549: Chapter 538 549: Chapter 538 “Where?
Hasn’t hooliganism been abolished nowadays?” Song Yun said aggrievedly, “I’m just stating facts!
Isn’t it lucky to see a beauty twice in one day?”
“All right, don’t move, let me apply some red medicine.” Mo Yuyao said, taking a bottle of red medicine from the side, gently applied it to Song Yun’s head, then clapped her hands and said, “Okay, you can go back now.”
“That’s it?” Song Yun asked in surprise.
“Yeah, you just have a small cut, I’ve disinfected it and applied red medicine, so naturally, it’ll be fine,” Mo Yuyao said.
“But…
but I saw that weight plate was very dirty, you should check it carefully, don’t let me end up with tetanus or something, then I’d really have no way to compensate if I died!” Song Yun hurriedly said.
“Peh, what are you talking about dying for?
With me, the Divine Doctor here, you won’t die.
Ah, I told you it’s fine, why are you fussing so much?” Mo Yuyao said discontentedly.
“Sigh, mainly because today was my first day in prison, I’m actually very scared.
I don’t know anyone and don’t understand such rules, I was already beaten.”
“In the afternoon, I was also called to do hard labor, it’s just a world away from my life outside.
I still feel even now, if only this were all a dream, how great it would be, to wake up and still be lying in my bed at home, watching TV and playing on the computer,” Song Yun sighed deeply, his face full of thick sorrow.
“Ah, if that’s the case, why did it even start?” Mo Yuyao, seeing Song Yun reveal such deep emotions, plus the two of them being about the same age, immediately felt a surge of pity in her heart.
“I…
sigh, I’ve really been wronged!!” Song Yun said helplessly, “I offended our village chief, and as a result, he drove his family’s cow into my yard and then called the police saying I stole their cow.
That day, seeing the village chief looking so smug, I couldn’t help but let my Wangcai out.
My Wangcai, not knowing his own strength, went over and bit the village chief, and just that bite severed the village chief’s major artery, and then he died.”
“Just like that, at most I’d be sentenced to a few years, but the village chief’s wife and children, they’re demanding my life.
You wouldn’t believe how much money they threw into it.
In the end, I was sentenced to life imprisonment.
Sigh.”
“It’s wrong of you to have let the dog bite him but framing you is also against the law.
Logically, you should’ve just gotten a few years, a life sentence is indeed too harsh,” Mo Yuyao said sympathetically, “Didn’t your family come up with any solution?”
“I…
don’t have any family left,” Song Yun said, while silently praying in his heart, “Old Dad, I hope you don’t come to hit me after hearing this.”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t know…” Mo Yuyao looked at the despondent Song Yun and felt she had touched on his pain with her previous statement, couldn’t help speaking softly to comfort him, “Just do well in reforming yourself, or maybe…
maybe I could go out and file an appeal for you?”
“Would that…
be useful?” Song Yun looked desolate, “In such a society governed by money and power, as a poor, powerless, and powerless young man, apart from being wronged and potentially rotting in jail, what else can I do?
Sometimes, I truly wish I could just die and end it all, but I still harbor a sliver of hope for this society.”
“I hope that one day, we all can love each other, and there will no longer be people who face oppression, everyone will be affluent, but I know…
it’s only a fantasy!” Song Yun finished, looking ahead forlornly, his eyes lost and powerless.
In Mo Yuyao’s eyes, there was pity, but even more, a sort of motherliness not because Mo Yuyao was overly emotional, but because Song Yun’s performance was simply too powerful.
If he ever auditioned for acting, he would surely score full marks.
Seeing Song Yun now, with tears brimming in his eyes.
It seemed he might lower his head at any moment, his hands slightly clenched, holding inside them an accusation against society, those lost eyes reflecting his uncertain future, and his slightly lifted head representing his lingering hope.
With these few gestures, he expressed all his emotions vividly—it was truly only something a legendary actor could do.
Song Yun was really going to great lengths for a girl.
“Poor child, what did you do before?” Mo Yuyao looked sadly at Song Yun, especially into his eyes, which completely shook her!
“I used to be just a farmer,” Song Yun said, opening his arms and slightly bowing his head, as if embarrassed by his identity as a farmer.
“You don’t have to be embarrassed.
Actually, I really appreciate farmers,” Mo Yuyao’s eyes brimmed with sincerity, “Without your hard work, how could we enjoy such a happy life?”
“Really?
Do you really think so?” Song Yun suddenly looked up, his raising of the head too appropriate and the surprised look in his eyes just right.
“Of course, it’s true!” Mo Yuyao said excitedly, “People always say that cities are dirtier and more chaotic because of farmers, but I want to say those people should really go back into their mother’s wombs and be remade.
Your apartment, your car, the food you eat, aren’t all those things made and produced by farmers?”
“Recently on TV, they showed someone refusing to let a farmer ride the bus because they thought he was dirty.
I was so angry for days!
As the saying goes, ‘When drinking water, remember its source.’ Actually, most people today greatly appreciate farmers, so you really have no need to feel inferior.”
“You…
are really a good person,” Song Yun looked deeply at Mo Yuyao, hesitated as if he wanted to say more, glanced at Mo Yuyao again, then bowed his head and looked up again, his eyes full of inner conflict.
“What’s the matter?” Mo Yuyao asked concernedly.
“…Sigh, never mind, our statuses are just too different,” Song Yun after a lengthy display of agony took a deep breath while clutching his fist, then said, “I’m pretty much healed now and can go back.
It was nice chatting with you.”
“What do you mean our statuses are too different?
Young man, how can you be so lacking in confidence?
After all, I’m just someone who works for others, professions don’t determine someone’s worth, nor does status.
If you keep talking like that, I might get angry!” Mo Yuyao pretended to be angry.
“It’s just…
sigh, I really thought too much,” Song Yun continued to pretend to be conflicted.