Dawang’s incident didn’t end with a beating. A series of sequelae trailed behind him, such as the unbearable itching when new flesh grew from the scab.
It wasn’t comfortable to sit nor stand and it was not convenient to scratch it either. After all, except for children and those who didn’t pay attention to their own hygiene, who would scratch their butt every day?
How unsightly would it look?
Especially with him trying to appear stronger than he was, it was even more impossible.
It’s just…He really felt more restless now than when it hurt.
Plus, it wasn’t just physical torture, but there was also mental torture.
His mother’s pitiful look that practically conveyed ‘oh my god, what if my son walks down the wrong path? It would be my fault as a mother for not teaching him better. What if in the future, he is shot at point blank range because he did something wrong?‘ really made things even more unbearable. It was as if someone took a needle and stabbed him in the heart.
And he always felt that people in the village would look at him with sympathy or curiosity when they saw him.
Naturally, he behaved even more indifferently as he would never show any flaws.
It could be said that the price of making a mistake this time was quite high. He was not afraid of being beaten, but he was afraid of the series of side effects after being beaten.
Dawang secretly expressed that in the future, he really couldn’t commit any crimes that would end him up in the palms of the partners in crime.
However, Dawang being whipped was not as shameful as he expected and many people secretly praised him as a real man.
Those in the village with ulterior motives came to him quietly, wanting to ask him why he was so good at playing poker and how he even won a whopping amount of 5 Yuan!!
Where was the game held? How did they play? They were curious.
Naturally, Dawang would not admit anything, so with a glare that was as sharp as a knife, “First find Director Han and be whipped 30 times. Then, I will tell you.”
And who would dare to do that?
But since Dawang said that he would commit crimes and perform meritorious service, it was not going to merely be empty talk. After all, Han Qingsong would not just spout nonsense.
After running in the morning and finishing the exercise outside the gate, Han Qingsong signalled for Erwang and Sanwang to go to their house, but asked Dawang to follow him to the small forest in the south.
“Tell me, what else is there to explain?” Han Qingsong stood with his hands behind his back and dark eyes that were dark and sharp like a falcon. Even when he stared at his son, there was no softness in his gaze.
Dawang hesitated for a moment, but upon thinking about the pain, the numbness, the itching of his buttocks, the torment in his heart and his mother’s teary eyes, he decided to make a thorough confession and make a clean break with the past.
“Among those people, a few of them…were different,” He said.
Han Qingsong, “How so?”
“They know a few tricks,” He picked up a small stone from the ground and gestured with his right hand. With one move, it disappeared as he motioned for Han Qingsong to look for it.
Han Qingsong stared at him with cold eyes and pointed to his chest.