"Wha... wha... what?"
Qian Renxue was crying sadly and was confused by this sudden question. She looked at him blankly with tears in her eyes.
"I ask you, are you picky about your food when you eat?" Nan Feng repeated it patiently.
Qian Renxue sniffed and replied subconsciously, "... a little bit. I don't eat carrots or green peppers."
"Okay."
Nan Feng nodded, squatted down, and looked at her level, "So, what's on the dinner table."
"If it's something you like, such as sweet and sour pork ribs, or dessert, you'll take the initiative to eat it yourself, right?"
Qian Renxue nodded.
"But..."
Nan Feng narrowed his eyes slightly and stared into her eyes:
"If it's the thing you hate the most, like carrots you don't eat, or green peppers that make you want to puke when you smell them."
"You obviously hated it so much, but in the end, you still swallowed it forcefully."
"Why?"
Qian Renxue was stunned for a moment, and without thinking much, he followed his words and said:
"Because... because dad said you are not allowed to be picky eaters. If you don't eat, you have to..."
Halfway through his words, he stopped abruptly.
Qian Renxue's voice suddenly got stuck in his throat.
Her pupils shrank suddenly, and her whole body froze in place as if struck by a thunderbolt.
Things I don't like...
Swallow it forcefully...
Because dad said... don't be picky about food...
If you don't eat... you have to...
Boom--!!
It was as if a door that had been closed was violently kicked open at this moment. Those fragmented clues, those words that grandpa did not dare to say, those horrified eyes of the worshipers, and Bibi Dong's eyes full of hatred...
At this moment, everything is connected in series.
Mom doesn't like her.
Mom even hates her.
If you don't like it, why give birth to her?
Just like... if you don't like eating green peppers, why should you swallow them?
Because... it was "father" who forced her to "eat" it.
Qian Renxue's body began to tremble violently, and her face instantly became as pale as paper, without a trace of blood. She covered her mouth in horror, her stomach was churning, and an unprecedented nausea rushed straight to Tianling Gai.
Nan Feng patted the dust on his knees and was about to turn around and leave, letting this little girl who had been exposed to the cruel truth digest the nausea and despair.
However, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that something was very wrong with Qian Renxue.
Her eyes were blank, her whole body was shaking violently, and her breathing was so rapid that she seemed to be suffocating. Her whole body seemed to be trapped in an infinite black hole, and she would collapse completely at any time.
"Tsk."
Nan Feng frowned impatiently.
The next second.
Without warning, he squatted down, raised his right hand, bent his middle finger, and accumulated a bit of cold and biting Soul Power--
"Collapse!!"
A loud and clear sound exploded in Imperial Garden.
"Ah!"
Qian Renxue screamed in pain, and his whole body was knocked backward by the powerful head bounce, and he sat on the ground.
The cold Soul Power was like a basin of ice water, instantly pouring through her Tianling Cap, causing her brain, which was already overturned and about to explode, to shut down and become completely blank.
"..."
Qian Renxue sat on the ground, covering his red and swollen forehead, looking at Nan Feng in confusion.
She forgot to cry and the suffocating truth just now, leaving only questions in her mind.
Who am I? Where am I? Why does the teacher hit me?
"Stand up."
Nan Feng gave a soft drink with an expressionless expression.
Qian Renxue climbed up like a conditioned reflex. His movements were more standard than when he was trained in the Worship Hall. He covered his forehead and stood up straight.
"Let me ask you."
Nan Feng shook his numb fingers and asked coldly:
"Why should I hit you?"
Qian Renxue blinked his eyes, tears still rolling in his eyes, and shook his head in confusion:
"I... don't know..."
"Then what did you do wrong?" Nan Feng continued to ask.
Qian Renxue became even more confused. She subconsciously reflected on whether she had said the wrong thing just now, or whether she had cried too ugly, but after thinking for a long time, she could not think of a reason:
"I... I don't know... I probably didn't do anything wrong..."
"Yes."
Nan Feng nodded and said confidently:
"You did nothing wrong."
"I hit you simply because I feel like it."
"Because I saw you were unhappy and because I wanted to fight, so I hit you."
Qian Renxue opened his mouth wide and looked at him in disbelief.
What kind of gangster logic is this?!
"What? You think I'm unreasonable?"
Nan Feng sneered, took a step forward, and stared at her with those strange-colored eyes:
"Same reason."
"I told you just now, that matter has nothing to do with you."
"What Qian Xunji did, that's his business and you can't control it. Bibi Dong hates the whole house because of it. That's her heartache and you can't control it either."
"Even if they are your parents and blood relatives, in terms of personality, they are still 'other people'."
"Do other people's affairs have anything to do with you?"
Nan Feng stretched out his hand and poked Qian Renxue hard on the forehead, causing her to step back:
"When Qian Xunji did something bad, did he ask for your opinion? No."
"When Bibi Dong decided to hate you, did he ask you how you felt? No."
"Since this is beyond your control from beginning to end, it is not caused by you."
"As long as you don't do those disgusting things, as long as you are right."
"Then what others did is none of your business?!"
"Even if it's your parents, it's their own fault!"
"Are you crying like a chicken here?"
Nan Feng crossed his arms and looked at her with an expression of hatred:
"Punish yourself for other people's mistakes? Make yourself like an abandoned woman who will die for the fact that you can't change?"
"Qian Renxue, can you be a little promising?"
These words were vulgar, straightforward, and even somewhat unreasonable and domineering.
But it is like a sharp scalpel, accurately cutting off the messy entanglements and self-disgust in Qian Renxue's heart.
Qian Renxue looked at Nan Feng blankly.
There was still a dull pain in her forehead, but the suffocating feeling in her heart that was about to crush her miraculously dissipated for the most part.
Yeah...
I'm not wrong.
I didn't do it either.
That... is none of my business?
Although this theory sounded bastard, she didn't know why, but after hearing it, she suddenly felt...
So cool.
Seeing Qian Renxue's expression as if he had suddenly opened up the Ren and Du channels but was still in a daze, Nan Feng couldn't help but rolled his eyes and complained with disgust:
"I'm really impressed. You guys named Qian are really mentally ill."
"Mingdu has no self-awareness at all."
Nan Feng pointed in the direction of the Worship Hall, and then pointed at Qian Renxue in front of him, his tone full of disdain:
"Obviously you are not a perfect thing, and you are obviously a human being with emotions and dark sides. But what about you? But you can't accept the slightest stain on your body, and you feel that you should be flawless and sacrosanct."
"Qian Xunji is like this, Qian Daoliu is like this, and you are like this too."
"Once you find that reality is different from the perfection you imagined, and once you find that there is something dirty on your body, your first reaction is not to face it, not to solve it, but to escape and cover it up. Even like you just did, you feel that you are dirty and don't want to live anymore."
Nan Feng sneered, leaned down, and stared at Qian Renxue's still red and swollen eyes:
"You don't even dare to face yourself, you can't even accept your true appearance, why do you let others think highly of you?"
"This is not called arrogance, this is called cowardice!"
"Strong on the outside but hard on the inside, living in false honor, living in the eyes of others, and living under the aura of the so-called Angel God."
"Once your halo is broken, once others stop praising you, you will feel like you have collapsed."
"That's all you have about yourself?"
Nan Feng reached out and rubbed Qian Renxue's smooth blond hair somewhat roughly, turning the originally neat hairstyle into a chicken coop:
"In the final analysis, whether it is the one hundred-year-old Qian Daoliu or the nine-year-old you, psychologically they are just a bunch of brats and cowards who have not grown up."
"Listen up, Qian Renxue."
Nan Feng retracted his hand, stood up straight, and his voice became calm and thorough:
"In this world, some things are fixed and you can't change them."
"For example, your bastard father is dead, or your extreme mother just doesn't love you."
"This is a fact and an iron law."
"Don't dwell on things you can't change, and don't dwell on things that have already happened."
"Repeatedly thinking about 'why is this happening?' and repeatedly asking 'why is it me?' has no meaning other than self-torture and making yourself more painful and weaker."
"Instead of crying here and asking why, it's better to think about how to live in the future."