He poured himself a drink as if no one was around, sometimes quietly watching the man and woman who staged "The Widow Song" on the stage, and sometimes looking at the two clusters of phoenix flowers freshly placed in the bottle next to him. Someone came to add water food, and he didn't realize it.

He is the most secret guest in this wing building in the past hundred years, sitting in the most hidden position here, even the group of old customers of the wing building for decades no one knows him.

This is the left side of the stage, and this view can be faintly glimpsed of several big men carrying wine in the back room behind the curtain. His hearing was excellent, and he could effortlessly take in the bad jokes told by those big men, and laugh when he heard them. Sometimes I laugh at these people who don't live long, and they are trapped in the cage of these vulgar desires for a lifetime.

At this moment, in his consciousness, the entire Fanyi Building was quiet, the sound of opera on the stage, the sound of the big man moving wine behind the stage, the sound of the make-up drama talking and laughing, the staggered of the guests, the voice of the shopkeeper reprimanding the steward, and the sound of the child crying...... All stopped.

He noticed at a glance that she was curled up in the corner of the doorway, in shabby clothes, out of step with the noble guests who came and went here. It can be seen that she is very hungry, only staring at the running hall that delivers food, and is reluctant to leave her sight, as if she can have a full meal just by looking at it.

He sent the first-class attendant of the wing of this private room to invite her to come here to enjoy the food on the table, and leave by herself in her clothes. On the way downstairs, I passed by her. He heard the squire talking to her behind him.

After leaving the theater, it began to rain. Two men with umbrellas followed. A car was waiting for him at the side gate of the wing, and after a while, the group drove away.

Finally, she is going to appear in the story.

Ah Jing, who had a full meal, although she coveted the comfort and warmth of Fanyi Building, she didn't dare to stay for a long time because she didn't know the situation. When leaving, the attendant kindly gave her a beautiful umbrella, and she thanked her repeatedly.

Unexpectedly, not far from the door, a few ruffians stared at the precious umbrella in the hand of the tattered Ajing, and the two came up to grab the umbrella and left. Ah Jing was robbed of his umbrella in this rain, and he was overwhelmed by the rain, and he didn't think about where to go, only running, but it was raining everywhere......

The whole body is cold, and in this night, I don't know why the rain is so cold, hitting people like knives.

The faint trace of heat in Ah Jing's body is about to be exhausted.

It was late in the evening, and it was raining so hard that all the shops and markets were closed early. She tried to hide from the rain in some shops, but was kicked out by the disgusted shopkeepers.

The shopkeeper and the people were probably afraid that the rain would hit the house, so they closed the door of the shop one after another. Rao closed the doors and windows, and some of the bad rooms were already leaking, and the people in the house were also disturbed by the rain.

At this time, Ah Jing suddenly realized that no matter how big the world is, there is no place for himself. The warmth and satiety just now are nothing but illusory.

She was terrified in the rain. She thought: If I die now, no one will be sad, my corpse, which should be devoured by wild dogs, will rot and be ugly. Thinking of this, she cried, tears mixed with the rain that fell. Does it hurt when I'm eaten by a wild dog? If it hurts, then I don't want to die.

A thought came to her heart: I can also die, and if I die, I will be a hundred, but I just hope that I can cross that painful stage and lose consciousness directly. She was afraid that she would not die, but she was seriously ill, with only one breath left, hungry and bullied. There are many things she fears, after all, she has nothing. Every bad luck could kill her.

"I'm a fugitive slave from Qiao City, and the fate of fugitive slaves is miserable. The stories of the fugitives that came to Ah Jing's mind and heard them, and every fate went through one by one, and the more she thought about it, the more desperate she became, and her despair at that time was more than a little bit.

No one will take care of me. Thinking so, Ah Jing lay down in the rain and fell asleep...... After the rain stopped, the rain hit Ah Jing who was curled up on the ground like this, and her consciousness gradually blurred.

Spring flowers, summer insects, autumn birds, winter beasts...... These words come to mind.

"That's the day. Ah Jing opened his eyes in a dream.

also fell to the ground, Ah Jing curled up in ashes, hungry.

It didn't rain that day, and people came and went out of Qiaocheng, and no one noticed Ah Jing, because Chuqiao City was full of begging people, and thousands of people starved to death every day, and countless died of exhaustion. There was an old beggar sitting on the side of the road and saying, "Spring flowers, summer insects, autumn birds, winter beasts." He spoke slowly, but Jing remembered it clearly.

Ah Jing fainted in the rain...... That's the eight words that come to mind.

"Wake up. "There's a guy calling for Ajing.

"Wake up. Ah Jing heard it, and he couldn't tell whether it was a man or a woman in his dream, and this call was entangled with the story in the dream. The dream was very bitter and sweet, and Ah Jing was scared and reluctant to wake up. I dreamed of Jiao's home, which was simple and old, and it was a home for Ah Jing to be warm. There are a lot of old books from Pingpingguo, manga from Dashangguo, milk candy from Buyangcheng, and wine chocolates from merchants in Pasa Country......

That hut was a sacred place in Ah Jing's heart, with all the good things in it, and he was frozen at the age of eight or nine, with a thin and crooked eye when he smiled, and that thin little boy, Ah Jing thought he was the most beautiful person in the world......

Uncle Jiao's voice can be heard vaguely, and Ah Jing heard it in his dream and felt very relieved...... Summer days and kite flying afternoons running wildly with Jiao descendants all came to Ah Jing's mind.

Suddenly, Jiao's house faded and disappeared as if it had been blistered, and Ah Jing came to a very dark place, probably the underworld, Ah Jing thought. She walked to that intersection and arrived at an entrance, where there were many people queuing up, and Ah Jing saw a few familiar faces here: Grandpa Lu, Wang Ma, and Sister-in-law Chen...... Aren't they already dead? Then I'm dead too, Ah Jing thought.

They were queuing, expressionless, as if they couldn't see Ah Jing. There are a lot of people here, some of them are still dragging their families, and Ah Jing is like an outlier.

Ah Jing saw a person with a bunch of keys and beckoning to her. Ah Jing ran over without thinking, he led her to a small triangular door next to him, he opened the door for Ah Jing, and inside the door was a bright white world, through the triangular door frame, emitting a triangular light...... Ah Jing walked into that white world......

Suddenly, I felt a warm palm covering Ah Jing's forehead, and this warmth was enough for Ah Jing to return to this world. Who did this temperature come from? Ah Jing, who woke up, recalled it vigorously in his mind for a long time, but still couldn't remember anything.

How did you get here?

Ah Jing was a fugitive from Qiaocheng, and she was thankful that she survived, and she was still lying in a warm room, she felt like she was dreaming.

Jiao's home is all the warm memories in Ah Jing's subconscious, and sometimes he dreams of it if he misses it too much. Just now she had dreamed again, and she had dreamed of that strange underworld, triangular door, and she still remembered it clearly when she woke up.

Clothes have been changed!

Ah Jing subconsciously wanted to take out the small book wrapped in oiled paper in his arms, but it was gone! Open it and take a closer look, fortunately it is not wet, this thing is still there! Thinking of the scene when Jiao Yi's family was burned, Ah Jing was terrified. Put the little book and oiled paper back in your arms.

When I woke up, there was an old woman busy working in the house. Such an ordinary scene, Ah Jing has never seen before. Ah Jing wanted to ask her where this was, but found that he couldn't speak, and instantly a heavy sleepiness hit, Ah Jing yawned, and lay down to sleep again.

The old woman, who had just laid down the needlework basket, saw that she had woken up and fallen asleep, came to look at her, and hummed a song,...... When this song sounded, she saw a thin triangular light mark looming between Ah Jing's forehead, and muttered, "Sure enough." ”

Probably because of the lack of energy, I slept for seven days. Ah Jing has never slept for such a long time, and subconsciously there are people around who are busy before and after, these are all impressions.

I woke up refreshed and thinner than when I came.

The old woman came to the bed with porridge and said, "There is a slave girl in the city, and it is you." ”

Ah Jing's pupils contracted when he heard this.

"When you get here, you don't have to worry. The old woman said as she helped Ah Jing put a cushion behind her back. "I burned your slave clothes. Come, drink the porridge. She said.

This bowl of slightly sweet white porridge brought back Ah Jing's palate.

"What kind of place is this?" asked the old woman.

"This is Tao House. The old woman wiped the corners of Ah Jing's mouth and continued: "You just have to recuperate here with peace of mind, and you don't have to worry about the fugitive slaves. The old woman said.

"Thank you for saving me, I can't reciprocate it. I ......" Ah Jing was terrified, she was thinking about what to use to repay this life-saving grace.

"I just don't need a helper, if you are willing, help me sweep the courtyard, I am old, and my children have their own families. If you don't dislike it, stay and help me, and it's just right to avoid the limelight. The old woman looked at Ah Jing with a smile.

Ah Jing's eyes moistened, "I do." Ah Jing nodded incessantly.

It turned out that the old woman's name was Grandma Feng, and she was the wet nurse of this Tao Mansion, and Master Tao Lian was raised by this Feng's mother.

Tao Lian has a son named Tao Sheng. Ah Jing heard from the people in the house that he was brought back by Tao Sheng. Put it here to recuperate at Grandma Feng. That day, Tao Sheng also went to Su Yilou to listen to the play, but he didn't expect to be blocked by Ajing who fell to the ground on the way back, so he took it back to the house, which can be regarded as a good deed.

Every day out of Qiaocheng came to this Taojiang City to arrest the escaped slaves, and the slaves who were caught were all executed.

It is also because of this that the slaves who left Qiao City are the least of the few slave cities that have run out. Although it was the least, because the slaves were oppressed by harsh hard labor, there were people running out every day.

Ordinary people would not dare to save slaves. It was in Tao Mansion that this was possible. Saving a slave is just a casual act of kindness. Tao Sheng didn't pay attention to it, and after a few days, he almost forgot about it.

Ah Jing wrote it down.

The first chapter is out of the slave city