That night coincided with the Lantern Festival, when families were reunited, and the streets were full of all kinds of lanterns, and the big and small lanterns were very lively. In this boiling prosperity, someone was forced to leave, leaving behind a word.

And if anyone sins against me, he will pay ten.

So, he brought a generous gift to Xu Zhiliu, and Anan was imprisoned for adultery.

"How can a ten-year-old do that kind of pickled thing?"

"His father did the same thing, what's impossible."

"What the doesn't care?"

"The old lady lingers on the sickbed all the year round, and the child is wild when he is young, stealing chickens and touching dogs. It's a sin, and I think about those things in my head, and I really have a mother to raise and not a mother. ”

"Who's in that church?"

"I heard it's my brother."

"And my brother?"

"No, I've heard that I'm still a reader. Ouch, the scholar teaches this kind of younger brother? What kind of books are you reading? ”

"Looking at the appearance of others, Xu is soaring outside, and he doesn't care about the life or death of his mother and younger brother at home. But if you take care of it, you won't do this kind of ugly thing that kills a thousand knives! ”

……

Xu Zhiliu stood in the Fuliang County Court, his ears were filled with such malicious speculation, contempt, temptation and insults, and a strong and indissoluble depression suddenly rose in his chest. As Anan pleaded every time he fought him: "You knew you reprimanded me when I was fighting, so where were you when I was beaten?" They all say that you are out there and in charge of the jobs of hundreds of people, and you will definitely have a bright future in the future. And me? Every day, in addition to going up to the tree to dig birds' eggs, going down to the river to fish and shrimp, I am a weasel who runs all over the mountains to catch chickens, and Ah Huang gives birth to a litter of cubs, there is no milk, I have to find a way to nourish it. Do you want to say that I have nothing to do, but I am no better than you, at least a little better than you, no matter how late I go home. What about you, how many times a year do you go home? Do you know that my mother kept calling your name when she was sick and confused! She was afraid that she would not be able to see you for the last time, and cried and wanted you to come back. You are so unfilial, you are a son of man in vain! And I'm even more ashamed to have a brother like you! ”

Disgrace.

Xu Zhiliu couldn't help but think of all these years, in order to make a living, diligent in kiln work, and exhausted, thinking that he could change a stable life for his mother and Anan by himself. Now, it doesn't seem like what they were looking for.

In any case, it was his dereliction of duty.

At this time, Anan was escorted to the hall and knelt down with his hands folded behind him. Xu Zhiliu met his gaze, and the little child stubbornly looked away, and shouted loudly with only one temperament: "It's not me!" ”

Xu Zhiliu believed him.

Although the father died unjustly, the shadow on their family has not dissipated, and the stain is like a shadow, Anan has been blinded and bullied since childhood, and is far more precocious than ordinary children. Although he is young and vigorous, he often fights with others, but his heart is not bad.

He believed that Anan was a man and would never commit adultery/adultery or women's affairs.

Xu Zhiliu asked to go to court with the victim, not wanting the woman to be suspected of being humiliated, so she hanged herself at home last night, and died without proof for a while. No matter how Anan explained, he had never seen the woman, and no one believed her. Fuliang Zhixian even insisted that Anan did it, which made people torture.

Anan was pressed to the ground and gritted his teeth and roared, blood stains spilling from between his teeth and still refusing to let go, like a fierce beast rebelling against the public power of the world. Only he was still a young beast, not yet grown, and he had no sharp claws and teeth, so he could not win justice for himself, and he was dying in a short moment.

Xu Zhiliu couldn't help but step forward and hug him anymore. What gentleman's manners, what literati backbone, what justice and innocence, all of them are farts! He hugged the trembling brother, and suddenly sadness came from it.

Why did he work hard for ten years and still not escape such a humiliating fate? Why is my father's tragedy repeated? Why do you want to let the evil consequences he planted be retributed to Anan?!

It was a night of heavy rain and a cold spring in March.

In front of a private mansion in the west lane of the Imperial Kiln Factory, the door was slammed down. Because of the sound like a bell, it attracted many workers from nearby kiln factories. After a while, the vermilion gate opened, and the left and right servants came out, holding umbrellas for the middlemen to block the wind, serving tea and watching the lights, and the family slaves stopped in front of them to make a protective gesture.

At that moment, except for the sound of rain, everything in the heavens and the earth turned into dead silence.

An Nineteen put his hands in his warm pockets, kicked away the house slave and stepped forward, looking directly at the sharp blade in the thunder and lightning. Very well, although he was only eighteen, he did not want to see him as a teenager, this is a scheming young man. Even if he was embarrassed in the rain, the raised head and the upward spine made him dare not despise it.

He was the lowest servant in the inner court, despised by hundreds of civil and military officials, and suffered three thousand trials in the harem, and he would never want to return if he left that palace wall. I never thought that thousands of miles away, I could still see the same eyes, revealing the same ridicule and contempt, making him feel like he had been stripped naked, without the slightest dignity.

Fighting for a life that his godfather had only regained after years of operation, and made meritorious contributions to supervising the crime of Wanshou porcelain, all the humiliation was attributed to him - Xu Zhiliu! He hated and was so angry that even if he died, he would be buried with him, and on the way back, he thought of thousands of ways to kill him, but he suddenly changed his mind face to face.

It's too painful to die. Isn't he righteous and awe-inspiring? That is good, that is, let him dismantle the righteousness in the hearts of the young man little by little.

"The rain butterfly with broken wings, no matter how high it once flies, will be in the dust after all. What is the difference between a scholar who loses his pen and my eunuch? You should have understood this a long time ago. "An Nineteen commanded," the little proprietor rushed back from Fuliang in the starry night, presumably not having eaten yet. Come on, go to the back kitchen and serve a bowl of hot soup. ”

"Father-in-law, there is no soup in our back kitchen, only one bowl is left for Ah Huang."

"Ah Huang is a dog, how can he be compared with the little owner?"

Everyone laughed.

"It's already cold, put it in the dog basin, I'm afraid it's ......"

"Yes, it's raining outside." An Nineteen said, "Why are you stunned?" Why don't you hold an umbrella for the little proprietor and bring another clean clothes. It's just that I have eunuch clothes here, and I'm afraid that the little proprietor won't be used to wearing them. ”

"No need." Xu Zhiliu finally spoke, "Say, how can I let my brother go?" ”

An Shijiu smiled and said in a brisk tone: "This is not a tone of begging people to do things. ”

Xu Zhiliu closed his eyes, and the disturbances in the world stopped at this moment, leaving only his mother's gentle call in his ears: Brother Liu, save your brother. His voice paused slightly: "Lord An, I beg you." ”

An Nineteen raised his eyebrows: "It's good to say, I will not be unforgiving, say that I will return one to ten, you designed it for me twice, and today I will kowtow to twenty rings, and since then the grievances will be written off, you and I will work together to make contributions to the Jiangxi pottery industry." ”

"You dream, you dream!" I don't know when, a group of workers from the Hutian kiln ran over. Shi Nian shouted in the crowd: "Childe doesn't ask for him, don't!" ”

Ann Nineteen let them quarrel, only laughing and not speaking. A moment later, dozens of tall caretakers poured out behind him.

The commotion stopped abruptly.

Xu Zhiliu was already ready to leave, even if his feet were heavy, he was ready to leave, temporarily let go of his mother's call and Anan's cry for help, and find a trace of clarity between heaven and earth. The crowd who didn't want to be silenced suddenly, the uniform movement still shocked him.

He looked up at the boundless night, and the clarity finally disappeared with the wind.

Power can really play people in the palm of your hand. For example, if his ordinary mustard is not allowed to be trampled on by the powerful? is a eunuch, a dog with human power, and can destroy a home, a kiln, and the simple kindness of the common people with his fingers.

Power is really a supreme good thing.

The rain hasn't stopped overnight.

In the most dense kiln area in Jingdezhen, a young man was stumbling on the lion alley, and the rain poured down from his head, gradually blurring his vision and blocking his mouth and nose. He exhaled with his mouth open, one hand dragging at the man behind him.

The man was dragged all the way, apparently with little strength, and fell limp under his feet and fell into the water. The boy suddenly lost his strength, and the whole person also fell on his heels, and the tearing sound couldn't help but overflow between his lips, and the boy seemed to have no strength at all, and he was silent in the rainy night. Then in the next moment, he stood up like a cheetah again, and couldn't help but drag the person up, drag, hold, and push forward.

When he was listening to a book in a teahouse, he came across a man who told him about his encounter with a young lady in the field. Ben was ashamed and wanted to leave, but he heard the man pop out a few words of Fuliang dialect one after another. He was suspicious in his heart, and stepped forward to inquire, but the man was hesitant and couldn't tell the time and place of the affair, and his face changed greatly when he mentioned that a woman in Fuliang County had been humiliated and hanged at home recently. He expected that this person was the real murderer, and after committing the crime, he absconded to Jingdezhen, and he couldn't help showing off his evil deeds for a while before he was recognized, and wanted to arrest him to go to the county office, but the man immediately jumped out of the window and fled.

He chased all the way, and the two were entangled in the winding alley for half the night, and the man was finally defeated. On the way, he heard people talk about the kiln factory, and he couldn't wait to send people to the government, so he hurried back.

But he was still a step too late.

On the muddy mound, he sank into a puddle with one foot, trying to rub the corners of his eyes, not knowing whether it was rain or tears, salty and astringent, and the pain made him throb. He saw that the waves were surging, the demons were scattered, and the man was left alone.

O gods, the mighty tree has fallen.

He saw the man bend down, bow his head little by little, and slide into the abyss.

Why haven't the gods come into the world yet? Is it okay for him to pray to the god of fire? He wanted to run over, but his feet sank deeper and deeper, and his voice was blocked in his throat, and he couldn't get out. He saw the man meet his eyes in the afterglow, and there was a smile on his lips.

Bang.

It was as if something was shattering in the bottom of my heart.