Su Qiao threw off his sleeves and stared at him with a somewhat unkind look. "Do you want to help Cui Hu?"
"I..."
Han Feng hesitated a little.
It is normal for a friend to help when he is in trouble, but Cui Hu has a very bad heart and harms Su Qiao again and again.
Su Qiao poked his chest with his finger. "Please touch your heart carefully. Do you really want to help him?"
She didn't think that he was really just like a weakling, a kind-hearted person who didn't know how to resist even if he was bullied.
Han Feng hesitated.
He really doesn't think much about it in his heart, but he is a good person, so he can't just die without saving his life, right?
"I... my family has been farmers for five generations, and my ancestors are very kind people. My grandfather and my father have always been kind to others throughout their lives."
"My dad has taught me since I was a child to be a good person and a person worthy of my own conscience, so I... I can't ignore him."
"..."
Su Qiao Looking at this soft bun, I really don't know what to say.
How come she didn't know before that he still had this kind of 'good guy' quality in him?
"Idiot."
"Look at your appearance and your hands. The nails are clean and neat, and there are no calluses on the palms. Do you look like a farmer who digs food in the fields every day? Do you look like a person who helps your father sell pork every day?"
Han Feng was stunned for a moment, raised his hand, looked at it, and then raised his head in confusion. "I... I look quite similar."
As he spoke, he whispered a little aggrievedly, "Besides, just because I look better, you can't say that I'm not my father's son or a farmer, right?"
Su Qiao rolled his eyes and poked his arm. "What does it look like?"
"A person who works the fields and carries burdens every day is as white as you? Is his skin as delicate as yours?"
"Also, your accent is wrong. I've been to your hometown before, and that's not how you speak."
"Wrong... accent?"
How is that possible?
But when he thought about it carefully, he felt that his mind was a little blank, and many things were a little blurry when he thought about it carefully.
Han Feng covered the painful arm with a hint of confusion in his eyes.
What the hell is going on?
"If you don't believe me, you can ask other people! See if I lied to you."
Looking at this stupid big man who had no idea of his own situation, Su Qiao felt distressed and angry, hating that iron could never become steel.
It was really embarrassing for her to be harmed like this and still look stupid.
"But none of them thought anything was wrong..." If his accent was wrong, those people would definitely tell it when he introduced himself, right?
Su Qiao is very weak.
"Do you think they care about you? They don't care at all whether you are normal, okay?"
He was dressed slovenly, and his clothes looked like they were picked up from the trash. He didn't know who cut his hair, and even the hair gnawed by dogs looked better than his.
There is also mud or dust on his face and body, and he is also timid. When he speaks, he not only stutters, but also speaks in a low voice, like a soft bun that is easy to bully.
Who would take him seriously?
Han Feng The corner of his mouth moved, wanting to say something to rebut, but he didn't know what to say, so he could only lower his head with an aggrieved look.
Su Qiao sighed.
She really couldn't be cruel to such a man.
"Think carefully about your experiences growing up, such as whether you ever fell down, stole food from others, or played tricks on your friends."
"What does your grandfather look like? What does your mother look like? Did your mother make anything delicious for you? During the Chinese New Year when you were a child, did you receive any gifts that particularly made you happy?"