Xie Yilu was carrying a luggage roll on his back, and was wearing common clothes, waiting anxiously at the gate of the West Yamen. Tu Yao came out in a hurry, and the first sentence he saw was: "Why are you back!"
Without waiting for Xie Yilu to speak, he covered his head with his sleeves, dragged him into the courtyard, led him towards the prison, and said, "Zheng Mi is going to take your life!"
Regarding his own life, Xie Yilu should be nervous, at least ask, but he turned a deaf ear to it: "It is said that Liao Jixiang is locked up here, I..." He really couldn't think of an excuse, "I want to see, you can do it A convenient... ”
Tu Yao didn't talk nonsense with him, and said directly: "It's just ahead."
He took him to the death row of the Ministry of Criminal Justice in Nanjing, where all criminals waiting to be beheaded and so-called "important criminals" were locked up. In fact, they were some literati who had offended Zheng Mian. The cell was short, dark and foul-smelling, mixed with the smell of feces and rotten wounds. The aisle was damp and cold, and there was the sound of chains mopping the floor from time to time in the black cages on both sides. Xie Yilu followed Tu Yao closely, walking with one foot deep and one foot shallow. : "Those people from the Weaving Bureau..."
"They're all dead," said Tu Yao, who carried the lamp for him in front of him. "They were all buried in the west of the city, below Liao Jixiang. Only Meazza and the two firemen survived."
"What about Meazza?"
"I was going to be arrested, but Liao Jixiang took out a copy of his certificate (10) and let him go." Tu Yao seemed to be feeling emotional, "It was done in the Zhebo Temple five years ago, and Meazza himself have no idea."
Xie Yilu is not surprised, this is what Liao Jixiang would do, he is extraordinarily meticulous about the people he cares about, like spring rain, moistening things silently.
"Is it over in Zhejiang?" Tu Yao turned to ask him.
Xie Yilu shook his head: "I ran back by myself." Tu Yao immediately looked back at him from the flickering lights, he could only laugh at himself, "I resigned, and all the official robes and hats were thrown in Shaoxing."
Tu Yao didn't say anything else, this kid was for Liao Jixiang, he knew it.
When we arrived at the place ahead, an iron cage at the corner of the aisle had a strong sour smell. Xie Yilu couldn't help covering his mouth and nose, and Tu Yao said to him: "I also found someone to scrub him, but he seemed to be lost." Like the Lord's dog, no one is allowed to come close."
Hanging the oil lamp on the iron hook protruding from the cage, Tu Yao took a step back and hid in the shadows.
Xie Yilu didn't care whether he was there or not, and went to the cage, bent over to look inside, searched around in the dark, and saw a figure facing the wall in the corner, sitting with long hair loose.
"Nursing spring?" Xie Yilu called tentatively.
The people inside didn't move, Xie Yilu turned his head to look at Tu Yao, Tu Yao nodded at him, Xie Yilu was determined: "Nursing spring!"
This time the person moved, made a slight move, looked back, only took one look, and then turned back again.
"Yangchun?" Xie Yilu grabbed the railing with both hands and shook it, "It's me!"
The people inside didn't answer, but Xie Yilu could see through the dim light above his head that even though he was depressed, his shoulders were trembling: "Are you still angry with me?" He gave himself a soft mouth , "I admit my mistake, and I will never be angry with you again."
This is simply a love story, and I don't know if it is panic or what, the person inside hastily denied: "You have found the wrong person, why don't you go!"
How could Xie Yilu find the wrong thing, it was this voice, hoarse and lingering, calling his name over and over again on the bed: "Don't be afraid, I've left everything behind, just you!"
Liao Jixiang turned his head back, stared at him in disbelief, smacked his lips miserably, but still said: "You've got the wrong person!"
He didn't dare to think that Xie Yilu would come, so he was flustered. Liao Jixiang was uneasy. Mea Zha told him that Xie Yilu was using him, and when he had enough fun, he would kick him away, but That fool, like a moth, came to pounce on his raging fire!
Tu Yao couldn't stand it any longer, and came up to Xie Yilu: "You go back first, and tomorrow..."
"No!" Xie Yilu slammed him away, "I won't leave!"
Tu Yao also got angry, and pulled him out by the back of his neck. Xie Yilu clung to the railing tightly, and shouted as he struggled, "He lived to see me. Now that he sees me, I have to watch." he!"
Tu Yao let go of his hand suddenly, that's right, so many people died because of Liao Jixiang, he lived only for today's sight, seeing, what else in this world can keep him
Xie Yilu leaned his face against the railing, and said in an idiotic way: "We said, we want to be good in this life, in the next life, and in the next life, have you forgotten?"
Liao Jixiang didn't answer him.
"The year is full of cold and long-lasting, the wind and the rain are lingering, even though the cloud is full of emotions, can you fix the chaotic place?" This is a poem he once wrote to him. At that time, Liao Jixiang wrote back: Xia Yue forgets the scorching heat, so lovely Drinking wine and chess game, why should the wind and rain come together, disrupting a few clusters of fresh green. Xie Yilu asked earnestly, "Do you still remember?"
Liao Jixiang remained silent.
"When we were together, that peach blossom forest, that very sour red fruit, that stream, the white stones in the sun, I made you laugh..."
"Enough!" Liao Jixiang stood up and walked towards him staggeringly. Xie Yilu looked up at him, stubbornly refusing to stop, "The melon seeds are hidden in the pointed shell, and my sister peeled them to send to my lover. Sister Daolang, melon seeds Ren Shang…”
"Shut up!" Liao Jixiang looked around in horror. Those iron cages, those spectators in the dark, had no faces but breathed hotly. Even Tu Yao could tell that he was afraid.
Xie Yilu lowered his head aggrievedly, and secretly wiped his tears: "I can shut up," he said in a muffled voice, "as long as you live, remember me..."
"Hush!" Liao Jixiang took a step forward, the light of the oil lamp was hitting his face, his lips were chapped like a Bodhisattva, and his pair of exquisite eyes were red and swollen, "In case it gets out..." He said cautiously, softly, "what would you do!"
God! Tu Yao held his breath in the shadows, no, holding it was not enough, he put his fist on his mouth and bit it tightly, and barely managed to hold back his sobs, at this moment, Liao Jixiang still thought that it was all about Xie Yilu!
"Liao Jixiang!" Xie Yilu called his name angrily, "Why don't you understand that if you are here today, I will accompany you all day, even if we die, we will die together in a group!"
Tu Yao's tears came down, he hurriedly wiped them with his sleeve, Liao Jixiang cried harder than him in the cage, like a piece of frozen ice finally melted, scattered, so much water.
Xie Yilu stretched out his arms towards the cage, palms up, fingers spread wide, in an instant, Liao Jixiang fell into his arms, his pointed chin sank into his palms, waiting pitifully for him to comfort him.
Xie Yilu gently wiped his tears: "Don't let me worry about it, okay?"
Liao Jixiang nodded obediently.
Xie Yilu stroked his hair again: "You stink, let's scrub, shall we?"
Liao Jixiang nodded again, Xie Yilu turned back to look at Tu Yao, without him needing to speak, Tu Yao had already pulled out his saber, and slapped the iron cage beside him with the scabbard, after three beeps, he heard footsteps hurrying this way run.
So dirty, Xie Yilu still hugged Liao Jixiang and kissed him on his blue eyelids. Liao Jixiang was embarrassed and dodged a little, but he didn't see the fear he had before. He was happy in his heart. But like a spring breeze.
The jailer holding the key ran over, nodded and bowed to Tu Yao.
"Open the door," Tu Yao said aloofly, "Bring some hot water."
The jailer opened Liao Jixiang's door, and respectfully invited Xie Yilu to enter, a cramped iron prison, because of this pair of lovers, it looked shining.
The hot water was delivered quickly, and there were few wooden basins, but there was an endless stream. Tu Yao didn't say to go, just watched in the dark, watching Liao Jixiang undressing in the corner, a vague white shadow, caught Xie Yilu carefully covered his back, the sound of dripping water came, and they whispered intimate words, turning the west yamen into a small courtyard in three alleys.
Liao Jixiang came back to life, and Tu Yao saw him like a wintersweet in Xiaoyangchun, with branches stretched out and flowers in full bloom. Xie Yilu, as he promised, stayed with him every day, not coming in the morning and leaving at night, but relying on Tu Yao He spread out his luggage and slept outside Liao Jixiang's prison every night.
On the evening of the tenth day, Xie Yilu had just watched Liao Jixiang eat a large bowl of water-sliding noodles, when Tu Yao came, as if he had something to say, but he didn't say anything to his face. When a jailer came to pack the roll of broken luggage, Liao Jixiang felt that something was wrong, so he asked, "Where are you taking it?"
The jailer didn't answer.
Liao Jixiang asked again: "Who called it?"
The jailer looked up at him. He knew the dirty things about the eunuch and the poor scholar, so he said coldly, "Tu Qianhu."
Liao Jixiang didn't ask any more questions. He was relieved of Tu Yao's arrangement, but when he waited and waited, Xie Yilu was nowhere to be seen. The key opened his lock, is he going to be punished? This was Liao Jixiang's first thought, but it was wrong. There was no one who read the paperwork. The jailer came in, grabbed his wrists and put iron cuffs on him. With fear.
The jailer led him like a dog. He was lame and struggled to follow. The west yamen was not big. He was brought to the back of the yamen, in front of a large room. The jailer turned around and unchained him. He took the opportunity to ask: "Whose house?"
The jailer laughed, obscenely and mockingly, and said nothing
Liao Jixiang was pushed in, and as soon as he entered, the door closed behind him, and then there was a sound of locking.
The furnishings in the room were simple, with the style of a warrior. Liao Jixiang roughly circled around and sat down on the big beech chair under the east wall. The handcuffs on his hands were cold, and he shrunk his shoulders and remained motionless.
There was no sound of clappers in this room, probably just after midnight, the door was locked, and after a few vague conversations, the door opened, and Tu Yao came in, wearing a different flying fish suit from the daytime, as if he had drunk a lot The wine has a spicy taste on it.
Liao Jixiang looked at him, but didn't get up.
Tu Yao walked straight towards him, seemed very cramped, stood in front of him stupidly for a while, did not stop doing anything, bent down with the strength of alcohol, and picked him up like a woman.
Liao Jixiang was so calm that he didn't say a word at this time, and there was not even a trace of emotion on his face. It wasn't until Tu Yao put him in the middle of the big bed that he cursed bitterly: "You dog!"
Tu Yao watched him enthusiastically: "I just want to spend the night with you." He took off his coat, blushed and climbed onto the bed, grabbing Liao Jixiang's hands rashly, "You will leave early tomorrow morning."
Sure enough, this sentence made Liao Jixiang not move, and stared at him inquiringly.
"Zheng Mi found me in the morning." Tu Yao played with his fingers, trying to please him, "He said he would take you to Beijing."
Liao Jixiang was obviously dissatisfied with this answer, so Tu Yao had no choice but to continue to reveal: "He said that when he reaches Beijing, Qi Wan will not be able to kill you."
Liao Jixiang immediately asked: "Qi Wan asked Zheng Mi to kill me here?"
Tu Yao smiled, as a tacit consent, half lying down, and eagerly pulled him on his body: "Why are you in Beijing?" He looked at him fascinated, "Qi Wan can't kill you?"
Liao Jixiang didn't fall with him, but suppressed his anger and turned his face away: "I don't want to, you can't do it."
Tu Yao's face turned cold, as if the new clothes and the spirits he poured were all superfluous: "I know," he became depressed, "in your eyes, only Xie Yilu is a real man !"
Liao Jixiang did not deny it.
Tu Yao sat up and tried to hug him in vain, but was pushed away by Liao Jixiang in disgust. He was a little at a loss, and faced the dilemma awkwardly: "I can't compare with him," this is what he said in his heart, "Compared to him , I’m like a eunuch,” he pointed at his crotch, “not here,” he grabbed Liao Jixiang’s fist and beat his heart, “it’s here!” he repeated, “it’s here!”
Liao Jixiang remained indifferent.
Tu Yao even wanted to just stick his head on his knee, crying like a child, but he held back, because he knew that this was someone else's Bodhisattva, not his.
(10) Degree ultimatum: The identity certificate issued by the government to monks. The punishments of the past dynasties were more lenient to monks, so fugitives often shaved ordained as monks to avoid being hunted down.