Song Zhi just watched Zhang Xiaobai wandering around the cell for most of the day, but he didn't sit on the ground, he just walked around the corner of the cell, occasionally extending his feet to probe the messy pile of straw, but his toes It didn't even touch it, so he quickly shrank back.
So back and forth many times. And he kept complaining, "I'm afraid even ghosts don't want to stay in this place, it's so dirty, there's not even a place to put feet, it stinks to death, there are no mice, it's really disgusting , I almost vomited. There is no light at all, and there is moisture everywhere. If
You stay for one night, it's fine when you're old. No, I can't stay here forever, I don't want to die, I've been wronged, I can't die! "
He babbled on for a long, long time...
Song Zhi is like the spectators at the zoo watching monkeys.
Look at him quietly.
How long will his energy last
Zhang Xiaobai couldn't take it anymore, and pulled the iron chain on the cell door with all his strength.
A crackling sound!
The echoes ooze terror in the dimly lit cell.
It also leaves a chill on the back!
"Let me out, I didn't kill anyone, you can't lock me up, let me out, this is not a place for people to stay at all, even if you don't let me go, hurry up and change my place! Come on, did you hear? No? Come on someone! I don't want to die yet."
Howling loudly.
That is miserable!
The jailers were soon brought in.
The two prison guards walked over fiercely, raised their hands, and slammed hard on the wooden stakes with their big knives.
"Noisy, what's the noise? If you dare to yell here, I'll seal your mouth."
Zhang Xiaobai said, "Two officials sent eldest brother, I really didn't kill anyone, you go and tell Lord Zhuo and ask him to let me out."
"Are you dreaming? Now you are the biggest suspect. Maybe you killed the king, so how could Lord Zhuo let you out?"
"I really didn't kill anyone!"
"Whether there was a murder, we'll know after the investigation is clear." The jailer was a little impatient.
Zhang Xiaobai simply stretched out his hand, grabbed the jailer's clothes directly, and said, "Then you changed my place, I don't want to sleep here, maybe, you can get me a clean quilt and some oil lamps, it's best Get me something to eat."
"What?" the jailer laughed. "Do you think you are the emperor? You need to pay so much attention to being in prison!"
Zhang Xiaobai was aggrieved: "Then... if I don't have a clean quilt, I will die if I sleep here for one night. If you leave me here, don't you mean sending me to death?"
"Why are you so wordy? You're a repeat offender now! It's good for you that you didn't handcuff you with iron chains. If you dare to yell again, I'll see how I'll deal with you." The jailer pretended to pull out the big sword in his hand .
The next moment, Zhang Xiaobai shrank back.
He is very timid! But he has always been white and tender. If he stays here again, he will definitely become a human being and a ghost. Even if he goes out innocently, it is estimated that he will not be a prodigy. Thinking of this, he turned his heart and said to the jailer, "Then... at least give me another one.
cell. "
With a pleading meaning.
"You..." The jailer was helpless.
Song Zhi couldn't see it anymore, got up and walked to the wooden stake in the cell, and said to the jailer, "Brother jailer, if this is the case, I'll exchange with Mr. Zhang, I have a window here."
As soon as he heard it, Zhang Xiaobai said, "I won't change with him, bad luck!"
The jailer scolded him with two eyebrows, "You can't change it if you like it, but there is no other cell for you now."
There are obviously empty cells all around!
Zhang Xiaobai thought about it carefully, and looked at Song Zhi's cell opposite.
Then he gritted his teeth, "Okay."
So the jailer changed the two of them to cells.
Although Zhang Xiaobai was moved to Song Zhi's cell, he still had a look of disgust. Fortunately, there was no smell in the opposite room. It was estimated that Song Zhi had absorbed the stench long ago, and the light also shot in from that window. With a hint of warm breath, the moisture on the ground was barely dissipated.
The jailer asked Zhang Xiaobai, "How is it, Mr. Zhang, is it alright now?"
"Okay!"
Actually not very satisfied, but better than the previous one!
The jailer snorted, pointed at Song Zhi, and said, "Look at Mr. Song, he has been squatting in the cell for several days without a single complaint. You just came in and didn't even have a stick of incense. Live."
Another jailer laughed, "Forget it, let him call. Anyway, Lord Zhuo will give an order soon, and he probably won't have the chance to call again."
"Haha, yes."
The implication is that Lord Zhuo is likely to convict him and behead him.
After the two jailers left.
Zhang Xiaobai's face turned pale.
Song Zhi changed places, and his mentality was very good. He found a place to sit down and said to Zhang Xiaobai opposite, "Young Master Zhang, you should rest for a while."
Zhang Xiaobai gave him a sideways glance and had to find a slightly clean place to sit down.
After a while, he asked Song Zhi, "Aren't you afraid of death?"
"Of course I'm afraid, but people are inherently dead!"
"You're in such a good mood."
"It's not a mentality, and it's just where justice is. Lord Ruozhuo really sentenced me to death. It can only be said that the Lord has perverted the law, and justice does not exist."
Zhang Xiaobai, "I don't know what you're talking about!"
Song Zhi smiled and said nothing.
Zhang Xiaobai snorted and suddenly saw a group of people at his feet.
A line of very fair and elegant handwriting.
Then he read it out, "Sorry, sing, and walk."
He didn't quite understand, so he asked Song Zhi, "You wrote this?"
Song Zhi said, "Well, I wrote it casually, but I forgot to erase it."
"What does it mean?"
"not interesting."
Um
Zhang Xiaobai didn't understand what he meant, but he felt that the man was extremely boring.
So, they both quiet down.
There was only a gust of cold wind rolling freely in the cell.
Zhang Xiaobai didn't seem to like this quiet environment, so he suddenly started a topic, looked at the shadow in the opposite cell, and said, "Song Zhi, you are actually quite talented, but your temper... It's so annoying. "
I don't know if it's a compliment or a derogation.
Song Zhi's face was gentle: "Everyone said that."
"By the way, why did you suddenly stop writing poetry? You came to be a storyteller?"
This…
In fact, many people have asked Song Zhi this question, and every time he is either silent or careless.
It's the same now, he replied with four words: "It's hard to say a word."
"How can you be so hard to say?" Zhang Xiaobai asked, "In the past, you were a great poet in Yiwu, and everyone wanted to make friends with you. If you keep writing, maybe now the holy name has spread throughout Huyi. If you are lucky, you may have already official."
When Song Zhi heard the word "official", his expression settled down. "There are too many accidents in life, and I can't explain anything."