long night walk

Chapter 311

Liu Feng Huixue swept across Ji Ting's body silently, he slowly closed his eyes, pursed the corners of his lips, and spoke in a hoarse voice after a long while.

"She doesn't know, she doesn't know anything, she doesn't know that I've been carrying human life since the day I entered the city, I don't know that I actually don't know many words, I don't know that I'm a robber, a thief, who stole the original The happiness of her brother."

At this moment, Bailian lowered his eyes: "You are so cruel."

Ji Ting raised his head, looked up at the night sky, and said stubbornly: "I'm right, I don't regret it."

He threw away his name, because it wasn't a good name at all, and it was no different from the cheap names of the beggars in the ruined temples.

As he said, he is a rotten fish and a stinky shrimp in the mud, and whenever there is a life-saving straw, he will madly tighten it without moral bottom line.

Meng Chengzhi was his life-saving straw, and so was Ji Ting.

He is a born criminal, a refugee between the earth, cold and hunger are his companions, and he needs to rely on a dull rust short knife to compete with wild dogs and beggars for food.

There were times when he was ill, especially that night, the wound on his body that was bitten by the sharp teeth of the wild dog became inflamed and pus, his body had a high fever, his eyes were red, and even a cold steamed bun had to be snatched by him, How can there be money to see a doctor and get medicine.

He could only fall on the wild side, holding a short knife, waiting for his breath.

It was Ji Ting who saved him.

At that time, Ji Ting was only 13 years old. He was orphaned as a teenager, and he brought a young girl with him.

Because of the war and the great famine, his parents were divorced and separated from his second sister Ji Ying.

After the death of his mother, the two brothers and sisters had nothing to rely on, so he took his sister to Xianling City to find his biological father and second sister.

In his memory, Ji Ting was a frail and sickly scholar, suffering from tuberculosis and dying soon.

If he was at peace in a corner and recuperated from his illness, he could have lived longer, but he couldn't worry about his young sister. After he died, how should the two-year-old young sister survive.

He didn't want Ji San'er to become a product circulated in the hands of the old woman before she grew up, and he also didn't want her to become a child bride who watched her grow up in the eyes of other families.

So the young man carried his luggage, held the younger sister's hand, and took the little entanglements and rations that were left over, heading towards the fairy city on earth that everyone yearned for.

He promised his mother that he would take good care of his sister.

Traveling all over the Qianmo countries, not seeking medical treatment for medical treatment, but only for the promise of mountains and rivers.

It's just that he doesn't know that the years are cold and the world is inevitably absurd.

Ji Ting rescued a young man who was about to die at Nobe, and wrapped the few remaining coils to get medicine for his wounds.

The two brothers and sisters traveled through mountains and rivers, and were already tired and hungry. The two-year-old girl bit her fingers and drooled, watching Ji Ting give him the last sesame cake, she cried, 'Brother, I'm hungry. '

The teenager Ji Ting touched her head and coaxed softly: "San'er, this brother is ill, we gave him the cake, went to Xianling City, and found your second sister, and my brother took you to fat roast chicken. "

How did he get that biscuits?
Oh, remembered.

He was like a very hungry vicious dog, eating up the sesame cake in front of the little girl, without any intention of leaving a bite for this brother and sister.

He heard the three words Xianling City clearly and clearly.

So a thought arose in my mind.

At night, after drinking the bowl of hot soup and medicine that the boy had prepared for him, he sharpened his knife on an old stone outside the ruined temple while the two of them were sleepy.

He was afraid that the knife in his hand would be too dull to kill anyone.

But it turned out that the boy was really very ill.

When a knife stabbed into his heart and lungs, he didn't even have the strength to struggle, so he could only hold on to his collar, his eyes couldn't even show resentment and anger, as if the last emotion was only a humble pleading.

What he wanted, he naturally knew.

He didn't kill Ji San'er, it wasn't because of his pleading that he wanted to use her identity to become Ji Ting.

I thought that a two-year-old baby could easily make her obedient and honest with a few threats with a knife.

But he frightened her all the way, beat her all the way, until she arrived at the gate of Xianling City, she was still crying for the murderer.

At that time, it was really strangling her heart!
Before entering the city, he hung Ji San'er under a tree for one night, and threatened her viciously that if he couldn't hold his tongue any longer, he would kill her second sister and go to accompany your dead brother.

Although the little girl was temporarily frightened, he knew that this was not a long-term solution.

She always has the opportunity to reveal her identity.

But he didn't care, because he didn't plan to live with them for the rest of his life under the name of Ji Ting, as long as he infiltrated this rich family and took away the money.

But he never thought that God was playing a big joke with him.

The wealthy family in his mind, but only a lonely young girl, guarding a small town noodle restaurant alone.

And Ji San'er was hanged under a tree, and the cold wind blew all night, suffered a serious illness, burned her brain, and forgot about the broken temple.

The wealthy Ji family does not exist.

Gold and silver treasures are even more unrelated to him.

He threw the curly-edged dagger, washed his hands clean, and wore the old Confucian shirt of a juvenile scholar.

He became Ji Ting, continuing the touching story of this brother-sister reunion.

It's just that no one knows that the person in this play has already become someone else.

He didn't know what he was doing. At night, when the lamp shadow shook the candle, he watched the strange girl sitting by the bed to mend the crack in his heart. In a strange way, he called her. .

Ji Yingshu opened her eyes, raised her eyebrows, looked at her brother under the lights, and smiled softly at him.

My heart trembled inexplicably, as if a drop of clean water suddenly fell from the ink stains that had been deposited for a long time, and it was clearly rubbed there.

He suddenly remembered a sentence Ji Ting had said before his death, and he clearly didn't care much at the time, but at this moment, it came to his mind with incomparable clarity.

He said to her: "Tomorrow, I will take you and your little sister to the city to eat fat roast**?"

Ji Ying sewed up the old Confucian shirt in her hand, the stitches were dense and rigorous, and the crack at the heart of the shirt seemed to be healed. She handed out the shirt and bent her eyes: "Okay."

The past floats up like a dream, and then fades away like a bubble.

Ji Ting's unshakable voice resounded under the night: "Everything is suffering, I can only pass it by myself, I don't regret it."

Fang Geyu hugged his chest and sneered: "It's not human, it's not as good as a dog."

Ji Ting looked at her: "I also thought about being a good person, but at that time, did you people who were born with precious life take me as a person?"

(End of this chapter)