong with the day, please don't take it to heart, brother Nangong."

"Pretending to accept my intentions is also a trick you came up with for the fame and fortune of the Dongfang family?"

"Don't you accept my hypocrisy? Let's make it even."

It was useless to ask, Nan Gongran pulled his hand away feebly, and stared at him with sadness in his eyes. "I wish you to go to the capital here, marry a good wife, gain fame and fortune, and leave first."

Cautiously glanced at the speaker from the corner of the corner of the eye, Dongfang Miao slowly turned his head, the back in his vision gradually became blurred, a string of cold tears kept sliding down his cheeks, and he muttered in his heart: abandoning one person to live alone, suffering and entangled for half a lifetime.

In the early morning, the two strolled on the street.

No.5 grabbed his wrist violently, feeling depressed. "Little mouse, as soon as Yaoyao left, brother Nangong became addicted to alcohol, almost catching up with my alcoholic father. What do you think should we do? Shall we find a doctor to show him?"

The people beside him were already worried, they were still tossing and turning last night, Gong Zhonghao smiled wryly and twisted his neck. "Famous, since ancient times there has been no magic doctor for love and injury, only sincerity can govern itself."

No.5's eyes lit up, and he couldn't wait to ask: "Sincerely? Self-government? Tell me, how to treat it?"

"After returning home at night, we persuaded him to go to the capital together."

"Okay, that's exactly what I mean." No.5 looked forward, and the bustling crowd came into view, with curious eyes flashing, and shouted: "Little mouse, look quickly, what happened in front, let's go Look!" Pulling him forward to spread his legs.

An old man in ragged clothes knelt down on his knees, his eyes were red, and he clasped his hands together and said, "Please, please return the money to me, a bad old man, it's money for my old lady's medicine!"

"Old man, don't kneel here. If you lose your money, you are destined to find it. Go home and think of other ways."

"That's right. These days, the government only cares about doing things for the people all day long, but all they investigate are homicide cases. How can they care about such trivial matters?"

"Homicide, ouch, that's also a matter of appearance. If the murderer is found out, a notice will be posted. If the murderer can't be found out, there will be thunder and rain, and nothing will be done in the end."

"The government doesn't care about it. That's normal. Nowadays, you have to spend some money to report a case. What's more, if the person who picked up your money wanted to return it, he would have stood up long ago!"

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The voice was endless, and No.5 expressed his opinion indignantly: "Little mouse, what's wrong with the world now, I think this person who picks up things and doesn't return them is a thousand times more heinous than a thief. He is simply a potential criminal!"

Knowing that he likes to fight against injustices, Gong Zhonghao cast a doting look in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth turned up, asking: "Why, have you ever lost anything?"

"Of course, at first, I wished that the person who picked up my things would get retribution, but after thinking about it, forget it, just treat that person as a beggar, and I'm giving it out of kindness."

Gong Zhonghao took the opportunity to hold his hand tightly, and said patiently: "Famous, when you are away from home, people are more important than things. There are many good people in this world, but there are also many bad people."

"Don't worry, I have a long memory. By the way, let's help the old man. It's a big deal. I won't eat candied haws. Give him all the money, okay?"

"Okay, I'll listen to you."

The two walked arm in arm through the crowd.

Gong Zhonghao let go of his hand, took off the money bag at his waist, and placed it gently in his palm, with a happy and comfortable smile on his lips.