Geng Shu didn't call anyone, just took Jiang Heng's hand and stood on the street watching quietly.
"This street has become smaller." Afterwards, Geng Shu said to Jiang Heng.
Jiang Heng smiled and said, "Because you are small."
Geng Shu nodded.
After a war, the first thing that opened in the city was a sacrificial shop for the souls of the dead. There were too many mourning events. Many civilians had dead soldiers in their homes. sobbing.
Jiang Heng bought some food, and Geng Shu was wearing a black and gold-rimmed Yongguo military uniform. Many stall owners stopped him and closed the stalls instead of doing his business.
"Is there a girl you like?" Jiang Heng asked Geng Shu.
Geng Shu looked in in front of a stall and said, "The little sister in their family is already married, and she doesn't like it, she recognized it when she was five years old."
Jiang Heng saw a girl with a sullen expression, who was guarding the stall, holding a blood-stained wooden sign from a soldier in her hand.
Neither of them greeted her. Geng Shu left his head and went to the market. He bought a little peach blossom candy in front of a blind man selling candy, and fed a piece for Jiang Heng to eat. The rest, carefully wrap up.
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"When my father comes to see him," Geng Shu said, "I will buy this candy for him, maybe because he is blind, and the blind knows that being blind is not easy, so he takes special care of his business. ."
"It's a good place," Jiang Heng said.
"Yes." Geng Shu nodded, "From the age of six, every day, he would hold a wooden tray, tie a rope, hang it around his neck, and go to the market to sell it."
Back then, Nie Qi took Geng Shu and lived in Anyang. Geng Yuan entered the palace and became the piano master of Prince Bi Jie. Nie Qi is self-sufficient and makes wicks at home. Every day, Geng Shu goes to the market to sell wicks along the street. He is bargained for the price, but Geng Shu never answers. It was his mother's hard-earned money.
The limited money was exchanged and handed over to Nie Qi. Nie Qi made clothes for Geng Shu and bought rice and noodles to eat.
Jiang Heng thought of that scene and found it very interesting. The six-year-old Geng Shu held a square wooden plate and walked through the market like a foal with a saddle rope on it. .
"Are you hawking?" Jiang Heng asked.
"Thick-skinned," Geng Shu replied, "I'm embarrassed, I never sell it. But my mother used good cotton to make a wick, and it burned for a long time, and even people in the palace bought her wick. It's just that They don't know, she later mixed poison in the wick, and after the palace bought it, it burned that day, it was pitch black, and everyone was blind."
Her wick is famous far and wide, and people on the set call her "Wick Girl". But she rarely shows up, because she is a widow with a son, an orphan and a widowed mother, and she lives with each other.
Everyone in the neighborhood knew that there was a blind pianist who would come to see the mother and son every ten days, and some people guessed idlely that the child was a runaway, and the wicker girl fell in love with the pianist in the palace.
It wasn't until the blind man killed the big man of the four kingdoms in the palace that the news shocked Quan Anyang and even the whole world. Therefore, everyone knew the blind man's name - Geng Yuan.
Jiang Heng said, "When I heard what you said, I often didn't understand."
"Don't understand what?" Geng Shu and Jiang Heng intertwined their fingers, walked to the end of the street, followed the stone steps of the bluestone slab, and went up to the second level of the mountain.
"I don't understand after Dad died," Jiang Heng said, "why didn't she take you and live."
Geng Shu nodded and said, "I once hated her, but it is cruel for her to leave her alone and live alone."
Jiang Heng said, "But I understood later."
He not only understood his mother, but also understood Nie Qi's choice, understood all the life and death in this world, and understood why she left Geng Shu.
I understand why my mother said, "My mother wanted to take you there with a sword" on the day she left.
" I understand." Geng Shu said to Jiang Heng, lowered his head slightly, and kissed Jiang Heng on the face.
Jiang Heng's face turned red, but Geng Shu was calm and said, "Fortunately, I found you, Heng'er, otherwise it would be too cruel for me in this life."
Jiang Heng said, "Everyone has gone."
After the Geng Yuan incident, Nie Qi knew that it was finally over.
"Don't come in yet," Nie Qi said to the door that day, "Shu'er, don't push the door."
When the whole city was in chaos, after Geng Shu heard the news, he didn't care that the wicks in his hand were not sold out, so he went home quickly. That afternoon, he didn't know that the murderer was his father, and all the people in the market were saying that Liang Guo was finished.
He had to tell his mother about this. He was a little adult, and he had to protect his mother and blind father and take them to a safe place.
Nie Qi tied a white lingerie on the beam, tied it to the white lingerie in his hand, and smiled at his son outside the window, "Don't listen to them making a fuss, it's alright."
Geng Shu was full of doubts, looked at his mother's shadow in the room, and said, "Mother, what are you doing?"
"I didn't do anything," Nie Qi said. "Mother is changing clothes. How much money did you get this morning?"
"Two bucks." Geng Shu replied, "No one buys it, everyone is cleaning up, saying they want to move, shall we move? Where's Dad? I have to find Dad, he is in the palace, he will be fine. !"
"Mother will go to him later." Nie Qi said, "Go and buy some wine, and later, mother will see him, two dollars for wine, just go."
"Oh." Nine-year-old Geng Shu bowed, untied the tie around his neck, and ran to buy wine.
Geng Shu grabbed the wine and opened the door. His mother was already dead. He left him a letter, a sword, and the jade pendant he wore around his neck. He had a heart that he couldn't read and couldn't read.
Now, Geng Shu, who was a senior, brought Jiang Heng back. They passed a house that was in ruins. Green grass had grown on the house, and there were still traces of fire on the broken walls.
"Is it here?" Jiang Heng asked.
"No," Geng Shu said, "it's the butcher's house."
"Butcher?" Jiang Heng asked, "A neighbor?"
"Well." Geng Shu stood outside the door for a while, and took Jiang Heng along the way to the end of Shanyao Alley and pushed open the door. The room was full of dust, and no one had come for more than ten years.
Almost everything in the house was emptied, except for a broken bed. Geng Shu sat down on the edge of the bed and looked up at the beam on which his mother was hanging.
Jiang Heng originally thought he would look at the things that Geng Shu was waiting for, but after so many years, he was already a family member. He knew that at this time, Geng Shu needed to stay quietly, so he wouldn't disturb him. He sat down beside him.
Geng Shu was brought back to a long, long time ago by his memory. He just sat like this, leaning westward day by day, and the afternoon sun shone into the pane and cast a shadow.
The sound suddenly made Geng Shu return to God.
"What?" Geng Shu said.
Jiang Heng knelt on the ground, sneezed, got up and said, "There is a cellar here."
"Well," Geng Shu said, "My mother put something in her life."
Jiang Heng said: "No one should have posted."
There is a piece of wood on the floor of the house that is loose, and the bottom can be opened. The cellar is not big, not five or six steps away. But when I think about it, Geng Shu doesn't know why there is such a cellar at home, maybe it was made by his mother, lest one day, his father misses the assassination, and if someone comes to the door, she will You can let your son hide in it.
Jiang Heng sat cross-legged on the ground, thinking of the cellar of Luo Xuan's house a long time ago, he played with the copper ring twice and decided not to open it.
"Do you want to take a look?" Geng Shu said, "the bottom is full of wine, which is for my father to drink when he comes home. He likes to drink a glass of wine, eat some side dishes made by his mother, and then hold the , play the piano for him. Listen, coax me to sleep."
Jiang Heng was extremely unfamiliar with his father, but from Geng Shu's memories bit by bit, he gradually pieced together the image of his father.
"It's so good." Jiang Heng listened to Geng Shu's memories, as if he had experienced all of this. He was envious and full of regrets.
"... I'm sorry, Heng'er." Geng Shu suddenly came to his senses, Jiang Heng had never experienced everything he recalled, and no one loved him like Nie Qi and Geng Yuan, loved Jiang Heng, from childhood to adulthood , he has been living in loneliness, even though the love Mrs. Zhao gave him, he did not understand when he was young.
"What's the matter." Jiang Heng smiled, "Go down and have a look? Do you want to drink? Go and bring it up for you to drink."
"Go," Geng Shu said, "it's dark down there, you don't know the place."
Geng Shu pulled away the copper ring and walked on based on his memories. He almost didn't enter the cellar, Nie Qi was afraid that he would turn over the wine. The wine jar was placed on the rack, and it was almost drunk, leaving the jar.
Geng Shu raised an altar and found an iron box beside it.
Geng Shu stopped working. In his memory, he didn't seem to have seen this thing in his childhood.
"Be careful not to fall." Jiang Heng said downwards.
"It's okay." Geng Shu opened the iron box and felt the contents inside.
Jiang Heng went and swept the room briefly, clearing a spot, and after walking away, the faint light of the cellar entrance above Geng Shu's head cast.
Geng Shu took out a small oiled paper bag from the iron box. There was a piece of cloth in the bag - glancing at the faint sunlight, mottled with blood.
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Geng Shu unfolded it carefully, looked at the title of the letter, it was "Zhao'er personally opened", he read the two lines of words by the light, took a breath, and put on an expression of disbelief.
"Brother?" Jiang Heng asked from above.
" Come up, let me go." Geng Shu said, and immediately put the oiled paper bag into his arms, his hands trembling.
Jiang Heng couldn't stop sneezing, there was too much dust, Geng Shu brought up the wine and said, "I'm not drinking here, go and see my mother, I found a few cups."
"Okay." Jiang Heng rubbed his nose vigorously.
Geng Shu's face changed obviously, his breathing was short, but when he came up, he sucked a lot of dust, and suddenly started to sneeze. The two brothers sneezed one after another, which made Jiang Heng laugh. Before Shu knew it, tears came out, and I couldn't help laughing.
In the afternoon, north of Anyang City, in front of the cemetery.
Geng Shu poured a glass of wine and sprinkled a glass in front of Nie Qi's tomb. He held a glass and respected Jiang Heng. The two drank.
"This is probably the last time I came back, mother." Geng Shu said.
Jiang Heng said: "Brother, no, we have a chance."
Geng Shu thought for a while, but did not answer Jiang Heng's words, and said to the tombstone, "We have found Heng'er. From now on, we must accompany him well."
Jiang Heng only felt very emotional, his eyes were red, and then he cried out.
He thought about how Geng Shu came up the mountain with his mother's body in his arms that year, dug a place, wrapped her in a straw mat, put it in the soil, and filled it with soil.
Anyang was chaotic that day, and no one would notice a hanging woman who made wicks. Geng Shu didn't even have the money to ask someone to carve a tombstone for her, so he couldn't collect his father's corpse, so he erected a wordless stone tablet for her as a mark.
Afterwards, Geng Yuan's body was hung on the city gate of Anyang, and the corpse was exposed for a month. At the long-disused Geng family ancestral hall in Yuedi, he was leveled by the angry King Zheng, and the bones of his ancestors were whipped.
All this has been going on for fifteen years. One after another news spread to Xundong and Jiang Zhao's ears. She was always indifferent, as if it had nothing to do with her, and raised Jiang Heng.
She did not make him hate anyone when he read the book of sages, even if the only time he mentioned his father, there was only a faint sentence:
"He deserves it."
Geng Shu stretched out his hand and put his arms around Jiang Heng with a smile on his lips. Next, he was going to do a very difficult thing. He didn't know how far they could go. The road ahead was full of thorns, compared to the day they left Xundong. More bumpy.
But at this moment, he finally accepted their fate calmly.
Jiang Hengshang was immersed in the sorrow of more than ten years ago, but Geng Shu said softly: "Heng'er, there is something I want to tell you."
"What?" Jiang Heng calmed down and looked up at Geng Shu.
Geng Shu wanted to stretch his hand into his arms, but a flash of light flashed his eyes, Geng Shu subconsciously changed his hand, holding the hilt of the black sword behind him, his eyes became more and more focused on Jiang Heng, and he turned to his back.
Under the cemetery, an old man dressed in Han clothes walked slowly with hunched shoulders.
He held a cane in his right hand, the cane was gray-black, and Jiang Heng knew what it was made of - the backbone of a dead man.
The left hand holds a small and delicate sword with silver light shining without a scabbard.