Xie Yilu hugged Liao Jixiang carefully, like hugging a golden Buddha statue, Liao Jixiang also hugged him, very obediently, motionless, they had a tacit understanding, Xie Yilu jumped off the big white stone neatly, and lifted Liao Jixiang Auspiciousness was placed on the dry sandy land on the other side of the stream, and the two straightened their robes and walked towards the wild temple in the bamboo forest.
"That is to say," Xie Yilu continued, "Meazza voted for the name of the ancestor earlier than you?"
Liao Jixiang stood shoulder to shoulder with him, and nodded: "The old ancestor has been in power for so many years, and there are only nine of us under his name, which is very rare."
From his words, Xie Yilu can feel that he has affection for his ancestors, the kind of respect and love for his fathers: "Aren't there fewer people under your name than him?"
Liao Jixiang glanced at him suddenly, he looked very sad and didn't speak.
Xie Yilu was hurt by that look. Liao Jixiang would often be silent like this suddenly, as if he had many things in his heart. For a moment, Xie Yilu really wanted to hug him, or just hug him, gently comfort him, let him put his Let go of those worries: "Speaking of it," he turned to a more relaxed chat, "Why do you pick people?"
"Clever," Liao Jixiang thought for a while, then added calmly, "Beautiful."
Xie Yilu stared at him: "Pretty?"
"Choosing eunuchs is like choosing cats and dogs," Liao Jixiang looked back at him with an indifferent and even miserable expression, "If you were, wouldn't you choose a beautiful one?"
He used the word "eunuch", which was obviously self-deprecating, but Xie Yilu felt stung, and opened his mouth empty, Liao Jixiang suddenly laughed, very deliberately and far-fetched: "Or like Yi Shiha, internal fuck (6) Born."
Indeed, none of the eunuchs Xie Yilu had ever seen was ugly. From Zheng Mi to Jintang, from Aliu to Zhang Cai, even if he was old like Qi Wan, he could tell that he was once in his prime. I thought about it, eunuchs are decorations in the hall of the powerful, how can they not be pleasing to the eye.
"Yi Shiha," Xie Yilu tried to restrain himself, and then said, "I really have skills."
"He is the man who walked back from captivity."
"Walk back among the captives", this is an official word, referring to those who were captured by the Mongolian Tartars and fled back from Mobei by themselves. Xie Yilu was surprised and was about to ask carefully when a farmer ran ahead, followed A group of neighbors led a one or two-year-old gray-backed buffalo. Xie Yilu looked in the direction they came from. There was a village shop at the corner of the bamboo forest.
They chanted and worked together to put the buffalo down by the stream. One of them was holding a big mallet to gel the buffalo.
Liao Jixiang immediately turned to Xie Yilu, as if he was about to throw himself into his arms, with a frightened attitude, Xie Yilu opened his arms to him without authorization, with a sincere look of wanting to comfort him.
But Liao Jixiang stopped in front of him, turned his back to the cow, lowered his head tremblingly.
As if the cow knew what was going on right now, it wailed in a mournful voice. Xie Yilu covered Liao Jixiang's head with his wide sleeves, and there was a sound of "boom", the hammer hit the cow's head, and the villagers burst into chatter. Shouting, discussing where to cut the knife.
"They will at least knock it unconscious..." Liao Jixiang said in a low voice, suppressing something.
Xie Yilu heard it, but didn't understand it for a while. Some things need to be realized suddenly, like long incense ash falling from the incense head, or like ice shards snapping off in early spring. He suddenly understood that Liao Jixiang was sober. When you are awake, you can see, hear, and be alive!
People can be so cruel to people... For the first time, Xie Yilu felt the pain on his skin. The one who couldn't stand it seemed to be himself. Jixiang choked up: "Beasts are treated like this..."
He still didn't dare to hug him, but he made a move and grabbed his arm, so rudely, so hard, maybe it hurt, Liao Jixiang looked up at him, and said like crying blood: "See, you are human, I'm a beast."
That arm was very thin, and the voice of that hand was very rough. Xie Yilu grabbed his hand—this time fingers twisted together, flesh against flesh—and hurried towards the village shop ahead.
It was raining from the sky, and it came suddenly without any warning. It was the feathery light rain in spring. It fell softly on the body, like hands clasped together, and it would melt with a slight movement.
Liao Jixiang was limping, but he was struggling to follow him, and the activities behind him were still going on. Such a little rain would not affect the knife, nor would it affect the bull's loss of its immature eggs.
There seems to be a fair today, many people gathered around the village store, Xie Yilu pulled Liao Jixiang under the eaves to shelter him from the rain, and went out to look at the stream by himself, such things are everywhere in spring, gelding cows, horses, pigs, It was over in a while. Those people built a broken bamboo mat on the cow, rinsed their hands in the stream, and walked back in twos and threes.
Xie Yilu turned around and came back to see Liao Jixiang standing under the eaves, looking a little stooped, with his face turned to one side, because those farmers were looking at him with curious eyes.
They didn't have any malicious intentions, Xie Yilu knew it, and he also understood what they were curious about. Liao Jixiang was so different from normal men. He looked proud like an official, but a little more feminine than an official, and his delicate figure was like an actor. But he is less glamorous than an actor, he can only be a scholar, but a scholar is far less cold than him.
He is a eunuch! Xie Yilu's heart ached again, he hurriedly walked towards him, his steps were smooth, but his heart was eager, this eagerness must have been felt by Liao Jixiang, and he looked at him steadily under the thatched eaves.
Xie Yilu didn't stand side by side with him, but leaned towards him from the front, the wide shadow covered him bit by bit, Liao Jixiang looked thinner in the blue-gray shadow, Xie Yilu turned his body to the side and blocked it with his back. Those searching eyes.
"Avoid it, avoid it before we go." He said in a gentle voice.
Liao Jixiang looked at him for a while: "Why..." He was a little timid, as if he didn't know what to say, "Why are you so kind to me?"
Xie Yilu was stunned for a moment, okay, he asked himself, is this all right? It's just a look and a spine, this person is too lacking in warmth, pitifully cold.
"I'm an eunuch," Liao Jixiang enjoyed the moment of comfort under his shadow, but trembled, "I'm still half-crippled, except for three thousand troubles and lifelong loneliness, I..."
"Hush!" Xie Yilu interrupted him, coaxing a child, "Are you afraid of the rain?"
Liao Jixiang shook his head, Xie Yilu laughed: "I'm not afraid," he suddenly grabbed his hand and squeezed it mercilessly, "Let's go, go to worship Buddha."
They walked into the rain curtain together, Liao Jixiang glared at him and shook his hand, because of panic or something, he pulled back, Xie Yilu didn't let him, and grabbed him even tighter, like an arrogant disciple.
The temple is just in front of the village store, less than a mile away. From the other side of the stream, it looks like a tall Buddhist temple. When I get closer, I find that it is just a barren wild temple. There are many broken stones lying around the gate of the temple. Archways and the like were smashed open by ordinary people and used to build houses.
"Sin!" Liao Jixiang sighed, Xie Yilu looked at him secretly, the piety in his eyes seemed to be true, remembering his grand offering at Zhebo Temple last time, Xie Yilu asked flatteringly: "Go in and have a look? "
Liao Jixiang was very surprised, and shook his head without thinking, "I can't make it through."
He was referring to the rubble all over the floor, which was too much for his legs.
Xie Yilu immediately squatted down towards him, clasping his hands behind his back, trying to recite his words.
"What are you doing?" Liao Jixiang panicked for no reason, with a little anger in his panic, "Get up!"
Xie Yilu simply approached him and pulled him towards him: "Hurry up, let people see."
Maybe it was a half-push, or maybe out of interest in Yesi, Liao Jixiang tremblingly climbed onto his back, a spine much wider than his own, this is the real man, full of vitality and steaming.
Xie Yilu supported his leg and weighed his back. He was as light as a feather.
Liao Jixiang didn't like him weighing himself like a cargo, so he blamed him in a low voice: "If you want to memorize it, you can memorize it." Saying this, he got down on his stomach and wrapped his arms around Xie Yilu's neck softly. .
The fragrance of milk, sandalwood, and perhaps other unrecognizable fragrances, Xie Yilu felt so comfortable that he put Liao Jixiang down on the half-collapsed Buddhist temple and watched him kneel on the gravel covered with plaster. While reading scriptures on the board, I still felt my mind was messed up and numb.
Coming out of the wild temple, Xie Yilu looked around, wanting to see where else he could go, but he didn't want to just go back like this, he was reluctant to part with it.
Liao Jixiang did not move at the back, and called him for a long time, "Chunhoe."
Xie Yilu turned his head and saw that he pursed his lips nervously, muttering: "I want to relieve myself."
Come on, Xie Yilu pointed him to a big tree not far ahead, but he turned around in embarrassment and went to the wild grass.
Xie Yilu looked at him strangely, and felt that it was not good to look at him like this. When he wanted to look but did not dare to look, Liao Jixiang squatted down in the grass.
There was a hiss in Xie Yilu's head, as if he had torn the fine silk, and he was dazed. He stared at the piece of wormwood, and saw that Liao Jixiang seemed to be wiping it with something, and straightened his shirt. Son stood up.
Eunuchs are white, Xie Yilu has heard people say that there are two types: full white and half white, half white means only the egg is cut off, and all white... He covered his chest, where there seemed to be countless needles piercing, thin The pain was so dense that he was dizzy.
Liao Jixiang walked towards him, with his neck hanging down, a white silk handkerchief in his hand, as if he was afraid that he would see it, he threw it on the ground in a hurry. Xie Yilu tried to act as natural as possible, as if he didn't see anything, and said with a smile: "Are you tired, let me see the piece in front..."
"I want to wash my hands." Liao Jixiang didn't look up.
It was like an order, Xie Yilu immediately went to the side of the stream, the terrain was high, the stream was under a small ridge, Liao Jixiang couldn't go down.
Xie Yilu went down for him, found a big leaf at random, pulled it off, filled it with water, and walked back with it. Liao Jixiang saw him coming back, and didn't know what he was afraid of, so he backed away again and again. Xie Yilu asked carefully: "Why? gone?"
Liao Jixiang didn't speak, just didn't let him approach, Xie Yilu gave him the leaf: "Water, wash your hands."
The water was dripping, and it would not take long for it to spill out, so Liao Jixiang had to forcefully get close and scoop it up with both hands. At this moment, Xie Yilu smelled a faint smell of urine.
He only gave Liao Jixiang a sympathetic look, and Liao Jixiang couldn't take it anymore after just one look, and retracted his hands as if startled, but Xie Yilu quickly grabbed the handful of water and knocked it all over the ground.
The four hands were wet and clasped together, those fingers were slippery and rubbed against each other, Liao Jixiang pulled his hand several times, Xie Yilu didn't let it go, and said hypocritically while holding it: "Wash, wash..."
Liao Jixiang pulled out his hand vigorously, looked at him in amazement and vigilance, Xie Yilu also felt that he was in a state of embarrassment, and tried to cover it up by explaining: "I want to help you..."
"I want to go back." Liao Jixiang said firmly.
(6) Internal drills: The eunuch organization for wearing armor in the palace of the Ming Dynasty.