The dim light shone on the face of the black-haired young man. After hearing this, his straight eyebrows like ink suddenly trembled, but he didn't say anything.
Seeing his reaction, Aunt Susan thought that her words touched the sad soul of the other party. She couldn't help but regret it. patted the back of the head.
More than ten days ago, Aunt Susan, who got up early in the morning and climbed to the attic to prepare for a day of selling, was surprised to find a black-haired young man covered in blood lying on the dusty floor of her house, in a deep coma. Extraordinarily terrifying.
Aunt Susan was very courageous. After confirming that the other party was unconscious, she dragged him to the straw mat and looked at it carefully. From then on, she did not know the person's identity on the person's ill-fitting military uniform and ill-fitting military boots. out of his own judgment.
In those days, the Tianjing capital city was full of gloomy military police and plainclothes of the Royal Intelligence Agency, and the royal family was hunting down the rebellious remnants of the nobles. Aunt Susan thought that the black-haired young man covered in blood on the straw mat must be a nobleman being hunted down.
In the end, it was the corner of the black-haired young man's underwear that was exposed at the waist. As a noble lady of the year, she knew very well the material of the underwear, and only the really wealthy upper-class nobles were eligible to enjoy it.
Today's Aunt Susan seems to have forgotten the tragic tragedy of her family's destruction. She does not have much hatred for His Majesty and the royal family, nor does she have the courage to be involved in aristocratic rebellions and collect fugitives. Her first reaction at that time was to call the police, but at this moment , the unconscious black-haired young man woke up briefly for a split second.
It was at that moment that the squinting eyes revealed an endlessly pitiful weakness, an amiable sincerity and a sincere plea.
I don’t know what kind of hard struggles Aunt Susan went through in her heart at that time. I don’t know if she saw the shadow of her parents in this poor noble fugitive. I don’t know if she remembered that her brother who loved her the most also had such a pair of Qing Dynasty. Cham eyes.
She didn't call the police, she hid him, hid him in the attic of the small courtyard, hid in the dust, fed him porridge and water, scrubbed his body full of miserable wounds, crushed the pills and stuffed it into his mouth until he wakes up.
The black-haired young man's first thank you after waking up made Aunt Susan confirm her guess again. That standard Tianjing aristocrat, no, more accurately, a royal tone, how many years have you not heard it
"The parents of this little guy must be big people."
Aunt Susan was busy in the kitchen downstairs, the kitchen knife made a crisp chopping sound on the plastic cutting board, and mumbled with a hint of annoyance: "But what is the use of aristocrats? You can't eat them, you only know that the tone must be elegant. , but not even a screw."
The cheap green vegetables bought in the vegetable market during the day were cut into pieces by the old kitchen knife, the white porridge thrown into the pot, served with a few slices of ready-to-eat meat, mixed with a spoonful of yellow-brown spice, a steaming pot of hot and attractive The chowder pot of appetite is done.
Aunt Susan clapped her hands proudly, and was about to put the food in the pot on the plate, when she suddenly thought of the pale face of the poor noble in the attic. I took out the black feather chicken nuggets and red oranges that my son had prepared for the weekend, and threw them into the pot.
"I can't be this kind of bad guy anymore, it's not good, and I have to be afraid every day."
While stirring up the food, she wiped the sweat on her forehead and complained to herself.
"Black-feather chicken and red orange are good for nourishing blood. You pick them all out and eat them!"
Aunt Susan viciously threw the small bowl in front of the black-haired young man and said, "Hurry up and take good care of you bitch, and then roll as far as you want."
The black-haired youth held the somewhat hot food bowl and was silent for a long time before slowly picking up the chopsticks and eating in big mouthfuls.
Sweeping away the food in the bowl, he raised his head to look at Aunt Susan, who had been leaning against the pillar, and seemed to want to say something, but he didn't say anything after all. Maybe it was because the food was too hot, and the pair were still a little swollen. The traces of the small eyes sparkled.
"Don't look at me with this puppy's eyes, the remaining half of the chicken is for Paul, don't think I'll cook it for you!"
Aunt Susan snatched the food bowl in annoyance.
The black-haired young man looked at her and laughed innocently.
"But don't be in a hurry to leave recently."
Aunt Susan couldn't stand the clean and harmless smile of this poor nobleman, and she waved the rag in her right hand like a mosquito, as if she wanted to wave the smile away. It ran out, of course, the Joint Defense Office didn't say it, it's gossip on the underworld, the military and police are pulling people everywhere, you have to be careful."
"I'm not from the Federation, so I'm not afraid." The black-haired youth replied.
"Aren't you afraid? If you let the military hold you, a fugitive nobleman, I'm afraid your fate will be much worse than that of the Federal." Aunt Susan said in a rough voice, "Forget it, you can stay here for a while, here. The household registration check has always been lax, and I don’t know how many fugitives are hidden in the four major markets, and you can’t be found for a while.”
"You said it was a distant relative of my family, but..." Aunt Susan frowned and looked at him, and said, "You have to change this accent, this authentic royal accent, alas."
She sighed, took the dishes to wash, and before going downstairs, the rough voice sounded again: "You have to practice life more familiarly, I don't expect you to be able to make money for your mother, but you can't eat your father and mother in the future, always Do you want to learn something about making a living?"
Watching Aunt Susan turn out of the attic like a moving bucket, hearing the sound of heavy footsteps below, and then hearing the familiar and cordial swearing in the kitchen, Xu Le rubbed her black hair, feeling endless in her heart. Warm and grateful.
In the coma, he had many dreams, many nightmares, the most frightening dream was after waking up, being aimed at by the icy muzzles of countless imperial soldiers, the heavy wolf-tooth mecha guarding the periphery, with a cold face on his face. Cao Shi is walking slowly.
He didn't expect that when he woke up, he would be greeted by a bowl of warm porridge, an aunt with a fierce appearance and a warm and kind heart.
This is the greatest luck in life.
He was extremely grateful to this imperial woman named Susan, but on some issues, he had to deceive the other party, acquiesced to the other party's guess, and pretended to be a poor young nobleman wanted by the imperial regime.
The kind Aunt Susan, because of her past and her sympathy, could risk taking in a noble, but she was definitely unwilling to take in a Commonwealth.
After waking up, he found that he was mistaken for an imperial noble, and this misunderstanding was very firm in Aunt's heart. Xu Le also felt a little strange. It was only at this time that he remembered that his imperial language was basically learned from Huaicao's poetry. With the standard royal language and pronunciation of Her Royal Highness, it is difficult not to be misunderstood.
Aunt Susan's son Paul is studying at the Second University. Her daily life is very lonely, so she seems a little nagging, and Xu Le deduced many things from the nagging of her aunt, some of which he used to be around Huaicao Shi. Problems that have been studied but not paid attention to.
In the past, the empire was divided into very strict classes. Royals, nobles, commoners, pariahs, and slaves constituted the layered structure of this deformed society. To distinguish whether a person is a noble or not, there is a method that is not very reliable but widely circulated among the people. , that is to look at the color of the person's hair, the color of the eyeballs, the closer the color of the hair and eyeballs are to black, the more noble the identity of this imperial person.
Xu Le thought of Huai Cao Shi's often squinting dark eyes, and couldn't help frowning.
In the Federal Allure Prison that year, it seemed that the great old man said a vaguely related remark. It was too long to remember, as if the old man said at that time... If you can remove the chip, you can go to the empire and pretend to be royalty
Why? With his full head of black hair and shiny black eyes, or did the old man guess that he could take out the chip on the back of his neck
Xu Le's wrinkled brows gradually stretched, but his eyes narrowed. He slowly moved his body and leaned on the window sill, looking at the moon outside the attic that should be unfamiliar and actually similar to the federal moon.
The sound of the test machine came from the dilapidated courtyard below the attic. The aunt seemed to be playing a large war movie. The metal box hanging at the entrance of the courtyard should be the chip monitoring equipment that the empire distributed to all families for free.
That box never rang.
Xu Le subconsciously reached out and touched the back of his neck. The small wound had already healed. He knew in his heart that it was precisely because the box hadn't rang that Aunt Susan and Paul never doubted that they were from the Federation.
But I am from the Federation, and I always have to leave the land of this empire. What should I do? Xu Le squinted at the moon in a foreign land, and fell into contemplation again, wondering how the empire's search efforts are now? Haven't found themselves for so long, do they think they're dead? No, according to the temperament of that princess, she would not give up one day without finding the body.
This dilapidated and shabby courtyard is considered a good building in this slum, but because it is too close to the crematorium, not many people choose to live here. his mood at the moment.
Xu Le retracted his gaze, shook his head and sat back on the straw mat, dragged a large box out of the corner, picked up those rough tools, and began to seriously assemble a low-quality and cheap pirated video player.
The big problem of escaping from the Empire and returning to the Federation could not be solved for a while, but the most troublesome problem at hand had to be solved first.
"But the bayonet screw is really the wrong model, aunty."
With a bitter face, he looked at the screw that couldn't get into the wire at all, and found that this problem was more troublesome than running away.