"Boss, he's been away from us for a long time. ”

Wright smiled and said, "The boss has been gone for a long time, at this time, we should think more about our own future affairs, where is there any leisure to take care of other idle things?

Xiaohu lowered his head and sank for a long time before he said, "I didn't expect the boss to do such an impulsive thing." ”

"Little Tiger. Yilu shouted, "The boss is doing this all for you!"

"Really?" Xiaohu looked up, his face calm and unwavering, "He may not know what kind of disaster he will bring to us with the trouble he left behind by doing this." ”

"You bastard, why do you say that. Are you still worthy of the boss?" Yilu roared loudly: "Do you know that when the boss is finally arrested, you are the one who can't let go of his mind the most!"

The more he spoke, the more angry he became, he stood up and raised his fist to hit Xiaohu, but he soon found that he couldn't move, and when he looked up, he saw that the fist in the air had been held by Wright.

Wright smiled and said, "Don't you understand? The so-called love in this world is so weak, Yilu, and only you stupid boy will be like this, I really don't know whether to call you affectionate or stupid." ”

After Wright finished speaking, he and Xiaohu went out of the shop together, leaving Yilu alone in the shop, letting tears flow down his cheeks.

Nalan Xingtian felt a chill. He didn't understand! He didn't understand! Why? Why the brotherhood that had been shared for so many years was so fragile at this time, he couldn't figure it out. He wanted to scream, but found that he couldn't make a sound. The laughter and laughter of the former partners still echoed in my ears, and the pain choked in my throat.

The scene in the dream changed again, this is in Loulan City, the night is already very deep, in the sky, the residual stars are dotted, the bright moon is like jade, hanging with the sky. There was not a single pedestrian on the streets of the city. In the thick of the night, a veiled young woman in a long robe, holding a child about four or five years old, walked by in a hurry.

The young woman walked to the side of the street and gently put the child down. The child had beautiful eyebrows, and his face was stubborn and innocent. The young woman bent down and took the child downstairs very lovingly, she used her hands to *** his eyebrows, *** his eyes, and she forced the child into her arms. It took a long time for her to straighten the child and look at his face.

She spoke, her voice gentle and charming: "Child, my mother has something to leave, you wait for your mother here, okay?"

"Good. The child replied obediently, "But mother, where are you going?"

Her shoulders trembled slightly, and she said, "Mother is going to buy you your favorite shortbread, and you don't run around here, okay?"

"Yes. The child's eyes were full of trust: "Mother wants to come back soon." ”

This time, even her hands trembled a little, she straightened the child's clothes, straightened the scattered hair on the child's forehead, and then kissed the child's forehead deeply, stood up, turned to leave, and never looked back, afraid that when she turned back, her heart would be broken.

The children waited there and waited, and waited. Wait until the night is deeper, the moon is brighter, wait until the wind blows, the snow falls, wait until the morning light is faint, and the fish belly is white in the east. When the streets were crowded with people like water, and cars and horses were like dragons, the young woman was still nowhere to be seen.

He leaned against the corner of the street, and kept warming his hands with the breath in his mouth, he didn't understand why his mother hadn't come back. Why did my mother kiss herself so much last night? However, the weather is so cold, the stomach is so hungry, and there are many people here, but they are also very strange, why? Why hasn't my mother come back?

Nalan Xingtian looked at the child who was cowering in the corner, and looked at himself who was starving and freezing in the wind and snow, and his heart ached. Why? Why didn't my mother want me? Why did she abandon me, why did she give birth to me and not raise me, why was she so cruel to me? Why......

"Why?!!" Nalan Xingtian sat up suddenly, only to find that he was still in that cell.

He looked out through the skylight, and it was just dark. The cell was silent, and the rest of the cell was asleep.

By the way, it was just a dream.

But why is that dream so real?

Nalan Xingtian reached out and touched his face, tears already flowing down his cheeks.

Although it was not something I had experienced, it was just that I felt the sadness I felt.

There was a faint sound of a key opening the chains, and Nalan Xingtian hurriedly wiped away the tears on his face.

The door to the cell was opened, and a soldier entered, and with a wave of his whip made a crisp "snap," he cried out, "You bastards, do you think the cell is a place for you to sleep? ”

The slaves were woken up from their dreams by the sound of the soldier's whip and followed the soldier out of the cell. Walking through a cluttered path and then a long staircase, they stepped out of the underground cell and revealed a wide field of grass in front of them.

The slaves lazily lined up in a crooked line on the wide meadow, and the sky was bright and the morning breeze brought with it the slightly damp dew of the previous night.

A man who looked like an officer walked over, and he circled the ranks of slaves, and he sneered as he looked at the slanted and lazy columns.

The officer circled around the slave procession again, and this time, he swung the leather whip in his hand and struck at the slaves fiercely, and everywhere the leather whip went, the skin was open and the flesh was blurred.

With every whip, he said, "You are slaves, slaves are beasts, aren't they?" ”

He slammed into one of the slaves on the left side of the line, who had obvious hostility in his eyes and a look of reluctance to give in to his brow.

The officer kept whipping, repeating the phrase: "You are a slave, a slave is a beast, isn't it?"

"No, you bastard. The slave yelled.

"Is it?" asked the officer, whipping the slave.

"No, your grandfather and I are not slaves. The slave said.

"Good. The officer walked up to the slave and looked him in the face: "Good!"

The officer waved his hand: "Escort him down and throw him into the land of the damned, and let this hero who does not want to be a slave fend for himself in it." ”

The slave's face changed color when he heard the cursed lands, and two soldiers stepped forward to escort him out of the ranks of slaves.

The two soldiers escorted him away, and his last wail echoed in the morning breeze: "No, sir, I was wrong, I was wrong, I was a slave, I was a brute." ”

When the officer heard this, he sneered again: "I knew this was the case, why bother in the first place?"