In the dark, I don't know the years.

Zhang Wei opened his eyes again, and the scene he saw made his eyes a little dull.

The strange and familiar bed, the humid air, with a lingering smell of rouge, in front of him was a beautiful face that originally looked a little arrogant, but at the moment its owner's eyes were full of surprise and sadness.

When Zhang Wei's consciousness slowly returned to his body, he felt pain and weakness everywhere all over his body, and the skin of his limbs had many hot sensations for some reason, he struggled and wanted to get up, but he couldn't exert his strength at all, and finally had to give up, lay on the bed and said to the woman called Yumo: "Why am I here?"

"It's Cardamom, she dragged you back from outside. Yumo took a towel, wiped his face, and said.

"Cardamom, how is it possible, how did she find me?" Zhang Wei asked in disbelief.

"We don't know, when she dragged you back, you were covered in mud and smelled foul, we were all startled, and it was strange that she didn't know from which stinky mud pond she dragged back a dead man. When she bathes you, she realizes that it is you. Yiqing, who was next to Yumo, also leaned over and said.

"Take a bath?" Zhang Wei realized that he seemed to be lying naked in the quilt.

"Yes, we're just watching, the cardamom is washed carefully, and you wash all over your body, everywhere clean. ”

Hongling smiled and continued.

When the woman laughed, the black mole on one side of her face seemed to be smiling again.

"Haha~" The women around laughed.

"......" Zhang Wei.

Zhang Wei lazily ignored them, remembering that the devil team he came to avoid tracking before, jumped into a stinky ditch on the other side of the hill, and sank the whole person into it, he didn't know how long he held his breath, and then he lost consciousness due to lack of oxygen and too much injury.

should be glad that the person who discovered himself was not a devil, but a cardamom, otherwise he would really die there this time.

What does cardamom appear there?

"Tell me, what happened here in the church since I left?" Zhang Wei frowned slightly and asked Yumo.

Yumo sighed and said slowly, Zhang Wei knew that he had been in a coma for a day and a night.

He left the church that day, and not long after, there was a company of devils, who surrounded the church, and among them, the devil officer and John, oh, the Western man dressed as a priest, after some negotiations, left some food, and sent troops to stay around the church, saying that it was to protect the safety of the church students, and that they would come to the church in two days and listen to the students sing.

In the evening, when John led the students to bury the two dead female students, they found that Cardamom had dragged him back to the church, and they did not know where she had found him, and what had brought him in from the devil's guard.

According to Cardamom, she followed Zhang Wei shortly after he left the church, and when she returned, she took advantage of the darkness to pull the guards into a hidden dog hole behind the church while he was eating.

At that time, Zhang Wei had long been unconscious, his body was cold, and his heartbeat was all at once, everyone thought he was dead, but they didn't expect that his life was so hard, and he survived it like this.

Zhang Wei was also very surprised in his heart, originally thought that he might not be able to escape this time, but he didn't expect to be rescued back here after going around and around.

He thought he could pay off what he owed, but he didn't expect that the more he owed, the more he owed, he could imagine how hard and tormenting it must be for a weak girl to drag another person back from the mountains and forests thousands of kilometers away, not to mention how hard and tormenting it must be along the way, not to mention that he was surrounded by wild beasts and brought him back safely, and how many hardships and dangers should be inside.

What was going on in her head? What was it about to bring back a dying person at such a great price?

Zhang Wei really couldn't figure it out.

Zhang Wei looked around, didn't feel her presence, and couldn't help asking, "What about her?"

These words were like a basin of ice water poured on their heads, which instantly lowered the temperature in the cellar, and these women became very sad, even Yumo's eyes turned red, and they cried quietly with sentimentality.

Zhang Wei's brows furrowed, and he felt a sudden depression and sadness in his heart that almost made him breathless.

"She, what, what?" Zhang Wei stared at Yumo's eyes tightly, biting his lip, and asked word by word.

Yumo took out a roll of silk thread from his arms, this is the string line, the red string line, as if it had been soaked in blood, and there was a faint smell of blood.

"She died, she was killed by a stray bullet, she didn't suffer. ”

Zhang Wei took the hand of the strings, he couldn't help but tremble a little, his pupils were dilated, and he only thought in his mind: she is dead.

It's too late, return what you owe to her, pay it back~

I didn't have time to tell her my name, and ~

I didn't have time to give her a reply.

Zhang Wei held the strings in his hand tightly.

"Why, why?" he said, "There was no distance in his eyes, he just kept repeating the sentence.

He remembers.

The soup he drank into his stomach was snatched from the female students who looked down on them upstairs, because of this bowl of soup, a piece of her sideburns was missing, and Cardamom scolded and cursed those female students that day, full of stinginess, and deserved to be played with and abandoned by men when she grew up, and carefully put the soup on the spoon in her hand, and tirelessly blew it cold.

The colorful clothes he wore were also begged by her from a few kiln sisters here, licking her smiling faces, and she promised that in the future, she would pick up more guests and buy new ones for her sisters, but when she turned her head, she pouted and expressed disdain.

The strip of cloth wrapped around his stomach was washed again and again with her red hands with chilblains, and she secretly crawled out of the cellar, dried in a ventilated place, and secretly took it back at night, even then it was still stained red with blood, and I don't know how much was his and how much was hers.

Every day he has to be woken up by her several times, from time to time she has to ask if her stomach hurts, whether she wants to pee, whether she wants to, the first time she helped him to the toilet, she stared without blinking, and smiled: Look at you, you are not big, but the cost is more than all the guests she has received.

Also know.

She is not a good woman, she does not shy away from her origins, nor does she feel ashamed, and often takes the behavior of those benefactors as a joke and tells him about it, and when she doesn't have it, and when she wants it, she will steal and rob and cheat.

She told the kiln sisters that he looked like her brother, but she forgot what her last name was, maybe she wanted him from the first time she saw him.

It's such a woman, a fifteen-year-old woman, she died, why did she die? What was wrong, why?

Yumo, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, lowered his head, and when he heard Zhang Wei's words, his tears couldn't stop coming down, and he choked and said: "Cardamom said, I want to play a nice tune for you, Qin Huaijing, one string can't be played, four strings are fine." It's late, and you won't be able to hear it. ”

Qin Huaijing, what a mess of tunes, as for it?

This, this....

Zhang Wei laughed silently, laughing so hard that his liver and intestines were broken, and tears flowed from laughter.

The blood-stained strings are no longer the strings of the pipa, they are knives, knives that slash at the glacier in Zhang Wei's heart!

The body suddenly became so painful, the pain in the heart, Zhang Wei could no longer control his breath, the pain like a pinprick all over his body was unbearable, and his breath came and went.

Yes~

Zhang Wei suppressed a low hoarse roar in his throat, like a wounded beast, under the frightened eyes of all the kiln sisters in the cellar, his hair and eyebrows turned white little by little, like white snow in the night, white and penetrating, cold and penetrating people's hearts.

"Pu Sheng" Yumo screamed, and then called.

"If Cardamom is still alive, I don't want to see you now, no, definitely don't give up on yourself, Pusheng. Otherwise, Cardamom's death would be meaningless, and no one would remember her. Yumo saw Zhang Wei's appearance, although he didn't know what was going on, he still hurriedly persuaded him.

I don't know if Zhang Wei listened to her persuasion, until his voice became more and more low, and it wasn't until the voice disappeared that Yumo found that he had lost consciousness and fainted.

Another dark night passed, and Zhang Wei woke up.

His eyes were distracted as he stared at the bed above, and the sound of singing could be heard in his ears.

Several kiln sisters in the cellar are standing quietly at the entrance of the cellar.

He knew that it was the female students of the church singing the songs in the Bible, not because Cardamom died, not because they liked to sing, but because they could live ~.

In order to survive, they buried their national hatred and family hatred in their hearts, and sang holy songs in holy places for those executioners who killed their relatives, friends, and their hands were full of the blood of their compatriots.

Maybe they were chanting while still praying in their hearts that God would come to their rescue, but unfortunately, probably because they were not born believers, their gods were not reluctant to save them in troubled times.

Now their life and death depend entirely on the devil officer, and the dead priest has always taught God to love the world and repay good and evil is just nonsense now.

He heard a kiln sister crying from above, and then Yumo and the others also walked up.

An argument ensued.

The crying voice said: "What are you staring at me, I will stay tomorrow to stare at the little devil, do you think the little devil really invited you to sing?"

"Dream on!"

"What do you think the little devil is doing in Jinling all day? Kill people and set fires"

"Rape"

"Which one is willing to go, which one goes, I won't go anyway. ”

"Little mosquito, shut up!" this was Yumo's voice.

"You're all bullying me, I'm just not going anyway. The crying voice paused, then spoke loudly.

Zhang Wei looked at it, ran in from the entrance of the cellar, and lay on the bed crying little mosquito, without saying a word, and turned his eyes back to the bed board.

It's just to live, why don't you understand, I'm just a stranger to you, it's not worth it at all.

What does two days of getting along mean?!

Silly, hopelessly stupid, hopelessly incorrigible to overwhelm him.

It's just a tune, it's just a tune!

Is it really because of a tune?

"Are you awake?" Yumo said as he sat on the edge of his bed at some point.

Zhang Wei's expression remained unchanged, and he was still looking at the bed board above his head in distraction.

"Today the devil made a post, asking the female students of the church to go to their celebration ball tomorrow for the capture of Jinling. Yumo suddenly whispered.

"It's ridiculous. She sneered haughtily, her eyes looking not far away.

"That kind of place, not where the schoolgirls should be. He never got a reply from Zhang Wei, and Yumo didn't care, and said quietly, as if talking to himself.

"Before I was thirteen, I spent six years in church, like the girls. ”。

"Unlike them, I was forced to pick up my first guest when I was their age. ”

"I wasn't scared or too sad at the time, oh, maybe I was just numb. ”

"Because when I was thirteen, my stepfather raped me. Yumo's voice became lower and lower, and he slowly fell silent.

"Today, the little mosquito was treated as a schoolgirl and deceived the devil, I thought, maybe, I can go for a schoolgirl. After a pause, she added.

"I don't want them to be like that. ”。

Zhang Wei's eyes changed slightly, but they quickly disappeared.

He turned his head to look at Yumo, trying to see her expression clearly.

Yumo met Zhang Wei's eyes, but he smiled instead, and said, "Do you believe it?!, then do you think I am great, or hypocritical?"

Zhang Wei didn't reply to her, just turned his head.

Yumo didn't get angry at his cold response, but the corners of his mouth tugged, stood up, and left.

When night fell, the cellar was quiet, Zhang Wei suddenly opened his eyes again, endured the pain in his body, slowly got up from the bed, wrapped himself in a coat that he didn't know which kiln sister was on his waist, moved his steps step by step along the side of the bed, and walked towards the temporary bathroom.

The cold wind of the night blew, slashing the blade across his body, and it was bitterly cold.

The actions that he is accustomed to on weekdays are a big burden for his current body, and when he finishes it and stands up again, the scene in front of him has become dark and illusory, and his face is so pale that he can't see a little blood.

Zhang Wei grabbed the wood's left hand, thin and slender fingers, clasped tightly, did not let his body fall, closed his eyes, and adjusted his state.

After a while, he opened his eyes, first stunned, then his face sank, he picked up the windbreaker that was untied at the right time, tied it back to his waist, and walked back silently, with difficulty.

"Do you want to help?" There was a figure not far away, sitting on the edge of the bed, leaning on the shelf, watching Zhang Wei walk out with a smile on his face, and said with a smile.

Zhang Wei didn't reply, lowered his head slightly, and moved to the cardamom bed step by step.

Seeing this, the man didn't get up, took a white cigarette from the side, lit it, took a deep breath, opened his red lips lightly, and slowly exhaled a white smoke.

The smell of smoke wafted in front of Zhang Wei, and he paused slightly, not lying directly on the bed, but looking up at her.

"Well, you want to have one, too?" the man asked, visibly stunned.

Zhang Wei nodded.

"I really didn't expect this?!" the woman laughed dumbly, spoke, and then took out another cigarette from the cigarette case, put it in her mouth again, lit it, took a puff, and then got up, walked to Zhang Wei and handed it to him.

Zhang Wei held the cigarette and frowned slightly.

When the man saw his face, he was slightly stunned, but he lowered his body, put his face close to Zhang Wei, and said with a smile: "What? Is it because you dislike me? If you think I'm not clean, then you can not smoke." ”

This person has a very delicate, pure and beautiful face, delicate melon seed face, curved willow eyebrows, seems to be happy and affectionate, has outstanding temperament, and is natural, it looks like it gives people a kind of Yangzhou water town woman's warm and quiet beauty, like the gentleness of the sister next door, maybe it is because of this that her name is called Yiqing.

However, at this moment, the corners of her mouth on both sides were lightly raised, and the smile was full of charm, which was very different from what she looked on weekdays.

Zhang Wei glanced at her, his expression was in a trance, and he vaguely saw a figure, but the next moment calmed down, he took the cigarette into his mouth and took a puff, although it was a lady's cigarette, but the smoke at this time was not filtered perfectly, and it seemed a little choked, especially for the body that is now seriously injured and is smoking for the first time, Zhang Wei couldn't help but cough slightly.

A gentle hand reached out from behind his back, patting him on the back and smoothing his breath back and forth.

After getting used to it a little, Zhang Wei glanced back at her, and couldn't help but be slightly stunned again.

The joy behind her, her face is no longer charming and amorous just now, and there is only indescribable gentleness in her eyes, and she can't tell which one is her true character for a while.

Zhang Wei turned his head and smoked silently, some spicy tobacco smell filled his heart and lungs, and the pain on his body seemed to have subsided a lot.