Dayong Nu sentenced to death

"Portraits for you."

After Su Rao finished speaking, the children were in an uproar, looking at the things in her hand, especially curious about the charcoal pencil.

She didn't explain much, and carefully looked at the little girl who talked to her the most, asked her how old she was when she got lost, and began to write.

The lines appear vividly on the paper and gradually take shape.

The children surrounded her, careful not to make a sound, but whispering to each other from time to time, their eyes full of surprise.

Two quarters of an hour later, Su Rao put down her pen, called the little girl, took the portrait and handed it to her, "Look, how is it?"

The children around buried their heads together, looking at this 'painting' curiously.

"I know, this is what Sister Ping'er looked like when she was a child."

"It's really like it."

"Especially the eyes..."

They chatted together, and after a period of recuperation, they talked more when they were young, chirping like sparrows on the treetops.

But only in front of familiar people.

Facing Shadow Thorn and Yinxuewei, they were still taciturn, quiet like puppets on a string.

After the little girl handed the painting to other children, she squeezed out, raised her head and asked Su Rao carefully: "Sister, why are you painting me as a child?"

Su Rao pulled her to the side stool and sat down, stroking her soft hair, and said softly: "The people who are looking for relatives have gathered in the city, and they will come to pick them up soon, my sister doesn't want you to stand In front of a crowd, subject to their scrutiny and judgment."

The future is long, and they need to calmly heal the wounds in their hearts, instead of being ridiculed and belittled or constantly pouring salt on the wounds in the name of compassion.

The little girl was silent for a while, and whispered: "It's useless, everyone knows that I was missing..."

"Then go somewhere no one knows."

Su Rao's voice was very soft, "Your names will not be left on the files of the Yamen, and you will have a new identity and life."

"Is it really possible?"

"can."

She answered decisively.

Restoring the appearance of childhood is much easier than looking at bone portraits. Su Rao finished drawing all the portraits intermittently, mixed the portraits together, and sent someone to send a message to Cao De'an.

The people looking for relatives were sent by Cao De'an himself.

In order to prevent riots, he specially mobilized the guards defending the city to maintain order with Yin Xuewei.

When the closed door of the mansion opens.

The dull and heavy sound, accompanied by the sound of rain, was closely related to everyone's heart. There were nearly two hundred people, holding oil-paper umbrellas of various colors, lined up from the street to the end of the street...

"Don't push and make noise when you go in, follow orders, don't move around..."

The guards, wearing coir raincoats, stood at the foot of the steps and yelled.

The crowd moved slowly towards the house, and the rain gradually became heavier, making crackling sounds as it hit the rubble and treetops.

The outer courtyard sorted out a wall with all the portraits. They were approached by Yin Xuewei, and they began to identify one by one...

The atmosphere is dignified and quiet.

No one can tell exactly when the first loud cry sounded. They only remember that after that sound, the crowd who had been holding back the silence seemed to be pulling open the gate, crying like thunder.

The heavy rain poured down from the dark clouds, smashing down the oil-paper umbrellas, soaking their clothes and sticking them tightly to their bodies.

They screamed in the rain and pushed forward.

Yinxuewei stepped forward to stop them, but they didn't do anything foolish, they just rushed to the wall like a swarm, lying on the portrait to look at it.

Crying and laughing, looking crazy.

"My son—"

"That portrait is mine, my daughter, move out of the way, out of the way..."

……

The person who found the portrait was led by Yin Xuewei to collect the bones, while Su Rao and his colleagues stood not far away with umbrellas, looking at the small courtyard through the hazy rain and fog.

The crowd was bustling, and the house seemed to come alive suddenly.

It has never been so lively, it has never been so depressing, the sound of wailing penetrates through the high walls, and reaches everyone's ears clearly, making them feel sad.

"These are still children... There used to be a great life to live, but now, they can only be packed in that small bag, like goods on the street..."

One person's voice choked up.

Wu Zuo next to him patted him on the shoulder, "It's a good thing if someone thinks about it. If no one thinks about it, it's really pitiful."

"If it weren't for the girl, these children don't know their names or where they came from, and they wouldn't even be able to leave a complete body and dignity. I think they would rather wait for someone to bring them than to be buried under the loess. go home……"

"..."

They chattered at one another, and Su Rao stood at the front without saying a word. No one knew what she was thinking, but felt that the figure added some coldness and desolation in late autumn for no reason.

Footsteps approached behind him.

When everyone turned their heads, they saw a young man leading many officials coming, they hurriedly moved out of the way, and bowed their hands together: "For a humble position, please see your lord."

"Exemption."

After Yan Yun finished speaking in a low voice, his eyes fell on the slender figure, and he stepped forward, followed by the officials behind him.

When the big shots arrived, the writers naturally retreated to the back.

"What are you thinking about?"

When I got closer, I realized that Su Rao's eyes were long and deep, as if she was in a trance, Yan Yun stood beside her with an umbrella, and asked softly.

The closer you get, the more you can feel the silent sadness in her body.

"Young master, do you believe in past and present lives?"

Su Rao looked ahead and spoke suddenly.

Yan Yun was taken aback by this statement, thought for a while, and replied: "Buddhism pays attention to reincarnation and cause and effect, I am willing to believe it."

He said "willing" to believe that this belongs to the subjective consciousness of people, whether it is what he thinks in the bottom of his heart is unknown.

Su Rao rolled her eyes when she heard this, and said softly, "You know I don't believe in Buddhism."

"Ah."

Yan Yun nodded slightly, keenly aware that she seemed to be in a bad mood, looked sideways at her, and waited for the next sentence.

After a while, Su Rao raised her eyes and said, "But I believe in reincarnation and karma."

She raised her hand and slowly pointed to the small courtyard, "I used to be like them, waiting for someone to come and pick me up, but unfortunately..."

She smiled wryly and shook her head.

Yan Yun saw the deepest sadness and sorrow from the bottom of her eyes, hidden behind the still water running deep, he could understand these words.

But he still can't figure out what it means to be like them...

Pursing her lips, Yan Yun suppressed the doubts in her heart, but she didn't know how to comfort her. Fortunately, Su Rao didn't give him too much time to react after she finished speaking.

There was a smile in her eyes, which looked extraordinarily bright on this gray and rainy day.

"It's nice of them to go home, isn't it?"

Yan Yun was slightly startled, and then nodded seriously: "Well, thanks to you, they can go home."

In the future, someone will take you home.

He said silently in his heart.

Hearing Yan Yun's words, the smile in Su Rao's eyes deepened. She held the umbrella handle and looked at the crowd passing by in the courtyard.

Until, a figure came rushing through the rain...