Translating Sloth

The next morning, the Feng Er husband and wife with bloodshot eyes because of a lack of sleep saw Zhao Jin Yu back, the atmosphere was depressing and at a loss, Zhao Jin Yu thought of consoling words for quite a while, in the end she could only say, “Uncle Feng, younger sister hasn’t done anything improper, it can be assumed the Embroidered Uniform Guards arrested the wrong person…, you mustn’t be worried, wait at home for a few days, younger sister will naturally come back.” Feng Er’s daughter and Zhao Jin Yu were around the same age, but Zhao Jin Yu was born in June, Feng Er’s daughter Zhang Hong was born in October. When his daughter was mentioned, tears flickered in Feng Er’s eyes, but he strongly resisted saying, “Causing the young lady to worry, we will take the young lady’s lucky words, Hong Er will certainly avert disaster.” Zhao Jin Yu also did not say much, at that moment any words seemed to be useless, in ancient times a woman’s reputation and integrity were extrem

Zhao Chang Chun hugged Zhao Jin Yu, emotionally moved. His originally thick and broad chest, was now only skin and bones, as if it would smash with only the lightest push, but this person, had a compassionate father’s chest, making Zhao Jin Yu greedily draw warmth from it, crying increasingly uncontrollably. Night slowly descended, there were no candles inside the prison cell, only the small narrow window lent moonlight for them to look at one another, Zhao Chang Chun smiled and said, “Jin girl, you’re so big already but still a cry-baby.” Having spoken he wanted to help her wipe her tears, but in the end he saw his clothes were dirty, his hand was even more filthy, he slowly lowered the hand he had softly raised, his heart filled with a feeling of uselessness. Zhao Jin Yu eyes were swollen like walnuts, but she still had good eyesight to see her adoptive father’s sense of loss, with not thoughts or hesitation she moved her face closer, rubbing against his apparent filth

Inside, was the heavy smell of blood assailing the nose that a person would vomit, her thick and heavy breathing sound concealed her pounding heart. “Wang, young master Wang…” Luo Luo pushed here lantern inside, her body was still braced outside the door, not daring to take a step in. The gasping sound inside the room increased, the light popping and breathing sound of a person weighed down by blood rose, the sound itself made people tremble from head to toe. Luo Luo shuddered, clearing her throat half crying: “Xiao Wang Wang, are you here?” The lantern was too dim, it could only light up the fang cun [1] around the door, it was deeply dark inside the room, the air pushing her so she was unable to breathe easily. Suddenly, a pale hand stuck out, sticking to her face in a flash, before she could scream, that hand covered up her mouth. She felt something flow from the hand to her lips, a fishy smell. “Did you come to kill us?” Not knowing when, Wang Zi Feng had

Wang Zi Feng walked around the house several times, touching the all around the walls, fragments of sand and stones with dried mud stuck to his hands, there was a little pain like having been pin cushioned. He lifted his head to look at the roof, it was very high, it was somewhat difficult to use the walls to jump up there, this room was like an atrium, there was only one small window, the dark night penetrated through, no starlight could be seen, just like the future he was about to face, pitch-black without hope. “And not know whether or not he would survive.” Wang Zi Feng subconsciously mumbled.  There was no one else in the room, he simply did not know he was talking to himself. At noon he was tied up and brought here, taken away from his dad’s severe and cold gaze. Before he left, he heard his dad say to that blind man who had suddenly appeared: “None of you are allowed to touch a single hair on him.” Wang Zi Feng had a dim impression of that blind man, he had