smell
Ji Yunshu even twisted his nose to smell it on himself.
Jing Rong is a sincere master, leaning over and rubbing her nose hard against her.
She shrank her shoulders and took two steps back.
"I didn't let you smell like that."
"If you don't smell like this, how do you know if you smell?"
He spoke very seriously.
Again with a nasty ruffian.
The peach blossom eyes seemed to pierce Ji Yunshu through a hole.
It made her a little uncomfortable, so she walked forward quickly, unwilling to pay attention to him.
Jing Rong chased after a few steps, leaned her body halfway, next to her small and thin shoulder, and said, "Yunshu, Yunshu, you have a smell on your body, but that smell is neither salty nor bland nor turbid. I don't know, what is it? It's like... a woman's fragrance."
puff-
Ji Yunshu almost didn't vomit blood, and gave him a ruthless look
Then, he stretched out ten plain fingers, flipped back and forth in front of him a few times, raised his clear and clean eyes, and met Jingrong's evil gaze.
"I guessed wrong, it's not the scent of a woman, but the smell of corpse. After I touched the body of Master Zhang, it seems that I haven't had time to wash my hands. You might as well smell it carefully to see if it's the smell of corpse."
While speaking, she brought her hands to the tip of Jing Rong's nose.
Jing Rong's face was full of disgust, and he immediately bounced off as if stepping on dog shit.
"Ji Yunshu, you are deliberately disgusting this king."
"You are obviously disgusting me, what kind of woman is fragrant? You really should ask Mo Ruo to treat it."
"… "
Speechless!
At this moment, Jing Rong wanted to strangle her to death, but the thought just flashed by. After all, after a long night, this woman was her own sleeping pill!
Ji Yunshu frowned and whispered again, "Actually, I don't blame you for not smelling it. After all... you're not a cat."
After speaking, he walked forward quickly.
behind-
"Hey, hey, Ji Yunshu, you made it clear to this king that this king was not a cat, but a dragon!"
I am a dragon!
I am a dragon!
Is the real dragon any good
Hearing this, Ji Yunshu snickered.
Sometimes, Jing Rong is cuter than Wei Yi!
Not long after, the two arrived at the appeasement prison!
When entering, Ji Yunshu did not let Jingrong follow, and went to see Zhan Mo alone.
The humidity inside the prison was very heavy, and there was a foul and stuffy smell, which was very unpleasant.
She frowned, frowning.
Looking at the woman in the cell sitting on the ground, with her back against the cold wall, the costume on her body was beaten with many holes, and bloodstains were seeping one after another.
Ji Yunshu squatted in front of her, landed on one knee, stretched out his hand, and pinched her cheek, the strength on his fingertips was neither light nor heavy.
But he forced her to meet his gaze.
Zhan Mo's pale face was still covered with oil paint that had not been washed by the jailer, sticking to his face like a slurry.
Her eyes were empty and weak, and the corners of her mouth were a little bit of a smile.
But it's so bitter!
She asked, "Are you here to save me?"
"no!"
concise
"Then what do you want to know?"
Ji Yunshu said in a flat tone, "See what you want to tell me."
interesting!
"Answer?" Zhan Mo's tone was weak!
"I didn't come for answers, but for the process."
"Process?" She blinked.
Ji Yunshu's hand grabbed her jaw so she couldn't break free, and her white lips cracked into a smile again, and said, "In the court, the young master said, let me wait for you here, and then put everything in order. Tell you, okay, I'll tell you."
Words fall!
Ji Yunshu let go of her.
Zhan Mo's head leaned back weakly, leaning against the wall, his slightly squinted eyes, with a hint of incomprehensible emotion.
"It's been a long time, it's been a long time..."
Her voice was so thin that if you didn't listen carefully, you wouldn't be able to hear it.
Ji Yunshu did not interrupt her and wanted to continue listening.
I just heard Zhan Mo say, "My mother said that I was born in a mass grave, and I have been dependent on my mother since I was a child. When she was five years old, she died, so she had to sell me into an apprenticeship in an opera troupe. If I can find food and clothing, I will stay here for 20 years. Nancheng Xi Zhuang is like a dream. Over the years, I have sung countless "Zhuangren Dreams", but sir, you know "Zhuangren Dreams" "The story?"
Ji Yunshu nodded, "The story of the bitter cold."
"Well, it's the story of the bitter cold people. The bitter cold people who were born in a wealthy family fell in love with the master of the wealthy family, and finally got pregnant, but was beaten to death by the lady of the house, and then they were thrown into the mass grave, okay. Here, the person survived, and the child was born, this story is poignant and desolate."
Saying this, tears fell from the corners of Zhan Mo's eyes.
Ji Yunshu is still listening carefully!
There was always a smile on the corner of Zhan Mo's lips, she looked at Ji Yunshu.
"Sir, can you understand the pain that you can only rely on the medicine jar to raise from the moment you were born? Can you understand the pain of wanting to die but not being able to die?" He shook his head slightly, "No, how could you? Do you understand? I have been taking medicine for 25 years, and I dare not break it. Fortunately, God has given me a golden voice. Over the years, I have sung countless operas, and sang "Zhuangren's Dream" countless times. Repeating my mother's way, every time I sing a sentence, it hurts my heart.
I know very well that I can't have both fish and bear's paw. God gave me a golden voice, but it deprived me of the right to live. I can't touch Fushen when I am sick, but taking Fushen can make my voice better. For the sake of To become famous, I chose to take Fushen, and finally, a month ago, Zhang Mansion sent a post, Chengnan Opera House was invited to sing in the mansion, I know, my chance has come, I also know that it will be my last time to sing "Dream of Zhuangren", from now on, there will be no more "Dream of Zhuangren", and my mother's story is finally over, I don't have to go back to the dream again and again, it's good. "
Relieve!
Zhan Mo tilted his head and looked at a small window on the side wall. The corner of the light came in and split into streaks of light.
Sprinkled on the damp straw in the cell, lingering with a faint white mist.
She slowly raised her hand, her slender fingers spread out, and when they met the light, they curled slowly, trying to grab it, but the hazy light penetrated her the moment she clenched her fist. Her skin, like a handful of flowing yellow sand, leaked out from her fingers.
Nothing left!
Then, she took a deep breath.
"But... why didn't she die?" Zhan Mo said.
There was still unwillingness in his eyes.
she? Who is she
Ji Yunshu stood up and looked down at the scarred woman.
And told her, "Don't worry, the "Zhuangren Dream" you have sung for so many years will definitely have the best ending, and it will definitely be the ending you expect."
She raised her head, looked at Ji Yunshu, and said "thank you".
He asked again, "Sir, can you do me one more favor?"
"you say."
"I have a smoker, which was left to me by my mother before she died. If I die, please tell the people in Chengnan Xizhuang and let them bury the smoker in the loess with me."
"Okay."
Ji Yunshu said nothing, turned and left.
In the cell, Zhan Mo's eyes slammed together, and the hand that had been clenching his fist loosened little by little...