Xie Yilu came earlier than last time, nervously stood on the grassy slope, and Liao Jixiang had already arrived, still wearing the moon-white blouse, with his hair tied up, and the hanging red headband half hanging on his shoulders.
With his back on his back, he was really thin. Xie Yilu walked down gently, like a bird that was afraid of being alone. Liao Jixiang actually knew that he was coming, but he didn't look back. Hearing the footsteps approaching him, he walked along The pattering spring water moves forward.
He was limping badly, and when he walked, his shoulders went up and down, Xie Yilu silently followed, with a distance of three or two steps from him, seeing him walking so hard, he felt a tinge of pity in his heart.
They have already reached the depths of the willow forest, but Liao Jixiang still wants to go in, Xie Yilu is a little uneasy, Liao Jixiang is confused, and suddenly said: "It's a bit remote, but the scenery is good."
He half turned his head, twisted his neck, a small piece of snow-white skin could be seen at the twisted collar, against the light, the eyelashes were thick and fluffy, Xie Yilu was about to speak, when the path turned and a gurgling stream Flowing by the feet, the shadows of the trees are whirling, and the white sunlight hits from between the branches, like pieces of silver that are broken all over the ground.
Xie Yilu was amazed at the beautiful scenery, the greenery and the scattered branches, his eyes turned around, and it was Liao Jixiang's thin back, which was still not inferior in such a beautiful scenery: "Do you often come here? ...Here," he asked, staring at the inadvertently shifting dazzle of light on his lower back, "alone?"
Liao Jixiang didn't look back: "At this time of year," Wen Tun's voice, a little erratic when the wind blows, "one person, sometimes two people."
The slightly bitter sandalwood came again, Xie Yilu couldn't help asking in his heart, who is the other person
Liao Jixiang stopped suddenly, Xie Yilu was unprepared and almost bumped into his back, he didn't know that because of this stop, Liao Jixiang was already worried all the way, he turned around slowly, his exquisite eyes cast on Xie Yilu , touched it, and immediately moved it away: "How... call it?"
The voice was very small, like a feather scratching on the ear, Xie Yilu was a little confused, is this the condescending Da Dang on the stone steps of the Zhebo Temple? His face was as cold as ice at that time, and he was called Ruan Tian hurt the killer: "Thank you..." He blurted out, but stopped again. He knew his name, so why ask
There was a long silence, long enough to hear the sound of new shoots sprouting, so long that Xie Yilu suddenly understood him: "Chunhoe," he said slowly, "Xie Chunhoe."
Only then did Liao Jixiang look over boldly. He was not tall, and looked up slightly: "Yangchun," he pursed his lips, with such unfamiliarity and nervousness, it seemed that he rarely mentioned these two words, "Liao Yangchun."
After finishing speaking, he turned around and continued walking, still limping, but something was different, it seemed that they were really not Xie Yilu and Liao Jixiang, but Xie Chunhoe and Liao Yangchun, the two had no bondage and no past He is so comfortable: "What post do you use to practice calligraphy?" Xie Yilu asked.
""Great Treasure Proverbs"." Liao Jixiang replied quickly, with a certain authenticity in his tone, as if he saw something in the bushes by the roadside, he stopped and stretched out his hand.
A pair of extremely white and slender hands, the sun seems to burn them, Xie Yilu's eyes chased those nimble fingers, they climbed up a small tree bearing red fruits, grabbed a brittle and broken branch, took In his hand, like a girl eating melon seeds, stuffing an unknown fruit into her mouth and crushing it with her teeth.
"You can't get this flavor in Beijing." As he spoke, he picked at the branch, broke off another branch, and handed it to Xie Yilu. Xie Yilu looked at the little girl-like thing and reluctantly took it.
The two of them walked back and forth, not taking two or three steps away, but following each other. Xie Yilu fiddled with the wild fruit and looked through it. The more he looked at it, the more strange he found it. They didn't mention anything about Nanjing. The dwarf pear tree , Qi Wan, the ancestors, all those troubles seemed to have nothing to do with this moment.
Maybe it was too hot to walk, Liao Jixiang took out his folding fan from his arms, Xie Yilu saw from behind, one side was Ni Yunlin's brushwork painting, the other side was cursive script, he had seen many accompanying eunuchs in Beijing, the fan was not green and big The characters in the landscape pavilions are palace-style lacquered flowers and birds. Compared with them, Liao Jixiang is more like a literati.
Thinking about it, he casually picked a red fruit and put it into his mouth. As soon as he bit it, his mouth was filled with sourness.
"Sour?" Liao Jixiang looked back at him, the sun turned into stars and shone brightly on his face, that face seemed unreal, only the peach-colored lips looked real, under the shadow of the triangle tip of the nose, slightly Yes, I smiled.
Xie Yilu felt a little itchy in his throat, and smacked the sour taste in his mouth, the sourness suddenly turned into sweet, so sweet, so sweet, so sweet, he was in a daze when Liao Jixiang asked him: "You have twenty-five?"
Xie Yilu didn't answer, Liao Jixiang felt the hot eyes cast by him, felt uncomfortable, and pursed the corners of his mouth awkwardly, Xie Yilu was surprised that he lost his composure: "Ah, what did you say?"
Liao Jixiang looked at him cautiously, seemed to think for a while, and asked again: "Do you have twenty-five?"
"Twenty-six." Xie Yilu acted as naturally as possible, "I was born in the first month."
Liao Jixiang turned around, Xie Yilu couldn't see his expression, he felt like a cat was scratching his heart, listening to him ask: "You got married?"
"Home is in Beijing," said Xie Yilu, looking lonely when talking about Beijing, "I run it alone."
"We should take her over," Liao Jixiang said in a slightly condescending way, "or..."
He started, but he didn't continue, Xie Yilu took two steps, went up to shoulder to shoulder with him, turned his head, and stared at him like a tacit friend: "Or what?"
Liao Jixiang was very surprised, as can be seen from his twinkling pupils, for too long, no one dared to walk side by side with him, either out of fear or disgust, those people avoided him and threw him away. on high.
"How are you and her?" Liao Jixiang asked, "How often do you communicate with each other?"
There were almost no letters, Xie Yilu thought, and there were only a few exhortations sent back with the family's money: "She can't read."
Liao Jixiang was silent for a moment: "Northern women are more simple, but here are not bad, most of them can talk a few poems, if you..." He hesitated a little, "If you want to ask for it, I will ask someone to find a clean family. "
Is this to help him set up a foreign room? Xie Yilu was surprised, even disgusted, this is how eunuchs communicate? Always thinking of giving some favors, as if if he didn't give anything, people would dismiss him: "I am in your eyes," he said bluntly, "Is it so unbearable to be lonely?"
He was upset, Liao Jixiang didn't expect it, so he didn't make a sound.
Xie Yilu added another sentence: "Do you think that I asked you to come here because I wanted something for you?"
This is too much, Liao Jixiang is a person who is used to flattery, he can't help being sullen: "Isn't it said that a man's heart is settled when he has a woman?" He said coldly, "Others buy concubines first when they arrive in Nanjing! "
Xie Yilu hated his superior and natural attitude, impulsively, he satirized something that should not have been said: "You have been in Nanjing for many years, how many concubines have you bought?"
Liao Jixiang's face froze in an instant, his eyebrows hung up, the blood faded from his lips and cheeks, leaving only a miserable whiteness, Xie Yilu instantly realized that he was not a man, he was a little less than a man.
He stared at Liao Jixiang stupidly, and his face turned pale.
"I'm afraid you'll look down on me," Liao Jixiang said riddled with holes, his voice so soft that it would shatter when the wind blows, "You really look down on me."
Xie Yilu saw that pair of pupils became fierce, and there was a bloodshot red line under the eyelashes. He knew that he was angry, but the broken look seemed to be crying. Xie Yilu felt a pain in his heart: "No, not me… "
Liao Jixiang passed him and walked back along the way he came. He walked in a hurry, and the more he hurried, the more he limped. Xie Yilu felt ashamed and pulled him quickly. Liao Jixiang's legs were not good, so he was stunned Pulled down by him.
Xie Yilu blamed himself for being clumsy, so he leaned over to help him, but Liao Jixiang not only refused to ask him to help him, but even raised his hand and gave him a slap. I was afraid that you would look down on me, and you really looked down on me!
He understood why Liao Jixiang refused to see each other before. He was afraid of being looked down upon. It turned out that the most sad thing about eunuchs is not being looked down upon by others, but the inferiority complex that is branded in his bones and cannot be shaken off for the rest of his life.
"Come on, get up." Xie Yilu insisted on pulling him, grabbing his sleeves and refusing to let go. Liao Jixiang wanted to fight. When the two of them were sawing, a sharp whistle came from the other side of the stream. It was a pair of veterans digging wild vegetables. The beggars were all in tatters, and one of them had a long iron chain tied around his waist. The thick style was rare: "What are you doing in broad daylight!"
Xie Yilu got up from Liao Jixiang's body, and the two beggars smiled and gestured towards him, shouting at Liao Jixiang: "Little cripple, don't make money, he brought you to this kind of place for that purpose!"
The absurd and obscene words echoed empty, it took a long time for Xie Yilu to understand what they meant, without thinking, he picked up stones from the ground and threw them to the opposite bank, but missed.
The two beggars laughed loudly and shouted even more wildly: "Don't smash it, you do what you want, we are not bad!"
Xie Yilu felt that the Tianling Gai was going to be blown away by anger, he rushed to the edge of the stream, stepped in without hesitation, picked up the pebbles in his hand and threw them at them one after another: "Get out! Get out!"
Said it was a stream, the water in the middle was not small, he had to stop when he lost his knee, the two beggars didn't scold him, they just teased Liao Jixiang: "Little cripple, is it the first time, the first time I hurt you to death! "
The two of them yelled as they dug into the woods behind them. Xie Yilu was in a hurry, but when he turned around, he saw a string of big white rocks, leading to the opposite bank sparsely. "Spring hoe!"
Xie Yilu turned his head when he heard the sound, Liao Jixiang had already stood up, near the stream, the stream was slowly cushioning his black satin shoe uppers, was he worried about himself? Xie Yilu stared at him across the glistening stream, with a bit of embarrassment.
"Come back," Liao Jixiang ordered him, "It's just two old hooligans."
He was right, but Xie Yilu couldn't swallow the breath, he was so angry, he couldn't tell if it was them who were angry with hurting others, or himself who was angry with his unscrupulous words, in the end, he came back and stood wet in front of Liao Jixiang.
"Go back." Liao Jixiang walked away sideways. This was a bad meeting, so it’s better to just make up your mind and disappear from the beginning. He squeezed the fingers in his sleeve tightly, with a kind of painful determination. Suddenly, Xie Yilu shouted in the sound of the water: "Because I didn't think you what is the difference!"
The words were thoughtless, without asking, where did the reason come from, but Liao Jixiang understood, he turned around quickly, frowned and looked at him, the guy was holding up the wet straight skirt in embarrassment, and said in a mess: " Because I didn't think you were different, I said the wrong thing... I don't have those things in my eyes, only you."
Liao Jixiang's expression changed again and again. After all the ups and downs settled down, he condensed into a sharp smile: "Heh, I'm lying."
Xie Yilu snatched the white: "The truth!"
Liao Jixiang didn't dare to look at him: "Lies," he turned his back, "You scholars are the best at telling lies."
"Look at me!" Xie Yilu's tone was almost an order.
Liao Jixiang still didn't dare to look, he gritted his teeth and walked straight out. While walking, he anxiously twisted the fan in his hand. He guessed that he wanted Xie Yilu to call him, and sure enough, Xie Yilu did what he wanted: " Why cut down trees!"
Liao Jixiang stopped, paused, and continued walking in suspense.
Xie Yilu was left behind by him, like a lost child, dripping wet and dying: "When is the next time!"
next time? Liao Jixiang laughed at himself, he never thought there would be a next time.
"Three days, three days later, I'll wait for you here!" Xie Yilu completely forgot his original intention, he wanted to end this relationship just by meeting him.
Liao Jixiang stomped his feet angrily, turned his head, his face was not so much ruthless, but more affectionate: "Remember, don't tell anyone what we met."