Chapter 127 Public Outrage and Public Pity
Perhaps for so many years, the people of Meifeng City did not realize that the long street they walked on every day was so long.
Ding Shuanghe took each step, his expression already numb. His forehead was swollen and bloody. His trouser legs at his knees had long been worn away, and his skin and flesh were stuck together with rags.
Every step he took and every time he kowtowed, the stinging pain made his face twitch, but the cry of the baby in his arms seemed to give him infinite strength, allowing him to take another step and kowtow again.
There are more and more people watching, and there are more and more sighs.
As long as he is not a vicious or crazy person, he can be more or less empathetic. At this time, Ding Shuanghe is no longer the Ding Papi of the past to them, but an ordinary father who is willing to do anything to save his son.
Unconsciously, there were even voices cheering for him in the crowd.
“Keep on holding on! It’ll be done soon!”
“Master Ding, I scolded you before for being a jerk, but today you can do this for your son, I respect you. You are a man!”
“Why are you Kuai Jian Sect disciples so ignorant? Why don’t you go back and ask for some medicine? Kowtow like this will cause death!”
Finally, Ding Shuanghe arrived at the end of the street. He was gradually losing strength, and his kneeling and kowtowing had slowed down for a long time.
But...it's finally finished.
When he kowtowed for the last time, the crowd burst into cheers.
"It's done! This kid can be saved!"
"Hey, what a piece of shit! Why don't you come over and take a look!"
"You can't go back on what you promised!"
Amidst the calls of countless people, Fu Qingzhou appeared again leisurely.
He held an umbrella and waved a paper fan, with a meaningful smile on his face.
"Young Master..."
Ding Shuanghe stood up with difficulty with the support of two Kuai Jian Sect disciples: "Please... keep... your promise."
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His two feet could hardly bear weight, and the blood on his forehead dripped all over his face with the rain. Only his hands were still tightly holding the baby in his arms.
Fu Qingzhou narrowed his eyes and smiled slightly: "Promise? What was my promise just now?"
Before Ding Shuanghe could answer, the Kuai Jian Sect disciple beside him said sternly: "You let me The head master knelt down the street and kowtowed every step of the way. When he finished, he took out the money!
The disciple was startled, and then said: "Every time I kowtow, something will be left on the ground..."
Halfway through his words, he suddenly paused.
Not only him, but all the passers-by were stunned.
They looked back and saw where there was any blood on that long bluestone street?
The spring rain was pouring, and Ding Shuanghe walked very slowly. The blood stains he left before had long been washed away, leaving only the last few steps.
“You saw it.” Fu Qingzhou raised his eyebrows: “There is no blood at all on the ground.”
After that, he opened the fan with a snap, looked directly into Ding Shuanghe's eyes, and said with a smile: "So, of course I will not pay this money."
"You?!"
Ding Shuanghe trembled all over.
He is not stupid. Now that things have developed, he has long realized that there is a problem.
Fu Qingzhou said he was acting in a play last night, but today he was forced to kneel down the street. This was not acting at all, but a real attempt to humiliate him.
And when he said the words "I will not pay for this money," he could see the seriousness in Fu Qingzhou's eyes.
"You..."
Ding Shuanghe braced himself, gritted his teeth and asked: "You don't want to...keep your promise?!"
This sentence contains It has a double meaning, not only asking about the "noble young master" at the moment, but also asking about the "Young Master Fu" last night. Fu Qingzhou smiled and said softly, amidst the shocked and angry gazes of the passers-by around him: "Yes, I am just teasing you, so what?"
"Poof!"
Ding Shuanghe couldn't bear it any longer, raised his head and spit out a mouthful of blood mist!
The Kuai Jian Sect disciples beside him were ashamed and angry, and they drew their swords and stabbed them one after another, but Fu Qingzhou didn't care. He tapped his toes, stepped back quickly, and after a few leaps, he came to the small street on the street. On the roof of the building.
“You are so shameless!”
Everyone on the street raised their heads and cursed at him: “Beast! Bastard! Give birth to a son without an asshole!”
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Fu Qingzhou didn't take it seriously and laughed loudly and said: "Thank you for letting me watch a good show today!"
After that, he turned around and disappeared into the mist and spring rain.
On the street, Ding Shuanghe fell into the arms of his disciples with blood on his head and mouth, and the child in his hands cried louder.
"Why..."
He looked at the gray sky with dull eyes: "If God wants to punish me, he will punish me...Why should my son pay with his life..."< br>
The crowd of onlookers saw that the leader Ding, who used to be a leader in Meifeng City, had fallen into such a miserable state, and when they heard the baby's hoarse cries, everyone had a look of unbearability on their faces.
"That's it..."
Ding Shuanghe slowly stretched out his hand to wipe the blood and tears from his face, and told the disciples of Kuai Jian Sect beside him: "Let's... go back."
He stood up again with difficulty with support, and walked back little by little along the path he had just kneeled on.
At this time, a man in the crowd looked at his back and suddenly gritted his teeth.
"Master Ding!"
The man finally made up his mind and strode out of the crowd: "I am willing to buy back the pawnshop you bought from me at the original price!"
Ding Shuanghe's body trembled and he slowly turned his head.
"Is...is it Shopkeeper Chen?" He said hoarsely: "Back then I..."
"You made me miserable back then!" Shopkeeper Chen said bitterly: " But you are innocent, your son should not suffer this for you! I bought it from the pawn shop!”
Ding Shuanghe's pupils trembled sharply, his whole body trembled, his lips moved, and he couldn't say a word.
“And me!”
Another woman walked out of the crowd: “I want to buy back my cloth shop!”
“My brothers and I I want to buy your blacksmith shop, do you want to sell it?”
“Ding Shuanghe! Doesn’t Jindao Villa want your dock business? As long as you ask, we workers will help you. If they want the dock, they can do it. , buy it with money!”
"I don't have that much money, but... I can give out five taels of silver. Well, I hope you can cure your child's disease."
Ding Shuanghe stood frozen on the spot like a log, looking around People stood up one after another, throwing pieces of broken silver, silver ingots, and strings of copper coins on the ground.
Looking further back, people who were too crowded to get closer also raised their hands. Those hands were holding banknotes, copper coins, and purses, shaking and shouting.
Their voices and their indignant faces were all blurred in Ding Shuanghe's eyes.
At this moment, the words Fu Qingzhou said last night rang in his ears again.
"If you want them to forgive you, you have to do something."
I don't know when the rain stopped.
The gray clouds peeked out of the sky, and the sunlight shone through the swaying hands one after another, and fell on the silver everywhere, shining brightly.
Ding Shuanghe didn't care that his knees were already worn out. He broke away from the disciple who was supporting him, hugged his son tightly, and knelt on the ground with all his strength. He looked at the pile of silver and the countless martyrs surrounding him, his forehead Touching the ground lightly, like his own child...crying loudly.
(End of this chapter)