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"It seems that the student who became Master Song is really lucky." Qiu Ningxue covered her mouth and chuckled, her every move was full of style that did not match her age.

Song Zuiyi remained calm when he was praised, but nodded politely, "Since I'm a student, I won't let him make any mistakes. Even if something goes wrong, I'll check it out."

There was something in his words, I don't know if he was implying that he would investigate Sun Fei's death clearly.

Qiu Ningxue didn't change her face when she heard this. It seemed that the matter of Sun Fei had nothing to do with her. "Master Song is so responsible, I will ask my father to send my younger brother to Master Song later."

Madam Sun at the side was silent, just staring at her sullenly, as if she wanted to stare a hole in her back.The delicate makeup was blurred from crying in the mourning hall just now, with white streaks and red streaks criss-crossing on her face.Now the way he lowers his head and stares at people looks like an evil ghost who came to take his life.

Song Zuiyi raised his hands to cover his face, and secretly winked at her, telling her not to be impulsive.

Mrs. Sun snorted unwillingly, turned her head back to the mourning hall with her maid, and after a while there was a burst of crying from the mourning hall.

"Master Song, I think you are the master of Jinshan Academy, so I'll call you Master." Qiu Ningxue didn't close her almond eyes, and half-threateningly said, "You'd better not get involved in this matter."

Song Zuiyi suddenly smiled, and his slightly raised peach eyes turned into crescent moons, "I was still doubting the cause of Sun Fei's death, but I didn't expect Aunt Qiu to tell me that Sun Fei's death was definitely not suicide."

"You!" She regained her composure, her face turned green and pale, "Sun Fei was scolded by the master a few times" and died of guilt!Where did it come from being murdered! "

Song Zuiyi looked calm, smiled and said, "I didn't say that Sun Fei was murdered, I just said that Sun Fei didn't commit suicide. Maybe he died because of something."

After finishing speaking, she bowed her hands to Qiu Ningxue with a grateful expression, "Thank you, Aunt Qiu, for your guidance."

"You!" Qiu Ningxue was very angry, her beautiful face was full of anger.Holding the hand holding the handkerchief tightly, he pointed at Song Zuiyi and said angrily, "If you have the ability, go to the government and sue me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he flung his handkerchief and walked away angrily.

Song Zuiyi gradually put a smile on his face, and there was a cold light in his eyes.He didn't really believe Mrs. Sun's words, but Qiu Ningxue's words made him doubtful.She reacted so strongly, it is possible that Sun Fei's death was related to her.

But she has nothing to do with Sun Fei. Sun Fei is only a teenager, so what conflict can he have with her?

After leaving the prefect's mansion, Song Zuiyi was still in a mess.Looking at Qiu Ningxue on the bright side, there must be something strange, but why?Why do you want to do something to Sun Fei?

Could it be that she and Mrs. Sun have some hatred?But she is only about 20 years old, and Mrs. Sun is nearly half a century old, and she will not do anything to her because of fighting for favor.

Can't figure it out, really can't figure it out.Song Zuiyi frowned, and was thinking about Sun Fei when he bumped into someone accidentally.

"Sorry." Song Zuiyi pulled his attention back from his thoughts, and bent down to pull the child who was knocked to the ground.

The boy was dressed in rags and had messy hair.After being knocked down by Song Zuiyi, he didn't say a word, he just stood up and patted the dust off his body.

"Are you okay?" Song Zuiyi asked with his eyes on his face.

The boy's eyes were erratic, he didn't dare to look at him, and nodded in a panic.He broke away from Song Zuiyi who was supporting him and ran forward.

Song Zuiyi withdrew his hand, his eyes still fixed on the boy who ran away.There was no change in his expression, he touched his waist with an expression, and the money bag that was originally hanging on his waist was gone.

"If you know there is no money in the purse, what kind of expression will it be?" The corners of his mouth are slightly raised, and his eyes are full of interest.

"However, if Chu Liuxiang finds out that his purse has been stolen, he will definitely lose face." Song Zuiyi sighed helplessly. The purse was still pulled from Chu Liuxiang's body in the first place.Chu Liuxiang didn't say anything when he saw it, if he knew that he lost the purse and didn't get it back.

After thinking about the scene of being reprimanded by Chu Liuxiang, he shook his head.He walked unhurriedly in the direction the boy was running.

While walking, he took out a small sachet from his pocket. He hung the money bag because of the beautiful patterns on it, and the money was not put there at all.

Walking forward, you will arrive at the "slums" in the city, but it is only a street away, and the prosperity and downfall of the whole city are separated by life.

Just now, there was still the sound of peddlers selling in my ears, but it suddenly became quiet as soon as I crossed this street.

Everywhere is a mess of rubbish, surrounded by flies buzzing.A smell of broken rotten eggs mixed with the smell of leftovers that had fermented for an unknown number of days went straight into the nostrils.

Holding his nose, he stepped over a mess of debris.Houses built with a few planks can be seen everywhere in the north of the city.

Many people lying on the dirty blankets turned their heads to look at him with difficulty.

The children who were still playing around saw someone coming and rushed up to pull his sleeves.

"Money, money!"

Three or five children yelled around Song Zuiyi, trying to get some money from him.But Song Zuiyi was ruthless, so he was not a good person, but he just pulled the clothes back from their hands.

"Think about it! Give me the money!" A little girl about five or six years old ran up to him and blocked the way with her arms outstretched.Staring at him with a pair of big eyes, it seems that he will not let him pass without paying.

Song Zuiyi sneered, wondering who taught these children to do this.At this time, his face sank, and the air pressure around his body was significantly lower.

He twitched the corner of his mouth, taking a panoramic view of their mischief. "I inquired about one thing. If you tell me, the money in it will belong to you." He said and took out the small sachet and shook it.

"What do you want to inquire about?" Another child looked at him warily.

Song Zuiyi stared at him, and said in a dull tone: "Is there a boy here who looks about ten years old, has big eyes, and a scar on his forehead?"

"I know! I know!" The little girl blocking the road yelled, excitedly pulling Song Zuiyi's clothes.

"Oh? Then who do you think he is? Where is he now?" Song Zuiyi had a smile on his lips as he tossed the purse in his hand. The sound of silver clattering stimulated the little girl's nerves.

She looked up at the purse without taking her eyes off it, and swallowed with a thud.He blurted out quickly, "His name is Zhong Xiaoshu! He lives there!" Then he pointed in one direction.

Song Zuiyi raised the corner of his mouth and threw the money bag to the little girl.

Then with a cold face, she walked past the children who were scrambling for the money bag and walked to the place she pointed.

He didn't have any sympathy for these children in his heart. Originally, he wanted to give them some money.Now being blocked by them, I suddenly feel that the idea just now is very stupid.Although the money was still given in the end, Song Zuiyi didn't feel any disturbance except for the shock just now.

They are sad, Song Zuiyi knows that he is an orphan, and he didn't live so well in the orphanage.Not only did he have to compete with a group of kids who were taller than him, but he also had to guard against the wicked dean.Speaking of it, it is an eye-opener for him to grow up to fifteen years in peace.

At the age of ten, Song Zuiyi fled the orphanage while the director was receiving guests, and went to the police station with hope to report the orphan's director for molesting children.Unexpectedly, the report was like nothing, but was arrested by the dean and beaten to death.

Song Zuiyi still remembers that night when the hulking dean threw him onto the bed and pushed him down.With a grin, he bit his face with smoke-stained teeth.Then dragged him to the dean and beat him up in front of everyone.At first he was still crying, but by the end of the beating he was unconscious.He could only watch helplessly as the barbed stick hit him again and again.

Later, it was his fate, he was beaten like that and lay down in the snow for a night and he didn't die.In this way, I dragged my half-dead body in the orphanage until I was 15 years old.Song Zuiyi resolutely fled that place, evaded fare and boarded a train bound for an unknown destination.

Thinking of these things, Song Zuiyi's eyes flashed fiercely.The brand new body is also half-dead as before, coughing or sore all day long.It seems that Jiyue Qingfeng has a cold and dirty soul under his body like a banished fairy.

Song Zuiyi stopped in a place that could not be called a room at all.He stretched out two fingers and gently tapped the dirty wooden board.

Then came an old and hoarse voice from inside.Song Zuiyi raised his eyebrows, could it be that he made a mistake?

"Xiao Shu, go and see who is coming outside." As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of light footsteps was getting closer.

The door was pulled open, revealing Song Zuiyi's clear and indifferent face.

As soon as the person who opened the door saw his face, he quickly closed the door, but Song Zuiyi stretched out his hand to hold it.

"I'm Song Zuiyi, come and visit."

The voice behind the boy said slowly: "Little tree? Why don't people come in?"

"Thank you." Song Zuiyi nodded, and with a little force, his subordinates pushed open the door, and gave the boy a look with an unclear expression.

There was nothing in the house except a pile of straw and a stove.In the dark environment, there is a strong smell of medicine, and a skinny old man is lying on the straw.Opening his eyes with difficulty, he looked at Song Zuiyi who was standing at the door against the light.

"Are you?" He said tremblingly, looking at Song Zuiyi's attire, he could tell that he was not from here. Could it be that Xiaoshu caused something to happen after rushing all the way here?

Thinking of this, he quickly wanted to sit up, and coughed violently without breathing.

The boy who was still standing aside rushed forward and patted the old man's back skillfully.

Song Zuiyi said softly, "Old man, I'm here to look for him." He pointed at the silent boy.

"Little tree?" The old man panted, and he could faintly hear a bellows-like sound.

The boy looked flustered, stretching out his hands and gesticulating in the air.

Song Zuiyi was taken aback for a moment, it turned out that he couldn't speak.

The old man coughed and asked in a hoarse voice, "Are you looking for Xiaoshu for something?"

Song Zuiyi looked at them with lowered eyes, and suddenly said softly: "This is the gentleman from Jinshan Academy. I saw him by chance today and thought he was very smart. I want to hire him to help the academy."

There is really no place to put kindness, Song Zuiyi laughed at himself, obviously he just watched them coldly, but now his heart softens.

You are so fickle.There was an unknown smile on the corner of his mouth.

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