The boy took Zhang Wei and them to the cellar of the church.

When he opened the splint and walked into the cellar, Zhang Wei smelled some strange smells, he opened his eyes, looked at the environment of the cellar, and felt something strange in his heart.

The cellar was dark, and the light that came in through the plywood could only see the jumbled furnishings and some figures walking around.

The boy lit the oil lamp, and the man carrying Zhang Wei on his back paused visibly.

The figures moving around turned out to be all disheveled young women, wearing clothes and makeup on their faces, all revealing those charming styles.

The man lowered his head, thought of Zhang Wei on his back, and quickly came back to his senses, called a woman nearby, and put Zhang Wei on the bed with his eyes closed.

"Get some water," the man said to the woman who got up.

After waiting for a while, I saw that the women were just standing there and not moving.

"Go quickly" The man had already seen that the gauze on Zhang Wei's abdomen had seeped out a large pool of blood, and he couldn't help but cry out urgently.

This sound woke up the woman who was losing her mind, or the woman was suddenly like that, she put on a dress and went out to fetch water, but the other women looked at him very unhappily, singing and harmonizing, and said in a weird way: "Yo, there is still a little temper!"

"The Master of Triumph"

"Oh, Lao Tzu worked hard and blocked the little devil's guns and bullets. Protecting Nanjing, protecting you women, can't you be more tempered?"

"It's right for a woman to drill a rat hole to save her life, what kind of thing is a soldier hiding here?"

"yes"

"That's it, bastard!"

Zhang Wei heard the words of these women, and also felt the man's trembling hands with excitement.

The sadness in the man's eyes was a little heavier, but he had nothing to refute, he could only take a few deep breaths, pretended not to hear what they said, and asked, "Are there scissors?"

The women were angry in their hearts, pretending not to know, and no one wanted to get scissors.

In the end, a woman dressed in green and red handed him a pair of scissors.

"Thank you" The man took the scissors, didn't dare to look at the woman, and thanked him.

The man used a knife to cut the gauze on Zhang Wei's stomach, revealing the shocking sore, because of the movement just now, the muscles that had been a little contracted were directly cracked, and the internal organs inside could be vaguely seen, and a intestine protruded from the hole.

All the women turned away in disgust, and the man frowned, feeling that something was wrong, but he couldn't say it for a while.

Just then, the woman came in with water, and he casually pressed the wound in with gauze.

Then he took a piece of clothing from the bed and prepared to put it on Zhang Wei's head.

"Got my clothes dirty, what are you doing? ”

But caught off guard, a woman rushed over and pushed Zhang Wei's head.

"Poof~" Zhang Wei spurted out another mouthful of blood, his eyes opened, and there was a cold cold front in his eyes.

Originally, he wanted to be less unique, but this night, he vomited blood like this, and his body couldn't stand it no matter how strong he was.

"What are you doing" The man didn't notice Zhang Wei's eyes, shouted angrily, and glared at the woman fiercely.

The woman was shocked and a little scared, but she said: "There is a kind of devil who fights, and the devil is searching for soldiers in the whole city, and you are still arching here." ”

Another woman also helped: "There are more than a dozen girls in the church, do you know?" ”

The man's anger was once again suppressed by reason, and he exhaled twice.

"Ah, are you awake?" the woman who had carried the water was the first to see him.

Zhang Wei turned his head sideways, a very young woman in the dust, and her appearance was only fifteen or six at most.

Small and delicate, with a peach-like face and a pair of smiling eyes.

is an innocent age, but at the moment, her face is covered with thick makeup, and the strong smell of rouge on her body is so smoked that people can't see her original appearance.

Forget it, they're just poor people in this society.

The cold front in Zhang Wei's eyes retracted and returned to his previous calm.

He nodded slightly at the woman who was looking at him curiously, and gestured.

"Urayu, how do you feel?" the man asked.

It's nothing, it hurts, you guys are noisy.

Zhang Wei thought so, his throat was like being burned by fire, his body was hurting everywhere, he couldn't exert his strength, due to blood loss, the blood supply to his head was insufficient, he had begun to lack oxygen, and his consciousness was a little blurred.

The man saw Zhang Wei close his eyes again, looking weak and painful, sighed, carefully dragged his head, took the helmet of the last comrade-in-arms from his head, dipped it in water with a cloth, and began to wipe the dust on his face.

Delicate and dexterous facial features, like an artist carefully carved, the face is like a beautiful jade, as if it is natural, because of excessive blood loss, his face is abnormally white, even his lips are no longer bloody, and the handsomeness is strangely enchanting.

Hey, the man's hand couldn't help but pause, although he saved Zhang Wei back in the past few days, but at that time he really didn't take a serious look at his appearance, he only knew that this baby should be quite handsome, but he didn't expect it to be so handsome that he also felt beautiful.

Fortunately, he brought him back, otherwise such a child who did not look like a human being, just like that, was buried in such a dirty and cold place, and it felt like a sin to think about it.

It's a pity that he won't live for a few days after all, how can God endure such cruelty.

"Ah, you look so good" was still the girl who was carrying the water, and she was surprised when she saw Zhang Wei's appearance.

Several women next to him also came over curiously, looked at it, and couldn't help but exclaim:

"Oh, it's really dripping, this baby is so beautiful. It's like a porcelain doll. ”

"Cardamom, your vision is not bad!"

"I mean, he looks like my brother," the girl who was carrying the water, squatting on the side of the bed, looked at Zhang Weidao.

"Oops, Cardamom misses men. A woman behind laughed.

"Really, really like my brother. Cardamom said again.

"Less, Cardamom, this baby is more beautiful than you, I think you like someone!" said a woman who approached her, smiling.

Cardamom was a little unhappy when she heard someone say that she was not as beautiful as a boy, and said angrily: "Really, I am not a human being to lie to you." ”。

She pouted slightly and leaned closer, looked at Zhang Wei, the corners of her mouth grinned, and suddenly she was angry again.

"Yes, she looks so beautiful, compared to us women, according to me, Jia Baoyu in the Dream of Red Mansions probably looks like this. A woman with a mole on her left cheek, sighed.

"He's Jia Baoyu, then aren't we Daguanyuan, isn't Cardamom Lin Daiyu, but then we shouldn't call me brother anymore, we should call me brother!"

"Yes, yes, then I'll be Xue Baochai," another woman laughed.

"Xue Baochai, you are also worthy, only our Yumo is qualified. A woman with a somewhat round figure leaned against another beautiful woman and despised her.

The woman she was talking about was the same woman who handed the man the scissors earlier.

She's not the kind of woman who can make people feel amazing at a glance, but she's very attractive, and the more she looks at it, the more she looks good.

Unlike other women, she wears light makeup and does not have that heavy smell of wind and dust.

The face can't tell whether it is square or round, the chin is slightly tilted forward, holding her arms, standing quietly, there is a smile on the corner of her mouth, she looks a little arrogant, her dark and big eyes look at Zhang Wei on the bed intently, as if she can see things that others have not seen.

"His name was Urabu, and he was a child, and when he saw him, the iron rod penetrated his father and stabbed him in the body. ”

"Get some more cloth and stop the bleeding. ”。

"I can only entrust it to you, just to let him have a warm place before he dies. ”

The man looked at Zhang Wei sadly and said.

Cardamom's eyes were red, hugging Zhang Wei's neck and crying, and several other women looked at Zhang Wei's eyes, and they also became a little pity, maybe there was also a sad sentimentality of the rabbit and the fox.

Zhang Wei looked at the man, knowing that he was going to die for the rest of his life, endured the severe pain in his throat, and said: "Mi~"

"What? what are you talking about?" said Cardamom as she heard the voice, teary eyes.

Zhang Wei was too weak now, and her voice was too low, so she could only put her ear to Zhang Wei's mouth.

"Mi?", she couldn't hear the intermittent voice, so she could only repeat word by word.

"Yonko, are you hungry? I'll prepare something for you right away. Cardamom hurriedly said.

“……”

Zhang Wei shook his head, and said weakly: "Mizi".

"Rice word?" Cardamom repeated again, still confused.

"Are you talking about the name?" the woman who was called Yumo repeated, and her heart moved.

Zhang Wei nodded slightly.

"Oh, my name is Cardamom, and I know your name is Pusheng. Cardamom hurriedly said, grabbing one of Zhang Wei's palms with both hands.

“……”

Zhang Wei secretly glanced at her, the few words just now had exhausted his physical strength, and he felt that there was already a fishy smell in his throat.

He could only stare at the man with his eyes.

It was still the woman named Yumo, seeing his appearance, she glanced at Zhang Wei deeply, turned her head to the man who was about to leave, and said, "He's asking for your name." ”。

The man was stunned and looked at Zhang Wei.

"Perhaps, he already knows that your departure is even more dangerous than him, so he wants to remember your name. Yumo groaned and spoke again.

Zhang Wei glanced at her and nodded to the man.

It's a thoughtful woman.

The man was silent for a while, and said with a smile: "The name doesn't matter anymore, if you really survive, if you have the heart, just remember that my surname is Li and I am the instructor of the teaching team." ”

"I'm the only one left in our teaching team, and none of them are bad seeds. Instructor Li looked at the women and said in a flat tone.

Zhang Wei nodded solemnly.

"Please," Instructor Li finally said to the women, and then left with a gun.

The person who stayed, the atmosphere was a little heavy, I don't know which woman it was, and suddenly said: "You have a soul, Yumo, you really think you are Xue Baochai!

Yumo looked at the woman, smiled lightly, then ignored it and walked out

"Pusheng is mine," Cardamom said.

"Hahaha," the other women laughed.

……

From this day on, Zhang Wei settled here, and slowly learned the origin of these women.

They are all girls from the green hip building in the city, and they are also the women of Qinhuai River who have been circulated in the mouths of countless literary and people since ancient times.

The elegance and elegance of the legendary Qinhuaihe woman, amazing talent, Zhang Wei has never seen it at all, only to see a group of people who are disheveled all day long, forehead, and even sometimes naked, wandering in front of him, not ashamed at all The debauchery, full of swearing, yellow jokes come casually, except for a few two or three, most of the people are illiterate in big characters.

They are the women of Qinhuaihe, but they are not like those legends, maybe it's just because they are not the people of those legends, maybe those legends are also like this, those so-called beauties are picturesque, but they are just the beauty that those gentlemen who are sanctimonious and deliberately whitewashed.

At this moment, the cellar is not like a cellar, it is an underground flower boat, full of red and green bedding, fox clothes and mink skirts, littered scarves, bras, and belly.

Four women gathered around the barrel, on which a kitchen board was placed as a table, and mahjong was played. There were also several bowls on the table, and inside were red wines found in the cellar.

Behind them stood three or four more people, drinking and smoking, smiling and occasionally pointing.

The others were either drunk or asleep, and only two were accidents.

Yumo sat alone on a fallen wine barrel, holding a bowl of red wine in one hand and a cigarette in the other, looking not far away, absent-minded.

There is another one, it is Yukou, at the moment she is sitting next to Zhang Wei's sore, holding a pipa with three broken strings one by one, and playing a tune that Zhang Wei is not known for.

"Do you like to listen to it?" Cardamom said to Zhang Wei, who was lying on the bed with his eyes closed.

"It's just this one string, and it's worse than a blind man asking for food. Without waiting for Zhang Wei to reply, she said unhappily herself.

She put down the pipa, sat at the head of Zhang Wei's bed naturally, leaned down, stroked his face, and then put her face on his head, and whispered: "Your name is Pu Sheng?

When you're ready, I'll take you to the biggest ballroom to see the most beautiful women. ”。

Zhang Wei opened his eyes helplessly.

It's here again.

This is the third day that Zhang Wei has moved in, and this woman named Cardamom is always used to holding herself like this after drinking at night, and then talking to herself.

She said: I can't remember what my surname is, when I was a child, I was abducted and sold to the kiln by the Huaibei people who made flower drums, and I had already picked up the first guest before I came to menarche, and it was very painful at the time, and I thought about whether it would be so painful to die in the past, and now I have been doing it for a year, and the guests are all those porters, cooks, and inferior soldiers, sometimes they will be very tired, and they will be beaten, and sometimes, just take off their clothes, and it will be over in three or two clicks.

People are too stupid and lazy, they were beaten for five years before they learned to play the lute, and the clothes were all rewarded by their sisters, many of them were patched, and if they had a new dress of their own, they could be happy for days.

In the past few days, I have helped you wash your clothes and wash the sand cloth, and your 7 hands are frozen and cracked, and when you are well, you must buy me new clothes in the future, I want the kind of snow-white yarn that foreign women wear.

Sister Hongling always bullied me for being stupid, and sometimes scolded me, but I didn't get angry, because after scolding, I could take away her fox skin scarf, the scarf was so beautiful and warm, but in summer, it didn't taste very good.

Sister Yumo......

Sister Yiqing......

……

It's a lot of miscellaneous, she knows, she experiences, she hears, she thinks, whether it's good or bad, she will say.

Even if the person listening doesn't reply, even if the person may not be listening at all.

dragged her blessing, Zhang Wei knew the origin of these women, and also knew the environment he was in now, oh, and the identity of the girl who was peeking at the cellar outside the vent at the moment.

Cardamom yawned, didn't notice, today Zhang Wei's eyes opened, and he still said: The bearded foreigner in the church, wearing a priest's clothes these days, has been drunk all day long, and always wants to roll the quilt with Sister Yumo.

The schoolgirls up there were so stingy that they shut down the toilets and wouldn't let us in.

These days, the food is getting less and less, and there is nothing to eat here except wine.

……

If I can take back Cuixianglou, the strings in the drawer will be fine, I can play you a song "Qin Huaijing, that's what I'm best at, it's good to play." ……”

As he spoke, as he spoke, Cardamom fell asleep on his pillow.

The air was mixed with all kinds of smells, the smell of rotting wood, the smell of rouge on women, the smell of tobacco, and the strong smell of alcohol.

Zhang Wei thought to himself: The great luck in misfortune is that he doesn't have the five senses that he used to be so sensitive, otherwise how could he have been here for so long.