At the beginning of Maoshi, the cell leader led Liao Jixiang out of the West Yamen, and outside stood two men from the criminal department, one fat and one thin, who exchanged documents, then took off Liao Jixiang's shackles, put him in a big shackle, and then They drove him with water and fire sticks, and limped him to the fire gate.
In the distance, there were many people gathered under the city wall, most of them were ordinary people. When they saw him coming, they jumped up and shouted. Liao Jixiang had to lower his head, like a criminal fearing crime, and walked towards his end.
What was waiting for him were rotten vegetable leaves and stinky rice bran, hitting his face one by one. Those who were always docile now became ferocious, rushing up like wild beasts, shouting at the top of their lungs: "Eunuch! Extinct! "
There was still saliva, spitting on his face wet and sticky, Liao Jixiang saw Qu Feng among those people, clapping his hands, looking indifferent, no wonder, he thought, it was Yongshe who encouraged the common people to make trouble, suddenly, A chicken was beaten and smashed thickly on the forehead, which confirmed his guess—the common people couldn't afford to throw away such a thing.
"Liao Jixiang chopped down our pear tree and killed our village. He should go to the 18th level of hell!"
When they yelled like this, Liao Jixiang thought it was nothing, the wall fell down and everyone pushed it away. At this time, a person rushed over from nowhere, his eyes went dark, and he hugged him warmly.
The chicken, vegetable leaves, and rice bran were all gone, and Liao Jixiang immediately knew that it was Xie Yilu.
The crowd was quiet for a moment, and then exploded with curses. In contrast to these vicious curses, the two whispered: "Last night... where did you go?" Liao Jixiang asked softly.
"Tu Yao told me that you were leaving this morning, and asked me to make some preparations," Xie Yilu teased him with a smile as usual, "Why, I haven't seen you all night, and you miss me?"
Liao Jixiang hated him a little bit, this fool, if he was here, Tu Yao wouldn't dare to blatantly take him to the bed, but he dared not say that he was trembling.
That pair of shackles was big and heavy, the same as the one Zang Fang had worn, weighing seven and a half catties. Xie Yilu supported it with both hands, and said worriedly: "It's more than two thousand miles away, how can you bear it!"
With a sound of "dong", something hit his back hard. Xie Yilu looked back, and there was a black stone at his feet. Following the direction the stone came from, he looked into the crowd. It boiled over, and danced and cursed: "That eunuch has fallen, and you are still acting like a good boy, how shameless!"
Xie Yilu imagined this situation, he thought he would feel ashamed and painful, but he actually faced it, when it came time to stand up for Liao Jixiang, he seemed to be invincible, it was just that these people were confused and didn't know how he protected him. How clean and precious the person is.
"Leave them alone," he carefully wiped the filth off Liao Jixiang's forehead, "Let's walk our way."
"Xie Chunhoe!" A person came out from the crowd, Xie Yilu looked back, and the one standing angrily was actually Qu Feng.
He stared over in shock, staring at Xie Yilu's hands holding Liao Jixiang's wooden cane, "You actually..." He was a little dazed, his eyes wandered between the two, as if he understood the relationship, but he couldn't believe it, " It turned out to be... an eunuch?"
Xie Yilu smiled: "I've always been an eunuch."
No, in Qu Feng's mind, he never was! He saw Xie Yilu striding his feet so calmly, as if he was going to follow Liao Jixiang.
"Come back!" He suddenly yelled, and after he yelled, he was at a loss again. He remembered that he said, when will Xie Yilu's kindness be repaid to him for the rest of his life, "You turn back now," he took a step forward, "Yong There is a place for you in the society!"
Xie Yilu stopped for a moment, not for some pitiful place, but for Jintang, for a former friendship. Farewell here may be a farewell forever.
"I hope you cherish it!"
These are the last words he left to Qu Feng.
After exiting the Taiping Gate, the common people continued to scold for a long time, until at the foot of Zhongshan Mountain, the talents gradually dispersed. Fat Jiecha raised his head to look at the sky, and wanted to go to the shed in front to drink water, but the thin Jiecha suddenly turned around, Pushed Xie Yilu: "You, get out of here!"
Xie Yilu understood, and took out the prepared silver from his bosom, fifteen taels, and stuffed it into the man's hand: "My lord, please take care of me on the way..."
The thin man knocked off his money and raised his eyebrows: "To tell you the truth, Tu Qianhu told me when I came out, don't make it difficult for you two." He looked Xie Yilu up and down, "But I fucking look down on eunuchs, and even more so." Look down on eunuchs' dogs!"
He slammed Liao Jixiang's shackle and pushed him forward. A pair of cold triangular eyes stared at Xie Yilu, making sure that he didn't follow, and then walked into the shed swaggeringly.
Xie Yilu picked up the silver from the soil, looked up, his Liao Jixiang, who he wished to hold in his palm like a treasure, was thrown out of the shed by those two guys at this moment, dragging a bad leg, thirsty , half squatting in the grass.
He gritted his teeth and stood up straight, boldly going over.
Seeing him coming, the thin man put down the water bowl ferociously, Xie Yilu avoided him, bowed his head and walked around to the other side, and stuffed the money into the fat Jiecha's hand, the fat man took it without saying anything.
Xie Yilu was overjoyed, he hurriedly took out a coin, asked for a bowl of tea, carefully held it to Liao Jixiang, but halfway through, he was overturned by the thin man who stretched out his hand diagonally.
The tea was poured all over his body, Xie Yilu didn't get angry, but took out the money again, before he opened his mouth to ask for tea, the thin solution poorly punched him on the cheek, knocking him down to the ground.
Liao Jixiang's eyes were bursting with fire. He wanted to stand up, but Fat Jie took up a stick and swiped at his calf. He knelt down in response, enduring the pain, and watched the skinny man pounce on Xie Yilu, punching and punching. smashed down.
"Don't hit him!" he shouted, "I let him go!" He clenched his hands into fists in the shackles and struggled desperately, "Don't hit him, he is a scholar!"
The wind blowing from Zhongshan was a little cold, with the muffled sound of fists and fists, and crying like a disconnected line with Liao Jixiang, it took a quarter of an hour before the thin man stopped, and shook his fist from Xie Yilu's body. Get up, give a loud drink, and greet the fat man with a smile: "Let's go, hurry!"
Liao Jixiang couldn't walk fast. They walked for a day from Zhongshan to the nearest Shuima Station. After entering the station, they filled out the paperwork and signed it. The skinny man asked for three dishes, two bowls of rice and a steamed bun. He didn't deserve to be on the table, so he sat under the corner of the table, watching them throw down the steamed buns like a charity dog, and yelled at him to eat.
He wept silently along the way. In the past, he didn't know that there were so many tears in his eyes. When he met Xie Yilu, he broke the embankment. Now that person is not by his side, he seems to have no strength to live. Looking at the white steamed buns smeared with mud at his feet, he suddenly heard someone shouting from outside: "Mother, I'm so scared to death!"
Everyone in the room looked out, and the thin man slammed the table violently, cursing, "Damn it, the ghost is still here!"
Liao Jixiang shuddered and looked over. A big man with blood all over his face came in holding onto the door frame. His face was covered with scars, and the blood on the left brow bone swelled to cover his eyelids. Liao Jixiang didn't dare to imagine. , How did he survive this journey
The guy looked around the room dully, and slowly walked towards Liao Jixiang.
"Chunhoe..." Liao Jixiang choked up and cried, "Don't follow me anymore!"
The steamed bun was picked up from the ground, and the dust was patted off: "Dude," Xie Yilu took out a few pennies from his pocket, "a bowl of plain rice."
As he spoke, he wolfed down the steamed buns, and when the rice was served, he held it in one hand and the chopsticks in the other, and with his injured hand trembling, he pinched the rice to Liao Jixiang's mouth.
Liao Jixiang gulped it down, but couldn't taste it at all, because the rice was mixed with tears, and his mouth was full of astringent and salty taste.
The lean man slapped the chopsticks down and wanted to make trouble again, this time the fat man gave him a hand and shook his head: "Forget it," he picked up the food for him, "don't make things difficult for the good man."
nice guy? The thin man couldn't figure it out, how could a good man willingly serve a wicked eunuch!
After dinner, it was getting late, they drove Liao Jixiang into the house, this water horse post was pitifully small, there was nothing in the house except a plank bed and a pair of tables and chairs.
Of course the bed was free, Liao Jixiang was placed in the corner, the fat man was about to blow the lamp after packing up, when Xie Yilu knocked on the door and came in with a basin of hot water in his hand.
The thin man immediately got up from the bed, stepped on the edge of the bed, and stared at him arrogantly. Xie Yilu was very obedient, and brought the hot water to him without hesitation, and put it under his feet impartially.
Happy to lose weight, he proudly raised his neck, slowly put his feet into the basin, and snorted comfortably. Taking advantage of this time, Xie Yilu turned around and went out, dragging in a large handful of straw from outside. In the astonished eyes, there are layers of cushions under Liao Jixiang.
"Hey, you..." Without waiting for the lesson, Xie Yilu went out and brought another pot of hot water, which was for the fat man. After washing them all, he squatted safely in Liao In front of Jixiang, he looked eagerly.
"Let me see," he took off his straw sandals, and sure enough, there were several blood blisters on his toes, "bear with it," he said, "it will be fine once it is hardened."
Liao Jixiang touched his face lightly, it was bloody, and it hurt his heart to see it, the pain was worse than the arrow that hit Gansu's knee: "When I was good, you didn't shine, I was defeated, but you..."
Xie Yilu rubbed the corner of his mouth with his fingertips: "Don't be afraid," he stroked his hair carefully, even if he was a prisoner, he wanted him to be decent and clean, "As long as two people are together, there is nothing to be afraid of."
Is this fear? Liao Jixiang couldn't tell. He just felt like a hand was stirring in his heart, making him at a loss as to what to do.
"How good it is now," Xie Yilu looked at him and smiled, and the wound on his face tightened when he smiled, "Together day and night, we don't have to be afraid of people watching."
Liao Jixiang felt that he was so soft that he was about to melt, melted in his "sweet talk", as if no one else was there, he actually stuck out his tongue, like a cat, and licked the wound on his face one by one.
Seeing it from the side, the two assistants were stunned at first, then their eyes widened in fright, and they looked at each other in panic.
"Did you urinate?" Xie Yilu asked, Liao Jixiang immediately shook his head nervously, he probably hadn't urinated in a day, Xie Yilu slowly stroked his back, "Don't hold back, I'm here."
After the two messengers washed their feet, Xie Yilu picked up the basin and went out. After a while, he came back with a basin of water. This time it finally belonged to Liao Jixiang. He didn't feel it was hot, so he dared to put his whole foot in the water, from toe to ankle, to wash him little by little. Although those white feet were no longer the Governor of the Weaving Bureau, they were still comfortable to iron.
"Soak your feet, it will be easier to walk tomorrow." As he said, Xie Yilu wiped his feet with the hem of his clothes, wiped them clean, held them in his arms, and reached into his trousers to rub his calves.
"You wash up too..." Liao Jixiang was probably tired, squinting his eyes, and said lazily, "Good sleep..."
Xie Yilu waited for him to fall asleep before he struggled to get up, took the basin of cold water, and sat down on the chair. The two men on the opposite bed were already lying down, one in the other and the other out, their heads upside down sleep.
A lamp on the table was like a bean lamp, flickering and dimmed. He blew out the lamp with a "pop". In the pure darkness, he frowned in pain, took off his shoes and socks, and stretched his feet into the cold water.
After dipping casually, he wiped his feet, walked up to Liao Jixiang in the dark, tiptoed and sat down next to him, and then hugged him from behind. He lifted a corner of the big flail and carried it on his shoulders. Turning around, he refused blankly, Xie Yilu hurriedly comforted in a low voice: "It's me, it's okay, it's me..."
Liao Jixiang stopped moving, probably because the weight on his neck had lightened, he snorted comfortably, and fell into a deep sleep.
Xie Yilu also wanted to sleep, but he couldn't sleep, his body hurt and his shoulders were so heavy that he couldn't breathe, but he didn't dare to move, for fear that if he moved, he would wake up the person in his arms.
The plank bed over there swayed, and a person came down. It looked like a fat man in silhouette. He stood for a while, lifted the chair and moved it to the corner, moved it to Xie Yilu's side, put the corner of the shackle off his shoulder, and propped it on the back of the chair. , didn't say anything, and went back.