Reading Pavilion 『 』, the full text is free to read. Mo Pi walked in the basement with high heels, and his voice was so crisp that it was like a ping-pong ball bouncing on the ground.

It wasn't until I couldn't hear her footsteps that I turned my neck and stood up, intending to look at the white roses next door. I looked at the time, it was time for lunch again, and she was probably too hungry to move.

I took two flower rolls and put them in a bowl, and under the flower rolls were turnip gnocchi. Radish gnocchi is a kind of pickled vegetable, throw the radish into the soybean paste, after marinating it for a period of time, the radish becomes brown, cut into shreds and sprinkle with sesame seeds, sesame oil, and get some green onion into it, which is the best side dish for eating steamed bread rolls.

But I don't think southerners have ever eaten this, and this Hong Kong girl doesn't know if it's to her liking.

When I opened the door and entered, White Rose was slumped in the iron chair, hungry and without any strength.

When I put Hanamaki on the table, she bounced out of the chair like a fart/spring on her thigh, and rushed over like crazy.

I raised my hand with a big mouth and knocked her to the ground.

"I'm going to eat, please, I'm going to eat." She sat on the ground and began to cry. "You can't do this to me, I have the right to eat."

I said, "Now you and I are talking about rights, how many people did we starve to death during the three years of natural disasters, and who cared about our rights?" When the puppet was Manchurian, countless people starved to death and froze to death on the streets of Northeast China, and the police would carry the dead people to the river, and after the beginning of spring, the ice melted, and the corpses were washed away with the river. We don't count on anyone, and we don't want anyone to say anything wrong with us. You also don't have the right to ask for food from me, you are not Chinese. ”

She suddenly whispered at this time: "As long as you give me food, I am Chinese." ”

I said, "It seems that you are not hungry yet, so think about it again." ”

With that, I sat down and ate. A bite of flower rolls, a bite of small pickles, and the taste is fragrant. It didn't take long for me to eat the two hanamaki. Then I sat here and picked up the teapot and poured a glass of water.

When the water was warm, I started sucking.

Looking at White Rose again, her face was gray and her spirit was sluggish, and I knew that she couldn't hold on.

It's hard for me to imagine how the unyielding will of those underground workers who were tortured for their faith could have been honed. I'm thinking that if I get caught, I shouldn't be able to survive the second episode.

White Rose got up from the ground, moved awkwardly into the iron chair, leaned inside, and closed her eyes. She said: "My surname is An, and my name is An Nian. ”

I got up and walked out, and when I got to the door, the young man on the day shift opened the door for me, and when I came out, I locked the door myself. Then look at the white roses from the small window.

White Rose said weakly inside: "Give me something to eat, and I will say whatever you ask after eating." ”

I said, "I still don't look hungry." You reflect and reflect. ”

This woman has always been holding on to the luck mentality, always wanting to cheat on a meal first, so that she can continue to delay time. Her cleverness can't be used here. She tried to lie to me with a fluke mentality, but I would never believe her with a fluke mentality.

I just closed the little window and sat outside listening to the young man.

To be honest, I'm still very worried about White Rose, she has reached the brink of life and death in this state, and she may die at any time.

I don't want her to die, because it won't do me any good for her to die. But I'm not afraid of her death, and it won't hurt me if she dies.

It can be said that no one in the world cares that she will die, and we care more about digging out the chip from her. Her superior, or Uncle De, may wish she would die soon, and if she dies, it will be a hundred times, and there will be no more trouble.

Only she herself still holds on to her nihilistic self-esteem. But I think sooner or later she will understand her situation, and she can't count on anyone else, only she can save herself.

After dark, someone brought me dinner, and I didn't go to see White Rose after I finished eating, oh no, she told me her name was An Nian.

This is clearly a Chinese name, if the British would call it Anna, or a strange-sounding name, such as Zhu Changshun and John Pig. Is it embarrassing to call Zhu Changshun?

When you get to someone's territory, you can give it a name that you like, but when you go to China's territory and it's called John Pig, you're really a pig.

People are divided into three, six, nine and so on, which does not mean that rich people are necessarily sensible, and rich people are not necessarily masters.

After the old man who worked the night shift came, I went to the cafeteria again and asked the master for an elbow. I also asked for a few steamed buns, and I came back with a bowl. The old man and I drank and listened to the play, and it was so beautiful that it was bubbling.

I drank this half catty of wine, and I drank it just right.

An Nian leaned on the door at this time, looked out of the window and said, "Uncle De's surname is Lin, and his name is Lin Dehua." His ancestral home is Henan, and his father fled with him to Hong Kong. Later, his father bribed him to become a police officer, and he worked his way up to the rank of sheriff. I don't know what Uncle De does, I just know that she does things for the British. ”

After listening to this, I picked up the bowl with the bun in it, walked to the door and brought it in from above. After she took it, she grabbed the bun and stuffed it directly into her mouth, choking so much that she stretched her neck.

This big bowl of buns choked after gobbling it up, in fact, even if she didn't say it, I would give her something to eat, and if she didn't eat, she would die at any time.

I opened the door and went in and sat at the table looking at her. When she had finished eating, she sat down across from me, picked up the teapot and began to drink water, taking small sips. She doesn't seem to like drinking water very much, and these days, she should be afraid of drinking water.

I said, "The British have looked for you." ”

An Nian nodded and said, "It's useless, is it?" ”

I said, "Is there anything else you'd like to say?" ”

"I don't know much."

I said, "How long have you been following Uncle De?" ”

"Since I was a child, I was raised by Uncle De. My dad was a murderer and was sentenced to life imprisonment. My mother remarried and threw me to my grandmother, who soon died, and it was Uncle De who took me in. She said.

"Then you should know a lot."

"I don't know much."

I got to the door and said through the small window, "Take a pen, a stack of stationery, a bottle of pen water." ”

The old man was outside and said, "I'll go get it." ”

After about half an hour, the things came back and came in from the small window, and I put pen and paper on the table and said, "Explain the problem well, and write down everything you know and think is important." ”

"Do you write them all?"

I said, "I'm not in a hurry, even if you write a long one." But you have to write to my satisfaction. ”

I picked up the bowl, and when I got to the door, I turned to look at her and said, "Don't test my intelligence." ”

An Nian looked at me, wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve, and then wrote.

I understand that she will avoid the important and write something useless when she starts. Sometimes I must write something in the clouds, and I will write something fake. But whether it's real or not, I can tell at a glance.

If it is true, there will be causes and consequences, and they will not deviate from common sense, they are all traceable, and real things cannot be made up. Some things are sure to be true at a glance, and some things are made up at a glance.

When I got outside, I looked at the old man and said, "I'm back in the house, old man, thank you for your hard work." ”

"That's what we're doing, it's not hard. Go to sleep, I'll do it here. The old man said, turning down the sound of the VCR a little.

The voice was lowered to make it easier for us to talk, but also for fear of delaying my sleep.

To be honest, it's too quiet for me to sleep, and if I listen to some sounds, I can sleep faster.

Early the next morning, I looked through the window at An Nian, who was curled up in the iron chair and asleep.

I opened the door and went in, picked up the material she had written on the table, and there were no 1,000 words in total, and it was all nonsense. I know she's still delusional that someone will come and save her. She didn't give up yet, and after she had eaten a full meal, she felt that she had won a stage victory. When she wrote these things, she must have been beaming with pride.

I smiled, went out and got some charcoal from outside, lit a fire, and then fastened An Nian with a belt in the iron chair.

She woke up at this time, looked at me and smiled, and said, "What, is this going to be executed?" ”

I snorted, "yes, you bear with it." ”

I started looking for soldering irons, there are a lot of soldering irons here, and there are some that can be branded, and there are official marks on the handles of these branding words, which turned out to be made by the Ming Dynasty Criminal Department. I said, "Just use this treasure handed down from the Ming Dynasty." ”

I stuck the iron into the charcoal fire, then came over and looked at her and said, "You don't mind, I want to put a word on your neck." ”

An Nian stared at me at this time and said, "You bastard! "High-quality and free reading is in the Reading Pavilion."