【Qing'er】

It was he who hugged me.

After seeing the fierce and vicious officer, I exclaimed, what kind of person is that, from those eyes that look at me, I can only see ferocity and cruelty, then I understand Grandpa Li's words, he is not a person at all, a beast, a demon.

I'm afraid that his hand will touch me, I'm afraid that he will take my mother away like that, I don't want to see it, but I'm so powerless. I hesitated, waiting, waiting for someone to help me, even if even the one who was unlikely to come to my rescue.

But he just appeared, so chic, with a thin and thin shoulders like a girl, I could even feel the weakness and warmth in his hands. I can't believe he's here to save me, I can't believe that someone as pampered as he would easily jump out and save someone who has nothing to do with it. Although I don't know his identity, I know that he must be a big man, the kind of young master who is honored even at home, but why did he come to save me and take me into his warm arms?

I do not know.

I can hear the whistling of the chains, I can see the daughter-in-law of Grandpa Li who is still looking at me with worry and sadness even when she is standing behind the meaty yacha, I can even hear the screams of the people in the village, I can even see a trace of imperceptible panic and nervousness flashing on my mother's always calm face, I can hear my own sharp heartbeat, I can feel the helplessness and trembling of the person who held me firmly in his arms, but why is he so scared, hanging on his face, But a faint smile?

I don't know, I really don't know.

I never wanted to see someone hurt me, even if it was a stranger, even if it was someone I hated.

I hate seeing others sad, but at least, I'm the only one hurt.

He wasn't a warrior, he didn't know how to hold a knife, he couldn't use a sword, he didn't even see a gun, but he rushed over like a hero. He was not a prince in a fairy tale, he didn't have a gorgeous cloak, he didn't have a robe as smooth as brocade, he didn't even have a horse, but he still hugged me as gently as a prince.

Why would he be so gentle with me?

I don't know, I really don't know.

Or maybe I don't want to know.

Because, I was afraid that the hot gaze would come into my eyes, and I would not leave.

Because, I was afraid, his slightly pale face would be engraved in my heart.

At that time, I suddenly had a delusion, he was no longer a weak teenager, he was no longer the eldest young master who would only blindly avoid being humiliated by others in the hotel, he wanted to become a hero who stood up to the sky, a prince who really wanted to protect someone.

But is this really good? Hugged tightly by the man who took me into his arms, I suddenly felt like I couldn't breathe. He is so weak and delicate, like a scholar who doesn't seem to worry about anything, he is like a beautiful son in a turbid world, and he will not see a trace of worldly filth.

But I'm afraid he'll change, and I'll never recognize him again. Because, when I saw the general who suddenly appeared staring at me with undisguised obscenity, a wave of murderous intent clearly emerged on his immature face. He wasn't a man who wanted to kill at all, I didn't want him to be like that just because of me, I didn't want him to have other people's blood on his hands in the future, even if so many people had to go to the battlefield to fight for those meaningless honors and exploits, I didn't want to see him join the army, even though that was the only thing a man had to do at that time. In his arms, I could clearly feel the hesitation and vibration in his heart, and I could even clearly see how crazy and hot the light flashed in his eyes when the ostentatious general drew his long sword.

I was worried about him, I was worried about the person I hated so much, and even I felt a kind of unreal stunned. I can even think of his unusually embarrassed expression in the small shop, the hesitation and embarrassment in the forest path, the naughtiness and naughtiness when my good brother grabbed vegetables, the satisfied smile of snoring after lying on the flock of sheep close at hand, the chagrin and ridicule after being scolded by me when I was angry, the anxiety and panic when I was unhappy, the pickiness when eating, and the confusion when doing things. He seems to be deliberately accompanying me, and everywhere I go, I will see the coincidence of chance encounters, perhaps, that is, something called liking.

I don't know if I like him or not, but I know that he will do it after all, to be a general who gallops the field and makes achievements, instead of being an obscure peasant who stays here, that is what he is destined to do, even I can't change.

But even if I will be called selfish, I don't want to see him as if he was a simple blank piece of paper, leaving traces of others' wanton paintings, in my heart, he will always be like a teenager who needs to be held by the hand and run away, and he will always panic and be speechless when he encounters things.

He's going to go, far away, to a place that I'll feel unfamiliar with. For I heard his conversation with the weathered old man, even though he had put me far away.

I could even hear every word, every word that the rickety old man said to him.

I could even hear the deference in the eyes of the intimidating men.

I could even see that the general, who had lost his soul like a dog in an instant, struggled to get up and slipped away, and did not dare to look back at him again.

I could even see the young man who came by casually wiping the blood on his hands, looking back at him again with an incomprehensible gentle lingering.

At that time, I realized that he was not a young master who had fallen into the family at all.

He is not a teenager from an ordinary family, nor is he a rich young master at all, so many people can go to him, so many people come to protect him secretly, watch him, and everyone maintains that kind of respectful demeanor It is impossible for a person to be an ordinary person, even if his family is really rich and rivals the country? I was stunned for a moment, rich and rival the country! Turning to look blankly at the token-like thing that the young man was about to put back in his hand, I laughed in my heart, it turns out that you really are

Yes, I laughed, I'm so stupid, the royal family and the common people will never be the same, the same is grown up, but in the eyes of the people, as long as the grain is sold at a good price, there will be a good harvest in the coming year, and the family happily eats Chinese New Year's Eve dinner around the steaming pot, this is happiness, you can marry a virtuous wife, give birth to two white and fat children, that is, grow up. And the royal family will never think so. Because a good emperor would say this, do you want to grow up and have happiness? Then try to fight for that chair, as long as your hand holds it, you are the happiest person in the world.

That's what people say. However, growing up like that, that kind of happiness, is it really what he wants to see?

I set my eyes on the old man who seemed to be arguing with him excitedly, at least, in the heart of the old man who also cared about him, and could even say loved him, that was happiness.

I don't know if he'll ever come back, but I know it's time to leave him. My mother often said, don't believe anything the royal family said, at that time, I was ignorant and ignorant, and I would only stare at her with blinking eyes, but now, I understand the meaning of what she said.

It turns out that the happiness of a royal family is always so fragile, and the fragility makes people want to take care of it. (To be continued.) )