She froze in place, her fan lying on the embroidered vamp, motionless, but the hands hanging at her side trembled slightly.

Once upon a time, she buried him with these hands-

In a daze, the young man on the platform had closed his fan and retracted his gaze, but Ruosheng's gaze was still fixed on him, and he struggled again and again and couldn't move. The young man not far away, looking at the appearance of only seventeen or eighteen, the person in her memory was a young man.

The eyebrows and eyes are calm, the pupils are deep, the nose bridge is slender and straight, and the thin lips are lightly pursed.

Ragged.

The well-proportioned, clean chin was stained with dried blood.

It was such a face that was engraved in Ruosheng's mind. She has lived two lifetimes, and this is the only face she remembers most clearly and clearly.

That year, she was seventeen years old, and the finch slave was sixteen.

Originally, it should have been their best years, like a flower, from buds to buds and then blooming, it could not be more beautiful. But at that time, they were just poor people who were scarred and supported each other to survive. From midwinter to warm spring, and then from midsummer to late autumn, if there were no bird slaves, there would never be her in the world.

The kneecaps in her legs had long since crumbled to powder, and she could no longer walk freely. There was only one severed tongue left in his mouth, and his throat was burned, and he could no longer speak easily.

With such a she, it is difficult to survive only if she wants to live on her own.

But following the finch slave also dragged her down.

Ruosheng still remembers that in order to support themselves, the finch slaves took on any job. Obviously she is only a sixteen or seventeen-year-old young girl, but what she does is dirty work on the dock, and every penny is really bought for blood and sweat. She had never hated herself for being useless as she had then. Later, when she got better, she began to think of asking the bird slave to pick up some laundry and sewing work, her leg was broken, but her arm was not broken, not to mention that she had been taught by a famous teacher since she was a child.

But their days were still very poor, and the slaves were still very tired day by day.

She buried herself in helping people wash and sew clothes every day, hoping to earn some scattered copper to supplement the family.

But often she couldn't do much, and she began to cough up blood and exhaustion.

Her body was already decaying inside......

On that day, she coughed so badly that the slave would not let her work any more. At the time of the full moon of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the bird slave moved a chair to a corner of the courtyard and placed it under the grapevine trellis, and then pushed her to sit in a sheltered place, and then turned around and went to the house to get the two mooncakes she had bought earlier.

Ruosheng held her chin in her hand and looked at the bright moon above her head, but many past events appeared in front of her, forcing her to close her eyes and bow her head.

A fishy sweetness in his throat.

She heard a bird fluttering its wings across the sky, and then there was a "thud" and the sound of staggering footsteps.

With a pang in her mind, she immediately looked up and followed the prestige.

This look crashed into a pair of bottomless black eyes.

Mingyue shouted overhead, the night was getting cold, she wanted to raise her voice to warn the bird slave, but she couldn't speak, only made a muffled sound in her throat, in vain.

That was the first time she had seen him. On the full moon night of the Mid-Autumn Festival in the twenty-second year of Xuanming, under the bleak and cool moonlight, she met for the first time after the accident, a young man who was a complete stranger. He appeared abruptly in their small courtyard like that, dragging his scarred body, Tsing Yi had already been stained with blood, filled with a strong smell of blood.

She panicked.

He leaned against the wall not far away, put his finger to his lips, and made a silent gesture.

Ruosheng couldn't speak, but when he saw this, he woke up, and immediately grabbed the tea bowl on the small table next to him and threw it on the ground, breaking porcelain all over the ground, making a crisp and loud cracking sound in the dark night. It's just a coarse porcelain tea bowl, which will be broken, but Ruosheng feels that her heart is dripping blood, far more distressed than the expensive objects she smashed in the Wood Rhino Garden in the past.

Fortunately, when the finch slave heard the noise, he hurried out of the house, and rushed to her side in three or two and asked urgently, "What happened?" ”

Ruosheng immediately raised his hand and pointed straight at the wall, but when he looked closely, the person who was standing there was gone. She was wondering, but she noticed a dark figure lying at the base of the wall, and there was no sound at all.

The courtyard was silent.

He fainted.

When the finch slave approached, he found that he was covered with blood, so he discussed with Ruosheng, since there was only one breath left, should he chop it directly, or drag the person out and throw him away, let him live or die?

Ruosheng was taken aback by her sentence of chopping up, but he still thought about it carefully. If this person is thrown out, if one of them does not die, it is not clear that they will cause some kind of disaster in the future, and this way seems to be impossible...... It seems that there is really only one way to chop up and destroy the corpse......

She made a one-to-one comparison.

The finchman understood and nodded emphatically.

The two comforted each other, one tied up with a rope, and the other went to the kitchen to get a kitchen knife. I only sharpened it the day before yesterday, but it is also sharp. If he was reluctant to ask the finch slave to do such a thing, he took the lead in raising his sword. But the heavy pressure of this knife, she held it, but she couldn't fall down with half a sound.

As long as there is a breath left, he is a big living person in the end......

She couldn't do it.

The finch slave was ruthless on his mouth, and there was no expression on his face, but when the knife came into his hand, he couldn't do it.

The two of them glanced at each other, and their faces showed two points of decadence.

Ruosheng took a deep breath, made up his mind about the case, don't chop it, just tie it up and wait for someone to wake up! If it's cold, then talk about it...... As for treatment, it's okay, just smear some grass and wood ashes to stop the bleeding, and there is no way to do it on the side. The finch slave had always listened to her, and when she heard it, she had no objection, and immediately moved the person into the house and threw her in a corner.

Leave it in the courtyard, in case someone can see it, but it can't be.

If you are born, you will go and find out if there is still heat on him later.

A human life is in front of him, and I really don't want to call him dead like that; But this is a stranger who appeared in their yard for no reason, and with a body of blood, it doesn't look like a good thing, so she wants to die again......

Full of contradictions, if the sleepiness is completely gone, the finch slave is sleepy. She was so busy and tired during the day, and often fell asleep at night, which would only be a strong support. Ruosheng asked her to take a nap on the side, and then called her up when there was a situation. The finch slave shook his head and didn't agree, but where could he stop the drowsiness, and finally fell asleep.

Ruosheng spread out the quilt to cover her, and was tucking the corners of the quilt, and there was a cough in his ears.

She hurriedly turned her head to look, and found that he had woken up.

He coughed and looked down at the rope on his body, then suddenly fell silent, and after a moment said, "The knot is well knotted." ”

The knot was learned by the finch slave and the shipwright, and it was very solid and difficult to solve.

He was obviously tied, but he untied the knot in three or two strokes.

Ruosheng was shocked, and he stretched out his hand to wake up the finch slave, but he was stopped by him lightly, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, I'm going to die, I can't hurt anyone." ”

After that, his originally upright body fell down with a "bang".

Ruosheng was dumbfounded.

The finch slave woke up and jumped out of bed.

However, he obviously looked at him who was already dying, but he lived for three more days. When he was asleep, he could be fed water and rice porridge, but his pulse did gradually weaken. By the early morning of the third day, he was no longer able to feed rice. Ruosheng looked down at the half bowl of porridge in his hand, frowned and ate it himself.

Who knew that in the afternoon, his breath, which had been weak, became strong again.

In the evening, even people woke up. When he opened his eyes, he saw Wakasheng's face. Ruosheng waited for him to look away, but he didn't move, only said in a hoarse voice: "Excuse me, I'm thirsty." ”

You're welcome.

Ruosheng saw that he was a little energetic, and even his cheeks were bloody, and he knew that he was back to light, and he sighed for a while, so he obediently poured a glass of water for him with his scarred face.

can't afford to eat good tea, and she is reluctant to put it aside even with broken foam, even a bowl of white water, but he drinks it with relish.

Ruosheng became more and more embarrassed.

He drank water and rested for a while, and suddenly asked: "Can you understand Pai Gow?" ”

Ruosheng was slightly stunned, and nodded subconsciously.

He laughed, showing his neat white teeth, and his smile was even a little childish, with shallow dimples looming on the sides of his cheeks.

He said, "How about Miss Lao play with her?" ”

Ruosheng looked at the dimples on his cheeks and was stunned, and he didn't answer for a long time. At that moment, she thought of her father, and remembered that even if she was angry, she always forgot in an instant, and she only thought of her good father.

Her heart was rolling, and she couldn't help but bow her head slightly.

He was still wearing the same dirty clothes as before, and Ruosheng saw that he took out a few dominoes from his body, with smooth edges and corners, obviously an old thing that he often carried with him.

The cards are uneven, Ruosheng frowned. When he noticed it, he chuckled and said, "It was originally used for divination, but now it can only be done." As he spoke, he had set up the dominoes.

In this game, if he wins, he loses completely.

But Ruosheng knew that he didn't want to win at all.

When it was dark, he closed his eyes and said that he was sleepy, and he leaned down and fell asleep. When the moon was on the top, Ruosheng went to probe his snort, but found that there was no more.

She and the slave thought of changing his clothes for him, and waited for two more days, but no one looked for him, and she had no choice but to bury him.

A small dirt bag with a piece of wood on top.

The finchman asked, what to write?

She thought about it for a while, and wrote the four big characters of the Tomb of the Gambler.

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