The flowing wind and snow blew silently around Ji Ting. He slowly closed his eyes, pursed his lips, and spoke in a hoarse voice after a long while.
"She doesn't know, she doesn't know anything. She doesn't know that I have been carrying a human life since the day I entered the city. She doesn't know that I actually don't know many words. She doesn't know that I am a robber and a thief who stole the original Her brother’s happiness.”
At this moment, Bailian lowered his eyes: "You are so cruel."
Ji Ting raised his head, looked up at the night sky, and said stubbornly and fiercely: "I'm right, and I don't regret it either."
He threw away his name because it was not nice at all, no different from the cheap names of the rotten beggars in the ruined temple.
He has said that he is just a rotten fish and shrimp in the mud. Whenever there is a life-saving straw, he will cling to it crazily without any moral bottom line.
Meng Chengzhi was his life-saving straw, and so was Ji Ting.
He is a born criminal and a refugee on the earth. Cold and hunger are his companions. He needs to rely on a dull and rusty short knife to compete with wild dogs and beggars for food.
There were times when he was sick, especially that night. The wounds on his body bitten by the sharp teeth of wild dogs became inflamed and pus-filled. His body became very hot and his eyes were red. He had to steal even a cold steamed bun. How can you have money to pay for medical treatment and medicine?
He could only fall down on the edge of the field, holding the short knife, waiting for himself to die.
It was Ji Ting who saved him.
At that time, Ji Ting was only thirteen years old. He was orphaned as a young boy and had a young sister with him.
Because of the war and famine, his parents divorced and separated from his second sister Ji Ying.
After his mother passed away, the brother and sister had no one to rely on, so he took his sister to Xianling City to find his biological father and second sister.
In his memory, Ji Ting was a frail and sickly scholar. He was suffering from tuberculosis and was not going to die soon. He was not suitable for long journeys and fatigue.
If he stayed in a corner and recuperated, he could have lived longer, but he couldn't worry about his young sister. After his death, how would his two-year-old sister survive?
He didn't want Ji San'er to become a commodity in the hands of the old woman before she grew up, nor did he want her to become a child bride from other families who watched her grow up in vain.
So the young man shouldered his luggage, held his little sister's hand, and took the few remaining luggage and food rations with him, heading for the fairy city on earth that everyone longed for.
He promised his mother that he would take good care of his sister.
Traveling all over the world, I don’t seek medical treatment for the sake of the mountains and rivers.
It's just that he doesn't know how time has passed and how absurd the world is.
Ji Ting rescued a young man who was about to die of illness in the wild, and used his little money to apply medicine to his wounds.
The brother and sister traveled through mountains and rivers, and were already exhausted and hungry. The two-year-old girl bit her fingers and drooled. She watched Ji Ting give him the last piece of sesame seed cake. She cried, "Brother, I'm hungry." '
The young boy Ji Ting touched her head and coaxed in a gentle voice: "San'er, be good, this brother is sick, we gave him the cake. When we arrived at Xianling City, we found your second sister, and my brother took you to fat roast chicken." "
How did he get that piece of sesame seed cake?
Oh, I remembered it.
Like a very hungry dog, he ate every bit of the sesame cake in front of the little girl, with no intention of leaving a bite for the brother and sister.
He heard the words Xianling City clearly and truly.
Then a thought came into my mind.
At night, he finished the bowl of hot soup that the young man had cooked for him, and while the two of them were sleeping, he sharpened his knife on an old stone outside the ruined temple all night.
He was afraid that the knife in his hand was too dull and would not kill anyone.
But it turned out that the young man was really, really sick.
When the knife stabbed into his heart and lungs, he didn't even have the strength to struggle, so he could only hold on to his collar. His eyes were not even filled with resentment and anger, as if his last emotion was nothing but humble pleading.
He naturally knows what he wants.
He didn't kill Ji San'er, not because his pleading had any effect, but because he wanted to use her identity to become Ji Ting.
I thought that a two-year-old baby could be easily made to behave by threatening her with a knife a few times.
But he scared her and beat her all the way, until she reached the gate of Xianling City, she was still crying about the murderer.
At that time, I really wanted to strangle her to death!
Before entering the city, he hung Ji San'er under a tree all night and threatened her viciously that if she could no longer control her tongue, he would kill her second sister as well to accompany your dead brother.
Although the little girl was temporarily frightened, he knew that this was not a long-term solution.
There's always a chance she'll reveal her identity.
But he didn't care, because he didn't plan to live with them for the rest of his life under the name of Ji Ting, as long as he got into this wealthy family and took away the money.
But he never thought that God was playing a huge joke on him.
The wealthy family in his mind only left a helpless young girl, guarding a small town noodle shop alone.
But Ji San'er was hung under a tree, exposed to the cold wind all night, and fell seriously ill, which burned his brain and completely forgot about the destruction of the temple.
The wealthy Ji family does not exist.
Gold and silver treasures are even more unavailable to him.
He threw away the curled-edged dagger, washed his hands clean, and wore the old scholar's shirt of a young scholar.
He became Ji Ting and continued the touching story of the reunion of brother and sister.
But no one knows that the person in the play has long since become someone else.
He didn't know what his thoughts were. At night, with the lamp flickering and the candle flickering, he watched the strange girl sitting by the bedside mending the crack in his heart. By some strange coincidence, he called her. .
Ji Yingshu opened her eyes, raised her eyebrows, looked at her brother under the bright lights, and smiled softly at him.
My heart trembled inexplicably, as if a drop of pure water suddenly fell from the ink stain that had been settling for a long time. It was clearly imprinted there and could not be erased or wiped off.
He suddenly recalled something Ji Ting had said before his death. He obviously didn't care much about it at the time, but at this moment, it came to his mind very clearly.
He said to her: "Tomorrow I will take you and your little sister to the city to eat fat and roasted meat?"
Ji Ying had mended the old Confucian shirt in her hand. The stitches were dense and precise. The cracks at the heart of the shirt seemed to have healed. She handed the shirt out and raised her eyes: "Okay."
The past emerges like a clear dream, and then disappears like a bubble.
Ji Ting's unshakable voice sounded in the night: "Everything is suffering, you can only overcome it by yourself, I have no regrets."
Fang Geyu crossed his arms and sneered: "You are not human, not as good as a dog."
Ji Ting looked at her: "I have also thought about being a good person, but at that time, you people who are born with precious lives, did you treat me as a human being?"
