"Ten miles of flat lake full of frost,

Every inch of green silk is sad for the Chinese year. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

To the moon-shaped single look at each other,

Only envy mandarin ducks, not immortals. ”

In the gloomy prison, the night is lonely, and someone reads the poem quietly, and there is love in the poem, and I don't know how to send it.

Maybe there is someone in my heart who wants to see but can't see?

Who cares about such a thing?

"Hey, hey, hey, the gods on the other side, the gods, the scriptures, and the sick! Don't fucking babble! Labor and management still want to sleep!"

The sound of poetry was in the ascendant, and an unpleasant, gruff voice rang out, along with the clanging of shackles against the cage.

This place is a prison, and it is late at night, and perhaps the old man who recited poetry earlier did not wake up many people's dreams, but now it doesn't matter, when this rough voice sounds, the whole prison wakes up.

"Fuck you!You're looking for death again!What are you howling at night?!"

A broken bowl slammed into the prisoner who had struck the prisoner in shackles, and the shot was so accurate that it hit the man in the forehead.

"Smack!"

"Oops!"

The bowl shattered, and the man fell to the ground.

"What are you doing?!What are you doing?!In the middle of the night, do you want to be reincarnated?!"

Adhering to the good custom of the law enforcement officers being late, three jailers with knives ran to the scene of the incident while rubbing their sleepy eyes.

"I'll go, I'm still playing bleeding, big brother, look!"

As soon as the jailers appeared, the cell, which had been a little noisy, suddenly became a place where pins could be heard, and in the silence they saw the prisoners lying in the prison and the broken pieces of porcelain scattered around the prisoners' heads.

The prisoner's head and face were covered with blood.

Seeing this, they set their sights on the prisoner's fellow inmates.

"How?"

A jailer asked.

"Master, this is none of our business! He is making a fuss about committing suicide, and we can't stop him!"

In fact, there was no need for the jailers to speak, and the moment their eyes fell on the prisoners huddled by the prison walls, one of them replied in a timid voice.

It was a lie, as evidenced by the speaker's tone and his evasive eyes, but the jailer did not expose him.

"Watch him! Don't let him die before noon tomorrow! Damn, I'm going to be killed tomorrow, can't I wait today?!

The jailers didn't even open the door, they didn't even bother with the injuries of the man who was lying on his back, they stood at a distance, as if the ground was paralyzed by a foul-smelling canine excrement.

Tomorrow afternoon, the man has a date with the guillotine.

Tonight, he couldn't sleep, and the inexplicable verses of the previous poem had obviously tugged at a certain string in his heart, so that he had behaved so perversely.

He was originally an innocent person, he studied for a few years, took exams for a few years, and finally won a reputation and became a petty official.

He was careful everywhere in the sea of eunuchs, thinking that he could be stable in this life, but then he still caused trouble.

He remembered that it was a day of great joy for him, and he rode a tall horse and led a procession to welcome his relatives, enjoying the envy or blessing or jealousy of passers-by.

The spring breeze is proud, the Chang'an flowers are good, and the crown on the head is high.

It's just that unfortunately, a gust of wind that rose out of nowhere plucked the bead curtain of the sedan chair;

It's just that unfortunately, a young man upstairs on the street glanced down;

It's just unfortunate that the prince saw the person in the sedan chair at a glance.

The people in the sedan chair are like jade, and the new clothes are more delicate, and the son is moved.

But he didn't know all this at the time, and at that time he was still immersed in the joy of 'Erdenke' and enjoyed the compliments of everyone.

He didn't notice the cold gaze that came from upstairs.

The rest of the story is the old passage in the book, the son is the grandson of the patriarch of the dynasty, as long as he fancies, whether it is a person or a thing, as long as it is not marked with the royal mark, he can take it at will.

Except for a mouthful of imperial food in his mouth, the man has nothing to do with the royal family, maybe he has some money in his family, maybe he has some power in his position, but his money and power are not worth mentioning in front of the real predators.

That son's hands and eyes are all over the sky, he was directly accused of being put in prison, and he has been imprisoned for more than a month, and there is no news at home.

"I only envy mandarin ducks, not immortals...... Only envy the mandarin ducks, not the immortals......"

Falling on his back, he felt the cold rising from the ground, he thought that he had been used to the cold after sleeping on the ground every day for more than a month, but at this moment he knew that he was wrong.

He had never been used to the cold.

He was shivering.

He muttered silently, bleeding silently, and weeping silently.

He's wronged, really.

When he was an official, he never neglected anyone, let alone embezzled a penny, and the only thing that could push him to the execution ground was the son's covetousness for his new wife.

He didn't want to die, really.

He has not yet had time to stand, he has not left an heir, and his death is the last one.

Stay alive.

Get out.

Avenge.

These words had already appeared in his mind over and over again, but he knew very well that he could not escape, and even if he did, he would be caught, and even if he did, he knew best what the world outside was like now.

The homeless people are wild, and the gangsters are rampant.

I don't know when this country has become, there are strong enemies outside, there are disasters inside, and a person cannot survive alone outside without strong support.

He was only a scholar, and he relied only on the admonitions of the saints in the books, and if he escaped, these things would at most allow him to leave an epitaph before he was killed and eaten.

"Reading is a good idea!"

This is the truest portrayal of the moment.

"That...... Big brother over there, how are you?"

A bowl in the forehead was not a big injury, and the bleeding that had been unstoppable stopped after a while, and at this moment, a slightly timid voice came from the quiet cell.

The man recognized the voice, and its owner was the guy he called 'the god on the other side'.

“……”

Although the man really didn't want to pay attention to anyone at the moment, he still raised a hand and shook it out of some psychology to show that he was okay.

"Big brother over there, I'm sorry, Xiaosheng was offended a lot before, I hope you will forgive me. ”

The 'god, scripture, and illness on the other side' is actually a decadent scribe with a full beard, to be honest, the two of them are actually similar in appearance, if it weren't for the execution of the man tomorrow, he would be happy to make friends with the other party, and exchange experiences by the way, to be honest, he was actually curious about why the other party came in. Listening to each other's poems, there is a sense of lovesickness, isn't it a fellow traveler who has fallen to the end of the world?

"Forget it, forget it......"

The man was going to be beheaded tomorrow, he was in a very bad mood tonight, and he had no interest in making one more friend or listening to a story that had nothing to do with him before he died, and his whole heart was on what happened to him.

"I only envy mandarin ducks, not immortals...... Hey...... Only envy mandarin ducks, not immortals...... In these days, I am afraid that it is better to be reincarnated as a waterfowl swimming on rivers than to be born as a human ......."

There is no hope in this life, and the man only hopes that he will not have to be so sloppy in the next life, and he will not even be able to control his life and death.