Shen Dinghai simply couldn't understand Ranran's thoughts. Just because you witnessed the brutal crimes committed by the men in Good Village against the women, do you have to instill this horrific fact into your relatives? "I know Dad and the others won't agree." Ran Ran frowned, "I don't understand, I think my gift is very good." "I gave it to my great-nephew so that he would not become the kind of man in Good Village and become the dregs of society." "Cousin, you can't vent your dissatisfaction on the men around you just because you went through this." "The men around me." Ran Ran smiled, "Did I vent my anger on you?" Shen Dinghai was so anxious that his tongue was about to get tied up. "That's not what I meant! I just think you can't teach Zhichen like this, cousin." "Let me reiterate." Ran Ran's face turned cold, "I didn't teach him a lesson out of anger. I was just educating him." "The reason why Good Village has developed into what it is is because men are not educated enough." Mr. Shen and the others hurriedly called Shen Dinghai and Ran Ran back, with some intention of calling them to account, but when they saw Ran Ran's cold face, they were speechless.
It was Shen Dingchuan who spoke first to break the deadlock, "Is the interview between my cousin and Uncle Song going smoothly?" Ran Ran nodded and took out a silk banner from the small cloth bag, "This is what he gave me." Everyone laughed awkwardly, and at this moment the piece of cloth tightly clenched in Mr. Shen's hand became particularly conspicuous. Ran Ran noticed and reminded him carefully, "I'm not sure if the words on the cloth are written with waterproof paint. Guo Dong, you hold it so tightly, be careful that the words will be blurred by sweat from your hands." Upon hearing this, Mr. Shen immediately loosened his hand and only dared to hold it lightly. In his opinion, no matter what the origin of this piece of cloth is, it has the power to protect people. Anything that can protect people is a treasure, and he cannot destroy the treasure. Ranran returned to the room to rest under the guidance of the maid. The rest of the people immediately surrounded Shen Dinghai and asked him questions at once. "What is the origin of that piece of cloth? Tell me now, kid!" Shen Zhichen was squeezed out of the circle, feeling somewhat helpless, "Didn't my aunt say that she would be able to find out after a while? Why are you in such a hurry? And my uncle may not know it either." Shen Dinghai swallowed his saliva. He really knew this, and he knew it thoroughly. How he wanted to follow Shen Zhichen's words and keep his mouth shut, so that he wouldn't have to bear the wrath of his father, but he really couldn't resist his father's glare, so he honestly told him the origin of the piece of cloth. He even recounted his entire experience in Good Village. No one expected that the two would encounter such a big thing not long after they had been there. This story makes people angry and sad. But after the emotion subsided, Mr. Shen gradually came to his senses, "What does it mean that Ranran gave this thing to Zhichen?" "To put it bluntly, this piece of cloth is a death list. Every name on it represents a wronged soul. How could Zhichen carry such a thing with him?!" Shen Dinghai forced a smile; his father's reaction was exactly what he expected. But Shen Zhichen's young age was beyond Shen Dinghai's expectations.
The slightly childish voice carried a similar coldness to Shen Dingchuan's, but it made people feel a strong sense of seriousness. "It's easy to understand what my aunt meant. She hopes that I won't become the kind of scum in Good Village. I will remember it well." "As for the wronged souls that grandpa mentioned, they all have names." He gently touched the yellowed piece of cloth, "Maybe after a long time, I can really have so many friends." "They will protect me as friends." Shen Zhichen was the owner of the gift. He accepted it quickly at such a young age, so Mr. Shen couldn't say anything about what he thought was unacceptable. He just waved his hand with a bad expression, "Alright, alright, go away!" Shen Dinghai obviously didn't expect that what he saw as a major crisis could be resolved by Shen Zhichen with just a few words. Should we say that they are indeed relatives of the next generation? He turned his head and found that Shen Dingchuan was still standing there holding Shen Zhichen's hand. "Brother, aren't you busy today?" Shen Dingchuan looked a little hesitant, "I still have some things to deal with." Shen Dinghai didn't move. He waited quietly for Shen Dingchuan to leave so that he could see him off. "Dinghai, you misunderstood." Shen Dingchuan sighed, "Actually, I still need your help with what I'm talking about." "Me?!" Shen Dinghai opened his eyes wide, "I can help you, big brother. This is news from the last century!" Shen Dingchuan curled the corners of his lips helplessly, but was immediately strongly rejected by Shen Dinghai. "Brother, you'd better stop laughing. You know that when a person doesn't laugh for a long time, the way he laughs will make others feel uncomfortable... It will... well, make me feel uncomfortable..." Shen Dingchuan added calmly, "I understand. I look ugly when I smile." “No!” Shen Dinghai waved his hands repeatedly, “It’s not ugly! Brother, you are so handsome, how can your smile be ugly!” Shen Zhichen spoke silently, "I know how uncle feels. Father's smile is scary." The air froze for a moment. Shen Dinghai had never felt so sweaty in front of his elder brother before, and he froze completely. "Brother, just tell me what's going on." Shen Dingchuan coughed lightly. Perhaps both sides were not used to such things, so both sides looked very nervous. "I would like to ask you to ask my cousin for a favor." He seemed to have made up his mind. Shen Dinghai was a little surprised. "If you need to find your cousin for something, just tell her directly. Your cousin is very kind to the younger generation." A hint of embarrassment appeared on Shen Dingchuan's cold face. This was the first time Shen Dinghai saw Shen Dingchuan with such an expression. He observed it carefully as if he had discovered a new continent. "I don't know if you, Dinghai, have noticed a fact. Actually, my cousin...is not very familiar with us." "It's just that you know her very well."
Shen Dinghai was stunned for a second before he suddenly realized that this seemed to be the truth. Although my cousin has been down the mountain for such a long time, she has actually not stayed in the Shen family for long. She has always been acting with him! Shen Dingchuan saw his expression of sudden enlightenment, and then he slowly said: "That's why I think it's more appropriate for you to speak up." Shen Dinghai understood the reason, but he was also in a dilemma. He has never been a person who helps others convey their needs, because his principle of doing things is: if you can do it yourself, do it yourself. He would not ask others to help him do this, and naturally he would not accept others asking him for such help. After thinking for a while, Shen Dinghai said, "How about this, you should go and talk about the demand yourself, and I will help you think of a suitable reason and opening remarks so that you won't be embarrassed to start the topic." After doing this, Shen Dingchuan took Shen Zhichen by the hand and knocked on Ranran's door. "Cousin, I brought Zhichen here to thank you for the gift you gave him." Ran Ran quickly opened the door and immediately saw two handsome and cold faces that were almost copied and pasted. The only difference was that Shen Zhichen's eyes were full of happiness. "Thank you, Auntie. I really like this gift!" Ran Ran raised an eyebrow, "As long as you like it." She could see that Shen Zhichen was genuinely happy, so this was naturally the best thing. She also gave him this gift sincerely and hoped that he would get better and better. Positive feedback from the recipient is undoubtedly the best gift for the giver. However, after Shen Dingchuan knocked on the door, he did not take any further action. This was because Shen Dinghai only taught him this much. Ran Ran noticed that the atmosphere was gradually becoming awkward, and asked sympathetically, "Is there something wrong?" Shen Dingchuan gritted his teeth and said, "It happened at a construction site of the group." (End of this chapter)