That day, I arrived at a village in the middle of the night, but not long after that, I accidentally caught a glimpse of an old beggar following me. But when he looked at it, the other party hurriedly turned to the toy stall on the roadside. Regardless of the frown and cold face of the stall owner, he picked up a rattle and pretended to play with it. In fact, his eyes were staring at Ling Ye over there.
Ling Ye stopped and didn't move away. He also looked over there sideways. Although he didn't look back, the peek from the other party was clearly visible. He was silent for a moment, thinking that these beggars had already targeted him, and now he thought... maybe the guy who was taken away by the river at that time survived, and then reported his whereabouts.
"I gave an order from above to pay close attention to the activities of all the prodigal sons around me, so I ended up here..." The old beggar looked sideways at Ling Ye's figure, but the light in his eyes became brighter and brighter with the rise and fall of his mind. : "Even if you don't look for him, you can also put him in a human room and wait for harvesting."
"..." The constantly changing thoughts in his heart made Ling Ye fall into deep silence, and he also lowered his gaze. He was a little confused: they clearly murdered his father first, and then died, which was understandable. It can be said that evil people will be punished. But now, his father is dead, and before he goes to seek revenge on them, the other party is chasing after him, insisting on killing him, and intends to wipe out his life.
Due to his mood, he couldn't help but clenched his hands. He couldn't figure it out, so he stopped thinking about it and told himself that it was enough to just remember this hatred, just remember the actions and faces of these individuals.
So he felt relieved and smiled lightly. At this moment, the stall owner over there couldn't help feeling disgusted in his heart, and reprimanded the old beggar: "If you buy it, buy it. If you don't buy it, get out. If my things are dirty, the children won't even want to look at them!"
When everyone heard the sound and looked sideways, the beggar was also stunned by the other party. When he looked up, he saw the other person's arms crossed, with a look of impatience and boredom on his face as if he was aloof. He couldn't help but feel angry in his heart, but just as he was about to get angry, he saw the figure over there flickering, and he quickly turned his head to look, only to find that Ling Ye had already rushed into the crowd and was nowhere to be found.
"Damn you!" The old beggar glared with anger on the spot, and immediately smashed the rattle in his hand: "Grandpa, I see you——" But before he could turn around and scold the stall owner, the stall owner suddenly With a glare, he jumped over from the stall table, instantly threw the old beggar to the ground, held him down, mounted him and slapped him: "How dare you, grandma!" Throw my stuff!? I’m calling you uncle!”
"Ah——! Help! Killer!" He saw the old beggar wailing to stop him, calling for help, but the stall owner was so angry that he laughed and punched the man unconscious. Even if you want to stop, you can't relieve your anger: "You bastard with sound hands and feet! It's just asking for food with a broken bowl, how dare you make trouble for nothing! Not to mention the things that came to dirty me, are the things that are broken only my things? ?! That’s your aunt’s hard work! I’ll fucking call you!”
There were many onlookers, but no one spoke or stepped forward to stop him. They were all silent or watching indifferently.
This is understandable, not to mention that the master of the beating is not an easy guy to mess with.
"See, you are also a member of Bei Duo's gang of dog eagles. Why don't you beat me to death when you meet me today!" The sound of beatings and curses coming from there gradually became distant, and Ling Ye just stopped and looked there, then turned around and went to Walk outside the town.
At that time, Beggar was in charge of the headquarters.
In the rockery garden of this villa, there is a half-hidden and half-covered cave entrance, which is actually a dungeon where many rebels and many refugees are imprisoned. Looking at his body, his clothes are in tatters, his face is sallow and his muscles are thin. Looking at their bodies, they were weak and scarred. They were all huddled in a corner and did not dare to make a sound, or they were lying half-dead on the side.
The innermost area is the interrogation room, with complete tables and various instruments of torture, just like a prison, only for personal use.
At this moment, Old Zhao, who was covered in bloodstains, was lying tremblingly on the desk. He was clenching his teeth and holding himself up while he was dabbing pen and ink in order to modify the face portrait on the table tremblingly.
Zhang Wuqi was frowning and watching from the side. The invited painter was also beside him, but at this time he was as silent as a cicada. He only dared to wipe his sweat but did not dare to say anything.
"I came here to repay you with kindness..." Old Zhao almost gritted his teeth and his tears were filled with humiliation. Even though he had the strength to change the portrait, it was because of the resentment in his heart: "Not only did he not give me any good retribution... but he also imposed additional punishment on me. , Whip and drown for pleasure!"
He couldn't help but shook his head in sorrow and hatred. Although the pen in his hand was trembling, he traced the young man's eyebrows, widened his mouth and nose, and rounded his hairline, turning it into sorrow and hatred: "I can't please you... and you can't find it either!"
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Thanks to the internal orders issued by Bei Tuotong, Ling Ye would attract attention and be followed whenever he entered a country in the past few days. Yesterday, he even took the initiative to escape and attracted the pursuit of several people from the other party. If he hadn't been quick to wit, Good Luck snatched a rich boy's money bag and threw it at the patrol officer, saying that it was the beggars who were robbing people of their money. He was so shocked that the other party pulled out a knife on the spot and forced the men to stop and subdue him. He didn't know that he was going to be desperate. Even so, Ling Ye was forced to hide in Tibet, circumvent cities and towns, and dared to enter villages but could not go to the main line.
It was dusk here, and Ling Ye worked hard to reach this place in the mountains. Looking at it, it was just a miniature of a mountain village.
He held on to a small tree and took a breath to look around, only to see smoke curling up from the kitchen stove. Although he could only see three or two rooms, it was peaceful and unexpectedly beautiful. He couldn't help but remain silent, then let go of the small tree and walked slowly away.
At that time, there was a young man sitting under a big tree by the roadside, staring blankly into the distance. Although he was holding bowls and chopsticks in his hands, he forgot to eat the food in the bowl.
This young man has a strong body, a plump figure, thick eyebrows and handsome eyes. He wears long, loose clothes made of coarse cloth with patches. As for what he was thinking, God knows.
"Life is like twilight, and the years are rushing..." He looked at the landscape outside the mountains, his thoughts were carried away by the flowing clouds and red clouds, but he accidentally saw someone's head emerging from the side of the mountain road, so he looked sideways. But he saw a little beggar walking on foot, and he was stunned when he saw him.
The two are not far apart, but their status is different, with a gap of more than half a body.
"..." Ling Ye saw that everyone was silent, and the young man looked at Ling Ye after he regained consciousness. But I saw that his clothes had not been changed for an unknown period of time. Not to mention his unkempt hair and face, his fingernails were full of dirt, especially behind his ears, which were full of dust. He couldn't help but shake his head and looked at those eyes, but they didn't have much color. They were empty and empty, like a starry sky without a moon, or like a scorching sun on a cloudy sky, full of haze.
As soon as he looked at it, he forgot the time, and he always liked to be so absorbed in it. It wasn't until Ling Ye over there didn't want to stop any longer that his eyes moved, and he stood up with a smile, not forgetting to sweep the dust from his buttocks: "Hey ,Where are you from."
Ling Ye paused for a moment, then raised his head to look at the other party. Seeing the sincerity and naturalness on his face, he couldn't help but look into those tiger eyes, and subconsciously murmured: "Outside the mountain..."
"Ah?" The young man opened his ear. He saw the other person speaking but couldn't hear the sound, so he smacked his lips, walked over and asked, "What are you talking about? A dignified young man, but he talks like a little girl and can't be heard. .”
When the other party came closer and stopped, Ling Ye slowly came back to his senses. However, when he looked at the other party, he was silent. Then he lowered his eyes to the rice bowl in the other party's hand, but it was because of his lust.
The young man was startled, then lowered his head and glanced at the half bowl of food in his left hand. Then he smiled knowingly, handed the bowl and chopsticks to the other person, and said with a chuckle: "I'm full. If you don't mind, can you help me?" Let's solve it." Xu thought that Ling Ye would have concerns, so he added with a smile: "Although I am tall and strong, my appetite is actually very small. My mother is the same, she eats more throughout the day. Most of the time, I can’t eat the food, and I’m afraid of being scolded for wasting food in front of me, so I usually come here to eat alone and look far away. If I can’t eat anymore, I can only throw it away, which is a pity.”
Ling Ye was silent. He really wanted to refuse, but his body refused to obey, and his hands were guided by the instinct of hunger. He stretched out to catch the bowl and chopsticks with difficulty.
The young man smiled and turned back to the big tree: "It's wonderful here, and no one will disturb you. Let's go under the tree, lean against the big tree, and look at the foothills. The red clouds are falling. It's probably a beautiful thing. thing."
Ling Ye was silent. He looked at the food in his hand for a long time, but he couldn't remember how long it had been since he had picked up such warm food. Now his stomach began to feel anxious, and another urging came from the other side: "Don't stand there. Well, if one accidentally slips and falls, he will have to roll down for a while before he can stop."
Ling Ye was silent and couldn't help but look sideways. Although he couldn't see the way behind him, he could still see the slope and knew the ruggedness, just as the other party said. So he calmed down and walked towards the other party.
"Huh." The young man smiled knowingly and put his hands on the back of his head. He leaned against the big tree with his legs crossed and looked into the distance. However, he did not look at Ling Ye, and only cared about himself.
Ling Ye remained silent all the way, and walked past the other party, going to sit next to the other party's right hand. He had been starving for a long time. Although the money bag found on the beggar's body that day was not small, except for an identity token, it only contained three or five treasures. How could it cover the expenses of the journey? It was already exhausted, and the token was destroyed by him at the very beginning. Now, he could finally have a full meal and look at the warm meal in his hands, but he didn't know how to do it.
"Eat quickly. Otherwise it will get cold." The words of the young man suddenly came from the side. When Ling Ye looked sideways, the other person was still looking at the distant mountains. He saw a smile at the corner of his mouth and a tough profile, just like the mountain line. Comparing the two, there was silence, and then he lowered his eyes to the rice bowl in his hand. After a deep look, he lost his mind, slowly picked up the chopsticks, and began to eat one bite at a time, chewing slowly. .
"How is it?" The young man suddenly turned his head to look. Although Ling Ye stopped all his movements, he still had a smile on his lips: "Is it delicious?"
Ling Ye was silent for a moment, then nodded slightly: "Yes."
"Huh." The young man smiled happily, looked away again, and said as if talking to a friend: "There is still a lot of meat at the bottom of the bowl, and it is delicious with green celery and yam."
Ling Ye nodded lightly, then chewed the food in his mouth and swallowed it, and then began to eat more bites, but he maintained his eating attitude and was not devouring it.
The young man shook his head inexplicably, perhaps because he felt the sadness of the person next to him, so his expression became a little sad, and there was a sense of sadness that was not befitting his age.
"Hoo, ho..." Ling Ye just focused on picking up the rice, one more bite at a time, but no matter how much he filled his mouth, he couldn't stop his tears.
The tears were filled with bitterness and pain, but they were silent and did not moisturize all things.
He also had a warm haven, with both parents, and he could eat delicious meals every day. Every once in a while, my father would go out fishing or hunting. Although they live outside the town and are not as wealthy as others, as long as he wants to eat, there is no shortage of meat, fruits, and all kinds of food, which is infinitely better than the bowl in his hand. But why, the taste gradually faded away, leaving only the sourness and bitterness in this bowl, like chewing wax, with a mouth full of mud.
At that time, two teenagers.
A man looked up at the tree, smiling leisurely.
One person holds a bowl to eat and washes his face with tears.
"By the way, my name is Xue Li, what's your name?"
"..."
"Ling Ye..."
