Zhenguan three years, the world drought, causing the displaced people to rise in all directions, there are many people who sell children and women in the countryside, but the sheng song in Taiyuan Jinyang City can not hide the decline of the Taiyuan Wang family.

Once, the surname Wang had the most county kings, which can be described as a moment of glory, not a king but a king, and the good story of seven sects and five surnames can be described as a time of glory. But now, the luxurious mansion is difficult to hide the embarrassment of the door, just like the sunset at dusk, which looks infinitely beautiful on the outside, but it is the swan song before it disappears, poignant and helpless.

Ten miles outside Jinyang City, Taiyuan, a loess road that is not wide, the scorching sun is in the sky, and a large convoy is moving forward with difficulty under the rolling yellow sand.

A rider came to the center of the convoy from the front: "Sanniang (Third Miss), ten miles away, it will be Jinyang City." "The man on the horse had to be half-white, and he was dressed in dust, and he dismounted and came to the front of the carriage with a respectful face.

"Tell everyone, hurry up and go home and have a drink." A woman's voice came from inside the tent.

"The old slave knows." The man took the order and left, conveying the order of his young master.

The convoy continued to move slowly, and everyone had a tired look on their faces, and it was obvious that they had come from a long journey.

The convoy traveled about 100 meters but suddenly stopped, and a voice of inquiry came from the tent of the car just now: "What happened?" ”

"The first-class people in the middle of the road ahead are in a coma and blocking the road, Xu is starving to death, and the seventh prince has already gone to investigate."

Sure enough, about a quarter of an hour the convoy began to move slowly again. On the side of the road, on the dry grass, I saw that the seventh prince and a slave in the mouth of Fang Cai were feeding water with one person. The carriage that Sanniang was riding passed by the three people, and the curtain on the car was lifted by a slender hand, and he saw that the person on the side of the road had a dead face, his eyes were blank, and his head seemed to have been injured, and he was dried up with blood, so he pondered slightly, and said: "Qigong, this person is afraid that he is injured, so it is better to take care of it for a while." With that, he lowered the curtain in his hand.

When the seven princes heard this, they already understood the mind of their young master. There were many starvations along the way, and the young master would always do his best to help, and if there was no one to take care of him, he was afraid that he would die here, so he fed him some water, and called two servants to send him to the carriage behind.

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The sun was like blood, and the afterglow shone through the low window into a humble hut. There was nothing but two wooden beds in the room, which took up most of the room, and the room was a little crowded, with some miscellaneous objects placed on the rammed loess floor, and by the dim light, it could be seen that there was a person lying on the bed near the window.

This person's face is as pale as wax paper, that is, there is little blood on his lips, and there is still dried blood on his face, at this moment, his brows are slightly locked, his eyes are closed, and under the dim light, his sunken eyes are actually revealing a bit of gloom, and his whole body exudes a terrifying breath of death, and that person is lying there quietly, as if he is dead.

Except for the fading light, the small room seemed to be still, like a painting, and this lasted until the morning of the second day.

When the first rays of sunlight in the morning jumped onto the face of the man on the bed through the cross-border windowsill, the cheeks that had been gloomy and terrible last night were a little more alive in the sunlight, but they still fell asleep.

"Squeak......

The broken door made a hoarse sound, and a person entered as soon as the door opened.

The man who came, dressed in a coarse gray coat, went into the house and went straight to the man on the bed. When he got closer, he first reached out to probe his breath, and then began to pat the cheeks of the man on the bed with both hands: "Wake up, wake up......"

A series of calls came, and the man on the bed finally moved, and opened his eyes, which seemed to have been closed for a thousand years, but his gaze was dull.

The person on the side of the bed was also a little amazed when he saw the person on the bed wake up, stretched out his hand and took the half bowl of cold porridge that he had just served, and then slowly fed the person on the bed with a spoon, still muttering to himself: "I really can't imagine that your kid's life is so hard, and he can be regarded as picking up a life from Lord Yama." ”

As he spoke, the half bowl of cold porridge had been fed and then got up to leave, and the man on the bed had already fallen into the dark sweet country.

After five days of feeding like this, the man on the bed was finally able to lie half-lying, and his spirit was much better than when he first came, and his dead breath had gone six or seven points, but the strange thing was that he had never spoken, and every time he came to feed, he always felt that there was something strange under his dull eyes.

Half a month later, the man was able to get out of bed, and the speed of recovery had to be said to be a miracle, but as before, he still didn't say a word, which made the person who had been taking care of him think that he was a mute, until one day when the person who took care of him called him "dumb", he replied: "My name is Wang Dong." This sentence really startled the other party, it turned out that he was not a dumb person, but he wanted to ask something more, but Wang Dong didn't say anything, he could only tell Wang Dong that he was called "Liu Er".

Liu Er will bring food to Wang Dong on time every day, but the quality is good and bad, when it is good, you can give a steamed bun and pickles to eat, and when it is bad, you can only share a bowl of hot porridge between the two.

And Wang Dong, since he woke up, has been wondering, is he dreaming now? If so, why do you really feel hungry and sleepy? If not, then who can sue him, what is going on?

Looking back on the experience of more than a month, it is like a dream.

Wang Dong, originally a black-hearted lawyer, specialized in using legal loopholes to earn ill-gotten gains, and even commuted or even exonerated those drug lords, but in the end he ended up with a "cunning rabbit death, lackey cooking", the drug lord did not talk about benevolence and morality at all, not only did he not pay the negotiated fee after getting out, but even killed him for fear that he would become a tainted witness, but the one who did it was the fiancée who had been in love with him for three months and said that he would enter the marriage hall next week.

It wasn't until that moment that he suddenly realized that the qiē and qiē were all a game set up by others, and he was a small chess piece in the hands of others.

The moment the bullet passed through his chest, he felt as if his soul was floating, lighter and lighter, lighter and lighter, and finally sinking into darkness, and when he woke up again, everything in front of him changed.

There were no high-rise buildings, no traffic, all the endless desolation of the dry land, and worse, he found that his head seemed to be seriously injured, so he stood up with amazing perseverance, and wanted to rush to the nearest small town to bandage it, but in the end, in exchange for the strange clothes everywhere and his own more and more confusion about the world, and finally passed out on the road as a homeless person.