Genius commoner

Chapter 77 Six Masked Men

33 years old, a mature woman, but the old woman in front of her looks like [-]. What is the suffering that makes her age prematurely?
Ye Zixuan was shocked, but drank his tea quietly, sliding his fingers back and forth on the iPhone, waiting.

He didn't answer, nor did he examine the old woman's demeanor, but just leaned on the dilapidated chair and waited. People like Tang Xueyi never talked much. If he interrupted, it would be difficult to make him interested in telling the truth. The facts are as he said. Unexpectedly, Tang Xueyi's eyes softened: "She is deaf and dumb, and her memory is also incomplete."

"The only luck is that you still remember me, remember that night."

He looked at the busy old woman: "Actually, she would rather die than live, but she still lives tenaciously. She once told me that once a person is born, even if he is going to die... he must die vigorously and peacefully." How can a person die with peace of mind if he cannot finish what he should do while alive?"

Ye Zixuan nodded approvingly: "The truth."

Tang Xueyi didn't talk about the old woman anymore, and changed the topic in a cold voice:
"You can come here to find me, which proves that you have a certain understanding of Tang Palace. At least you know the relationship between the orphanage and Tang Palace."

Ye Zixuan nodded: "I was always curious about your relationship with Tang Yuntian, nephew? Adopted son? Or illegitimate son? I had all kinds of speculations, but I found no record of you after searching countless materials, until I found out about the fire in the orphanage. You are a child from an orphanage, and Tang Yuntian raised funds to build the orphanage."

"He is your benefactor."

Tang Xueyi was not surprised by Ye Zixuan's information: "That's right, the original site of Baihualin in front of the tool room was an orphanage. More than ten years ago, Uncle Tang spent 3000 million to build an orphanage to take in homeless children. A total of more than 500 people have been taken in, so that street children can have food, food and clothing."

"There is also a house that can shelter from the wind and rain, and most of them have found their destination in life."

Tang Xueyi's voice was emotionless, as if what he was talking about had nothing to do with him: "And I was rescued by Uncle Tang himself. I was brought to Huahai by human traffickers to beg for money when I was three years old. I was beaten and scolded, and once, I was almost beaten to death because I gave up the [-] I stole."

When Ye Zixuan looked at him peacefully, Tang Xueyi calmly shared his experience back then: "It was life-saving money for a couple to see a doctor for their son. I already stole it, but when I heard them crying in despair, I just went back and returned the money to them, this behavior directly drove the traffickers to death."

"As soon as I walked out of the hospital, they dragged me to an alley and beat me. Three of my ribs were broken on the spot."

He held the chopsticks tightly: "They feel that they are not relieved, and they want to goug out my eyes, let me switch from cheating to begging, begging for money at the subway entrance every day, just when they want to treat me When he was attacking, Uncle Tang happened to see what happened to me, so he killed them and took me back to the orphanage."

"Hearing this way, Tang Yuntian is indeed your great benefactor."

Ye Zixuan looked into his deep eyes: "Otherwise, you are still at the entrance of the subway."

"Uncle Tang is indeed my benefactor, but it's a pity that he will be eighty at the age of three!"

Tang Xueyi brought a bottle of Laobaigan: "Although the environment in the orphanage is ten times better than that of the traffickers, my character and outlook on life have been distorted by them, so when I came to the orphanage, I was out of tune with my friends and often watched alone. Watching them play, or shutting myself in a small house in a daze, I am very autistic."

"I don't know how to please, I have no favors, no rewards, and no friends."

There was struggle in his eyes: "Although I was only five or six years old at the time, I felt that I was withering, and my mind was as mature as fifteen or sixteen years old."

It is definitely a sad thing for a five or six-year-old child to lose his childlike innocence.

Ye Zixuan sighed: "It seems that I am much luckier than you."

Although the masked old man is also very strict with him, he will always try his best to make him happy. After practicing the classics and reading a lot of books, he will also take Ye Zixuan to hunt, to recognize things, the quietness of the deep mountains and old forests, He has experienced all the feasting and prosperity, so in the past 13 years, Ye Zixuan has been very difficult, but also very happy.

At this moment, Ye Zixuan misses the cynical old man a little bit.

Tang Xueyi said lightly: "After Uncle Tang knew about my situation, he not only asked the dean to spend more time to enlighten me, but also came to the orphanage to have dinner with me every month. He didn't tell me too much, more A kind of silent companionship, that is, this kind of companionship, warms my heart, and I gradually regard him as my father."

"He also taught me the Meteor Saber technique. I was clumsy and not as good as the other friends, so I practiced the sword from morning to night, rain or shine."

"The days are a bit tiring and bitter, but they are more fulfilling than ever before."

Ye Zixuan leaned on the chair: "Someone cares, life is indeed full of hope."

"I thought this kind of day could last for a long time, but I didn't expect it to be a month of high wind and dark night,"

Two bowls of hot noodles were quickly brought up, with a poached egg and some chopped scallions lying on top. Tang Xueyi seemed to suddenly lose his appetite and didn't touch the chopsticks in the bowl: "Six masked men rushed into the bowl." Orphanage, lock the exit, kill anyone you see, a fire will destroy the entire orphanage."

A trace of struggle and pain flashed across his face: "There are more than 80 young friends and teachers, and they either died by the knife or by the fire."

Ye Zixuan glanced at the old woman: "Everyone is dead, and you two are the only ones alive?"

During the period, seven or eight tourists passed by outside the noodle shop. They smelled the aroma of the noodle soup and probed their brains. But after seeing the simple environment and the old boss, they ran away in a hurry. The old man didn't care whether the guests appreciated him or not. Do your own business and turn on the lights when it gets dark.

The light poured down, dispelling the light ink-like darkness.

The noodles are very fragrant, which made Ye Zixuan very appetizing. He grabbed a pair of chopsticks, picked up a poached egg, put it in his mouth and took a bite, it was smooth and delicious, full of egg fragrance, this delicious food faded away The heavy topic between the two, even the bloodiness disappeared a lot, Ye Zixuan praised sincerely: "It's delicious."

"This is the best poached egg I've had this year."

Ye Zixuan's praise was full of energy, but the old woman didn't respond at all. Being deaf and dumb, she couldn't hear it at all, and she didn't care. It seemed that what she had experienced had already taught her to be calm. Tang Xueyi saw it Ye Zixuan took a look: "I promise to invite you to eat and drink, maybe not up to standard, but definitely not without quality."

Ye Zixuan nodded: "Just like you, living a real life."

When the old woman turned on the black and white TV and watched the news silently, Tang Xueyi was opening Lao Baigan, took a breath, poured it into a cup and pushed it in front of Ye Zixuan: "We survived purely because of God's love, orphans The academy held a birthday party for me at that time, and many friends even showed off their talents on stage."

"They always find ways to integrate me into the family."

He glanced at the happy news: "It's a pity that I feel out of place with them, and I can't bear the tension of attention. I was worried that the teacher would put pressure on me, so I ran to hide in the cleaning tool room in the back mountain. The house is very small and low. But it was far away from the venue of the party, and no one thought I was hiding there."

"So I escaped in the end and was picked up by this seriously injured teacher in the middle of the night."

He pointed to the old woman and told her that she was the savior: "She is a trainee teacher who has just been here for five days. She is young and beautiful. She survived because she went out to find me that night and escaped by falling into the lime pit."

"It's just that she escaped the killing, but she didn't escape the lime erosion, and her body was severely damaged."

Tang Xueyi looked at the old woman: "This is also why she is old."

"She's not dead, but it's no different from death. The only hope left is the hatred in her heart."

Tang Xueyi said lightly: "I promised her, I will kill all the murderers, spare no effort, no matter the cost."

His voice was deep and powerful: "Your skills are very good, and you must have paid a lot. I can understand the hardships involved, but I want to tell you that I have paid no less than you for this knife, but I have not received it." The freedom and glory you have had, I have had nothing but disdain and contempt."

Because of being poor, because of hatred, and because of survival, these 13 years are naturally very bitter and humble.

Ye Zixuan said softly: "But you didn't give up."

Tang Xueyi's tone was very firm: "As long as I can live, I will live. The more others want me to die, the more I want to live."

Ye Zixuan held the teacup that was gradually losing temperature, quietly like a primary school student, and looked at Tang Xueyi with a little more respect.

Tang Xueyi uttered clearly and added: "I also got a glimpse of a secret at that time, the ancient Buddha betrayed Uncle Tang, I wanted to call Uncle Tang as soon as I calmed down, but was stopped by the aunt in front of me in time, she pointed to the news to let him know. I see, still sketching on a piece of paper, I was too young to understand much, but I finally figured something out."

"Uncle Tang had an accident and died!"

"This news was a complete blow to me at the time. I passed out and only recovered after seven days."

"No, rather than slowing down, it's better to say that hatred made me figure it out."

When talking about the past, Tang Xueyi seemed very calm from the beginning to the end, but Ye Zixuan knew in his heart that he had been through pain and suffering, and finally became numb now, and then he heard Tang Xueyi coldly say: "From From then on, I swear that I must seek justice for my little friend and Uncle Tang."

"Who is the masked killer?"

Ye Zixuan didn't ask him how he escaped and the ownership of the 13 years of tempering. Tang Xueyi stopped the topic in good time and didn't tell himself, which obviously involved personal privacy, so he changed the subject: "If my guess is right, the six masked men Among them, five of them are Jin Daya and Han Dakui who died at your hands."

The noodle shop fell silent in an instant.

(End of this chapter)