The cold and damp prison, no sunlight all day long, the stench makes people feel nauseous, on the ground
Just spread some hard weeds randomly, this kind of place I am afraid that even mice will avoid it.
However, in the dark center, a thin and weak body lies horizontally. It should be that the prison was too cold, and the body was squirming slightly, coughing intermittently, with a weak and hollow voice.
I slowly opened my tired eyes and couldn't see my fingers. What is this place? I was a little scared at first, is it back to the old days
I felt the chills invading my already weak body, so I subconsciously reached out and moved my hand to my back. Unexpectedly, he didn't touch anything, only to realize that his upper body was completely uncovered.
At this moment, I don't have the strength to think about why I have fallen into this situation. I just curled up tightly to resist the terrible cold, as if I was back three years ago, and I squeezed a bitter smile in despair.
Perhaps no one will know that the world outside of the prison is like a fairyland.
Yulou Jinque, Zhuge embroidery households, mist lingering, Yushu Qionghua.
A teenager about eleven or two years old followed a man, and the two were chatting and laughing, and they were so happy.
"Brother Xiaofan, I have prepared a lot of delicious food for you." The young man said happily.
"I said, you can call my brother in private, but now, you have to call me the original poster." This person is Chu Mengfan, walking leisurely towards the hall.
"Anyway, there is no one else here, only the two of us, what does it matter!" The young man pursed his lips and muttered softly.
"By the way, I didn't ask you to take care of the boy in the carriage. Why did you get here?"
"Why do you always mention him! For three years, you sent people to ask about his condition almost every month." The young man looked at Chu Mengfan dissatisfied.
"What's the matter? Are you jealous?" The man raised his hand and gently stroked the boy's head.
"No, how could I be angry with that kind of person!" the boy retorted.
"Did you send him to Ziyue Pavilion?"
The young man appeared hesitant, but immediately turned into an open-eyed smile, replied:
"I have placed him in the room'well, but he has been asleep, so I found here."
"Then these few days, you should take care of him first! I have something to deal with, and I will see him later.
The young man nodded at him obediently, but there was a deep hatred and jealousy in the corner of his eyes.
The cold air made it difficult for me to even rest, and I kept shaking my body.
"You are still alive!"
The sudden sound made me unable to move for a while. Could it be that I met a ghost? Or did I hallucinate
"Hmph, I thought it was a corpse, it would still move!" There was a weirdness in the words.
My eyes gradually adjusted to the darkness, looking for the source of the sound, only then did I notice a person sitting in the corner with scattered hair on the ground, leaning weakly against the corner.
I stared at him for a long time, until I was sure that the man in front of me was a human and not a ghost, then slowly propped up with my hands and asked:
"who are you?"
"Who am I?" The man laughed wildly, almost overturning this place.
Who is he, why is he here, is he a lunatic
(Dear adults, I am writing for the first time, and the writing is not good. I hope you can show me kindness. If you think the writing is okay, please give me some encouragement. I am here to thank you all first. )