Zhao Wujiang's robe was pulled, and he turned around to look.
The visitor was a young man with messy hair, some small cuts at the corners of his eyes and lips, and some not too obvious bruises on his cheeks.
But this can't cover up the boy's handsomeness at all.
This is a very good-looking young man.
The young man was wearing a thin pale green gown, and the black boots he wore were loose and did not fit his feet.
"Master, can you...can you reward me with a bowl of wontons?
I've been hungry for two days and nights. "The young man's eyes were full of water, his tone was begging, and his handsome cheeks had a touch of pity at this moment.
The old man cooking wontons glanced at the young man.
"Why didn't you ask the old man for a bowl of wontons earlier? You'd be hungry and cold for two days." Zhao Wujiang asked.
"I..." The young man bit his bloodless gray-purple lips and hesitated:
"I...I have no money..."
"You are not without money now, are you?" Zhao Wujiang was not stingy with money and goodwill, nor was he overly cautious, but wanted to understand the young man's real predicament first.
"I..." The young man's thin body trembled in the cold wind, and he was about to cry:
"Master, I...I can sleep with you and stay with you all night..."
Zhao Wujiang fell silent for a moment. He probably knew that the young man must have been a prostitute raised by a wealthy man, and he had now escaped.
"Sit down first, old man, and then add a bowl of wontons with more weight." Zhao Wujiang smiled gently.
"okay."
The old man glanced at the young man and then at Zhao Wujiang.
The young man sat cautiously opposite Zhao Wujiang, looking down at the surface of the small table.
Not long after, two bowls of wontons were brought up, one big and one small.
Zhao Wujiang held the small bowl and warmed his hands.
The young man pressed his hand against the big bowl and began to devour it without caring about how hot it was.
In a few breaths, the big bowl of wontons was full.
The boy finished the soup and hesitated:
"Sir...can I have another bowl?"
"One bowl for one night, sir, I can..." the young man quickly added, but Zhao Wujiang just interrupted him with a smile and said to the wonton old man:
"Old man, please have another bowl."
"Okay." The old man opened the wooden lid, and steam covered his old face.
The boiling water quickly cooked a bowl of wontons. The boy did not wolf down this time, but he still ate very quickly.
Zhao Wujiang's eyes were deep and unfocused, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
At some point, the old man took out a big tobacco bag, rolled the cut tobacco, stuffed it into his mouth, and started puffing away at the smoke.
The wind and snow whined, and dogs barked from the distant alleys.
The wontons in the boy's bowl were bottomed out.
The old man, shrouded in smoke, knocked on the cigarette rod at the wonton stand and then sighed:
"This child was a prostitute raised by the shopkeeper of Ye Jixiang Shop in the city. He got the disease and was kicked out..."
The boy had a mouthful of wontons in his mouth, his whole body was shaking, and his tears were falling down and dripping into the soup.
Zhao Wujiang suddenly smiled, and the scenes of the past came over like huge waves, lapping against the cliff of the island of memory.
At that time, he was young and loved to play, and he liked to read books that teachers and parents thought were not part of his job, such as The Plum in the Golden Lotus, Romance of the West Chamber, Rou Futon, etc., as well as Mr. Cha's The Deer and the Cauldron, Mr. Xiong's Lu Xiaofeng, etc.
He likes a knight named Fu in the book.
It's Han Ye, it's also an old man, and it's also alone. The only difference is that the woman who was oppressed by the world has become the young man she is today.
So many similarities.
He didn't understand at that time why the old man in the book spoke like this like the old man today.
Now he understands.
The old man didn't say anything at first because he wanted the young man to eat more. He waited until the young man finished eating before telling him about the young man's illness. He wanted to protect him, a good person, and also to protect the young man from being harmed again.
"Where do you want to go? Leave here?" Zhao Wujiang looked at the young man.
The young man's expression was dazed for a moment, but he quickly came to his senses, his expression was one of surprise and disbelief.
The old man had a smile on his lips, but suddenly his smile shrank, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes became finer. He turned his head and looked at the darkness beside him.
