Shu Cheng's dark eyes looked at Jingzi, and his slender hands took out the candy from the sugar box and handed it to Jingzi.

  Jingzi glanced at her, pursed her lips, ate it obediently, and then told her in sign language: "It's very sweet."

   Then she sat quietly in her own home, quietly, not as quiet as an ordinary nine-year-old girl, Jingzi’s parents cried bitterly.

Jingzi's clear pupils were a bit sluggish, and it seemed that she hadn't recovered from the changes in her life these days. She looked at her father with red eyes, her eyes flickered, and she didn't understand why his father was crying?

   "Jushi, go back to your own room." Jingzi's father said to Jingzi with sign language.

The man looked at Jingzi’s back and the guilt and sadness under his eyes could not be restrained. This is because the middle-aged man with white sideburns before his forty-year-old work kept murmured: "Blame me...Blame me... "

  ……

  Jiang Yihang is an Internet TV reporter. Today, he received an order from his superior to interview a child who was sexually assaulted at a school for the deaf and mute and handicapped and went back to make a report.

The cameraman next to him has been following him, taking pictures of the children’s living quarters. The muddy and muddy road along the way makes them unimaginable. They have never been to the countryside, but they have never seen such a bad road before, thinking of the group of deaf, mute and handicapped children. They couldn't help being angry.

When they arrived carrying the cameraman, Jingzi's father lowered his head and knelt down directly to a teenager. Tears flowed incessantly, his hands clasped together, and he wanted to kowtow to Shu Cheng, "Benefactor, benefactor, thank you...Thank you ..."

  Shu Cheng lifted up the man, staring at him with dark eyes, and squeezed the corners of her lips. She did not wear a mask today. She has no reputation in this poor family, and she does not need a mask.

  Jiang Yihang and the cameraman looked at each other.

   "That boy is... Shu Cheng?!"

   "It's him! Why is he here?!"

   "That man seems to have been calling his benefactor?"

   "Even if he wrote "The Forge", don't you need to thank him like that?"

  Shu Cheng's dark eyes looked at this man who was obviously only middle-aged but had white temples, pursed his lips, and stretched out his hand to lift him up.

  The man raised his head, the knife was exposed, his eyes looking at Shu Cheng were filled with ferocious anger, and while Shu Cheng held him up, his knife was directly pierced into Shu Cheng’s abdomen.

  Blood shed all of a sudden, dyeing Shu Cheng's clothes red little by little.

Jiang Yihang and the cameraman next to him did not react. When they reacted and called the police and protected Shu Cheng behind him, Shu Cheng clutched his bleeding abdomen and looked at the man’s dark eyes without blinking. one time.

one second……

  Two seconds...

  Three seconds...

  Shu Cheng finally spoke, with a low low voice, no questioning, no anger, and a very calm tone: "Why?"

  The man stared at Shu Cheng’s eyes, his heart was a little hairy, but his voice raised unconsciously: "Why?"

   "Why do you say it?!" The man's eyes were filled with anger, "Why do you say it?! What do you know?!"

  Shu Cheng did not speak, staring at the man’s dark eyes and looking into the distance, covering the wound with one hand, and tapping an acupuncture point with the other hand to temporarily stop the bleeding.

  The man sneered, his emotions getting more and more excited: "What do you know?!