After that, everyone looked at him differently. People heâd helped before stayed away to avoid being involved.
Just from a few small incidents, he became someone everyone despised.
âThat kid has a rotten heart. Not honest at all.â
âWho knows? I never liked him anyway.â
âYou should stop talking.â
âWhat, you feel sorry for him?â
âNo⊠itâs not thatâŠâ
People avoided him. Some even attacked Gouâer.
That day, over ten people surrounded Gouâer. They snatched his Dry Cake and tore off his clothes.
âBeat him to death!â
âKill this fake do-gooder!â
Gouâer was pinned to the ground. In his gaze, he saw many figures in the distance â people he had once helped.
They didnât dare look his way. Some even turned away, eating their Dry Cake silently, like they wanted nothing to do with him.
Gouâer was beaten until he was barely breathing, covered in blood.
He coughed, facedown, and said weakly, âThis fighting⊠it will only keep going. Today you rob others, tomorrow others will rob you⊠Maybe someday youâll be pinned down and beaten half to death too.â
âWhy not think about changing all this? If everyoneâŠâ
Before he finished, a foot stomped on the side of his face.
Then came more blows.
Gouâer couldnât speak. He was kicked around like a ball.
âHahahaâŠâ
They laughed loudly, seeming to enjoy it.
Only when they were tired did they stop. Gouâer was left lying bloodied on the sandy ground.
No one stepped forward to help him.
Not those heâd helped, nor those he hadnât. None spared him a glance.
Tears welled in Gouâerâs eyes. With great effort, he crawled up, hunched over, and staggered away.
Every step felt heavy.
âŠ
Chen Changsheng saw the bloodied Gouâer on the path outside the woods. His breathing was faint, like it could stop any moment.
Chen Changsheng took Gouâer back to the lakeside. He drew lake water and washed away the blood.
The Taiqing Sword seemed excited by the smell of blood and appeared.
Chen Changsheng glanced at it. âInterested in someone nearly beaten to death?â
The Taiqing Sword seemed to lose interest and vanished.
Chen Changsheng guided a wisp of Golden Light into Gouâerâs body, healing his wounds.
Gouâer slept all afternoon.
When he woke, only a slight ache remained. No trace of blood could be seen.
Looking up, he saw the Blue Robe sitting by the lake, holding a bamboo fishing rod.
Gouâer stared at himself in disbelief.
Could he really be alive after such bad injuries?
He froze, then asked, âIâŠâ
âGo back if youâre awake.â
Chen Changsheng spoke without turning. âThis is the last time I help you.â
Gouâer lowered his head. He knelt down.
He kowtowed twice towards the Blue Robeâs back.
Thump. Thump. A red mark appeared on his forehead.
After this, Gouâer stood and left. He didnât look back. He felt ashamed.
Chen Changsheng looked at the lake.
Gouâer had the power to change things. He had peopleâs respect and ideas. But he didnât want to be the one to set the rules. He hoped everyone would just be good, and things would improve.
Chen Changsheng thought he would understand. Instead, he seemed to take the path of monks and Buddhas.
Was that trace of Buddhaâs Light really so powerful?
âŠ
Gouâer returned safely. Everyone was surprised. They thought he was surely dead.
Gouâer hadnât given up. He still thought about it all.
He talked with people in the crowd, sharing his ideas. He hoped they would show mercy and kindness.
But without fail, no one cared to listen.
Every day, someone came to grab his Dry Cake.
Gouâer didnât resist. He just said, âTake it if youâre hungry.â
He handed the Dry Cake to the person before him.
The one who came to rob him just laughed scornfully. âYou know whatâs good for you.â
People said heâd gone crazy or become a fool.
Mocking voices reached Gouâer constantly.
He said nothing. Without Dry Cake, he went to the dense woods outside the City Platform to find food.
He ate grass. Chewed bark. Even ate bugs.
Every day someone came demanding his Dry Cake.
Gouâer grew thinner. During work, he got whipped by the overseers, leaving bloody welts across his body.
Again, someone came for the Dry Cake today.
Gouâer looked at the person and paused.
The person seemed hesitant, standing before him but slow to speak.
Gouâer recognized him. It was the little brother who took his cake before, called out âBig Bro,â and said he was a good person.
Gouâer closed his eyes and held out the Dry Cake.
The person took it and walked away without a backward glance.
âThat kid is truly mad.â
At first, people laughed at him.
But slowly, the voices grew quieter.
âHow many days has he not eaten?â
âSeveral.â
âI see him with his cake. He doesnât eat it. Just holds it, like waiting for someone to take it.â
ââŠâ
People murmuring these things exchanged glances. They didnât know what else to say.
A trace of pity stirred within them that moment.
That night, Gouâer went again to the woods outside the City Platform.
Skillfully, he used a rock to chip off tree bark.
After crushing it, he stuffed some grass into his mouth.
Not far away, someone watched all this closely.
It was one of the workers from the City Platform. He watched for a long time, unmoving. Under the moonlight, a look of shame formed in his eyes.
The next day, when the Dry Cake was handed out.
Gouâer once more gave away his Dry Cake. An old man took it.
As usual, Gouâer said nothing. He just sat quietly.
Then, a figure walked up to him.
Gouâer opened his eyes.
He recognized the person. This man had taken his Dry Cake before.
âTake it!â
The man thrust the Dry Cake into Gouâerâs hand.
Gouâer stared blankly. âWhy give it to me?â
The man kept a cold expression. He just said, âEat it!â
He forced the Dry Cake into Gouâerâs mouth. Once done, he turned and walked off.
Gouâer stared at the manâs back for a long time.
He suddenly realized⊠things seemedâŠ
Different.
âŠ
That night, he didnât go to the woods to chew bark.
But almost a hundred people went there.
Under the night sky, they saw the trees stripped bare of bark. Saw the scraped-bare patches of grass.
Several hundred eyes just watched. No one spoke.
Finally, a voice broke the silence among the crowd.
âIs this how he avoided starvingâŠ?â