Shaojun riding the sea

Chapter 11 Hug me please?
Lonely moon and cold stars, cold wind howling, there is a barren hill behind the Chongming Pagoda, and the corpses of officers and soldiers are usually burned on this hill, and a mass grave has also formed over time.

Wen Yanru carried a lamp and walked on the gloomy mountain road, Ji Zhiyue followed behind him, couldn't help but stretched out his hand, and gently grabbed Wen Yanru's clothes.

However, the young general was cold-faced and cold-hearted, and he didn't have the slightest sense of "pity the fragrance and cherish the jade". Instead, he turned his head and frowned and said, "Don't touch me, just follow closely."

Ji Zhiyue quickly withdrew her hand, and finally got the ice bump to agree to help, but she didn't dare to ask any more.

The two of them, one in front and one behind, meandered up against the night wind, and the sound of their heartbeats was extremely clear in the pitch-dark surroundings.

Ji Zhiyue held the glazed mirror tightly in one hand, and held a big cloth bag in the other. After a good deal of business, he said, "I don't need too many bones, so I just pick up some stumps and broken arms, and bring them down the mountain, near the reef, in the sea. For those places where centipedes often haunt, just set up a corpse pit trap, and it won't take too much time for you, General..."

As she was talking, a gust of cold wind hit her face, and a fallen leaf happened to cover the glazed mirror. She couldn't see clearly for a moment, and when her foot sprained, she fell forward and fell suddenly on Wen Yanru on the back.

"I, I, I didn't mean to!"

This time the girl panicked, regardless of the scratches on her feet, she was afraid of being rejected by the little general, so she got up reluctantly, and quickly raised her hands to show her innocence.

"General Xiaoyan, I, I never wanted to touch you, it's because the mountain road is too steep, I, I have eye problems, I can't see things clearly, and it's too dark here, so, that's why I..."

In the panic, the glazed mirror in her hand fell on the grass, and her vision was hazy. The girl squatted down and searched for a while, but suddenly touched a cold hand.

Before she could yell out, that hand grabbed her instead and stuffed something into her palm.

"Are you looking for this thing?"

The familiar touch came from the palm of his hand instantly, and Ji Zhiyue said pleasantly: "Yes, yes, it is this glass mirror, thank you, General Xiaoyan!"

It's also a coincidence, she was thrown into the air by Zhong Lisheng during the day, and when she fell into Wen Yanru's arms, she fumbled for a while, and in the end it was still the glazed mirror that Wen Yanru helped her find.

As a result, in the middle of the night, the young general found this object for her for the second time, but this time, she was not so lucky, because——

"Ah, my glazed mirror has been worn!"

The small round mirror, after several twists and turns, was finally "overwhelmed", with a few scratches, and it was hard to see clearly even if it was held up in front of the eyes.

"This glazed mirror is temporarily unusable, I have to go back and get the tools in the treasure chest to repair it, but I finally came here, and the young island master only gave the little bell three days, and there is no delay... "

If the bet is lost, Shi Xuanling will not only not be able to live in the Lanxin Courtyard, but will also have to be reduced to the status of a "criminal slave", serve hard labor, and be punished. Thinking of this, Ji Zhiyue couldn't help being anxious.

Without the glazed mirror, she is equivalent to half a "blind person". The back mountain is pitch black and steep and difficult to walk. It is almost impossible for her to move an inch.

Just as she was at a loss, someone lifted her arm and lifted her body into the air. The next moment, she landed firmly on a solid back.

"Little, General Xiaoyan..."

Ji Zhiyue's face was full of disbelief, and she didn't know where to put her hands, "You, didn't you let me touch you?"

"Stop talking nonsense, put away your lenses, go back and repair them, and they will still work, or you will really be blind!"

There was no trace of human touch in the cold words, but Ji Zhiyue didn't care, took the lantern, illuminated the mountain road for the young man, smiled on his back, and said softly:
"General Xiaoyan, you are such a good man. After I go down the mountain, let me modify your long gun? The body of the gun can be equipped with some mechanisms, and the tip of the gun can also be filled with gunpowder. It can be used for multiple purposes, and its power is infinite..."

The girl became elated when she mentioned weapon modification, and even fantasized to herself: "Next time you fight with Master Shao, it will definitely not be a tie again. You can use the spear I made for you, it will be absolutely easy!" Song can beat him!"

In the cold wind of the lonely moon and the twists and turns of the mountain road, the boy's voice suddenly sounded coldly, breaking Ji Zhiyue's longing and fantasy.

"No matter how many times we fight again and how powerful the weapon is, I will only fight him to a tie."

"Ah, why...why?"

Ji Zhiyue didn't realize it all at once, she turned her head a few times, and then her eyes lit up, and she blurted out: "I see, General Xiaoyan, you did it on purpose, you deliberately wanted to draw with Master Shao, right?"

The night wind came towards him, and the young man pursed his lips, but did not answer.

So the answer is self-evident. Thinking of Zhong Lisheng's arrogant appearance, Ji Zhiyue couldn't help "fighting against the injustice" for Wen Yanru: "Young island master is arrogant, arrogant and domineering, and he is indeed covering the sky with one hand on the island." , you are right in not wanting to offend him, it's just..."

"Don't say that." The young man suddenly interrupted Ji Zhiyue, and a clear and cold voice sounded under the moon: "Don't say that about A Sheng, I don't like it, A Sheng is actually...very pitiful."

"Yes, poor?"

Ji Zhiyue was suspicious for a moment and misheard, could this word be connected with Zhong Lisheng?

Maybe it was because the moon was too cold and the night was too quiet, so many things hidden in my heart wanted to be poured out unconsciously, and maybe it was because Zhong Lisheng was not willing to be "misunderstood" for no reason, and let a little girl speak so harshly behind his back.

In short, Bing Luan spoke, and the cold voice resounded faintly in the mountains, which made Ji Zhiyue hear a completely different Zhongli Sheng.

"I had just been stationed on Yunzhou Island for half a year, when the red slaves came to fight. That battle was very dangerous. The war ignited for three months. There were countless casualties, and I almost died..."

Ice Pimple doesn't know how to tell stories, her tone is flat, without any ups and downs, and she summed up the thrilling at that time in a few words, but fortunately, Ji Zhiyue has read a lot of books, throwing a word to her, she can immediately start a rich story Associating, constructing a detailed picture in your mind.

"At that time, Ah Sheng dragged me out of the pile of dead people, just like I carried you behind my back now. He carried me behind his back and walked into Yuncheng step by step, and took me to his mother's residence to heal my wounds..."

Yunzhou Island is roughly divided into three parts, the military camp, the mining area, and Yuncheng.

Yes, there is also a small city on this island. Slaves are active in the mining area. The original residents of the island live in the city. It is managed by the island and obeys the law and order, just like a small country.

Zhong Lisheng's mother lived in the city, but she always lived alone, unwilling to live with the island owner, Zhong Lisheng's father, Zhong Lixian.

"I didn't understand at first, why A Sheng carried me to his mother to recuperate. Later, when I got up in the middle of the night to change my medicine, I overheard the conversation between their mother and child. Then I realized... A Sheng, I just miss his mother." .”

In the empty hall, the boy in purple was sitting on a chair, his face was bloodstained, his hair was messy, and he still looked like he had just returned from the battlefield.

After he settled down to Wen Yanru, he just sat here without moving, and he didn't change his bloody clothes.

Behind a curtain, his mother sat there quietly, never showing her face, to see her son who managed to survive.

Finally, Zhong Lisheng said hoarsely: "Mother, if I really can't come back this time, you, will you... be a little sad?"

The boy raised his head, trembling even for breathing: "Even just a little bit?"

The hall was silent for a long time, before a cold voice came from behind the curtain: "Who will not die after a lifetime?"

"But I... am your son."

"It's no different, you and everything in the world, in my eyes, are no different."

That year Zhong Lisheng was still very young, strictly speaking, he was just a child.

Will be afraid of war, will be afraid of death, will be afraid of never seeing... loved ones again.

But when he survived desperately, dragged half his life back to the city, and returned to his beloved mother, his mother didn't even want to see him, and treated him as coldly as a stranger.

The little boy was extremely desperate, and his tense heartstrings finally broke completely.

"Mom, can you hug me...hug me, can you?"

He struggled to get up, but his legs were weak, and he knelt down on the ground, trembling all over, "I'm really scared, I'm really scared, too many people died, there's blood everywhere, I'm so scared... ..."

"Mom, please hug me, please, please hug me?"

The boy fell on the ground, crying and begging bitterly, like an abandoned puppy, only longing for a little love.

"Hold me, please, mother, please hug me..."

Wen Yanru in the dark couldn't bear to listen any longer. He had never seen someone cry so sadly, so sad and desperate that it seemed like the whole world was broken.

"Why don't you love me? Why don't you just love me? Why do mothers...don't love their children?"

The boy broke down crying, tears mixed with blood and flowed on the ground, his shoulders trembled, and he couldn't say a word: "Since you don't love me, then why, why did you give birth to me?"

"Do you think this is what I want?"

All the lamentable crying of the young man, in the end, only got this cold sentence from the man behind the curtain.

It is not my wish to give birth to you.

This may be the cruelest thing a mother can say to her child.

"A Sheng has been ill for a long time, and I have been taking care of him. From the beginning to the end, Mrs. Wan never showed up..."

Zhong Lisheng's mother's name is Wan Qinglin, she does not allow others to call her "Mrs. Zhongli", but can only call her "Mrs. Wan".

She seemed to want to get rid of Zhongli's family completely, even if it was her own child, she could ruthlessly cut it out from her heart without showing any warmth.

After this battle, Zhong Lisheng became very surly and ruthless, he acted dissolutely, deviant, almost naive and cruel, completely regarded human life as a child's play, and threw the criminal slaves into the sea to feed the sharks at every turn, no matter how Wen Yanru tried to persuade him to no avail.

"The owner of the island has practiced in seclusion all year round. He has lived in the city for a long time, and he has never cared about Ah Sheng. He said that he was born to raise a lonely ghost floating on this island. It is best not to be restrained by his parents. He doesn't care. Well, he is happy too... but is he really happy?"

The night wind was rustling, blowing over Ji Zhiyue's clothes and hair. She lay on Wen Yanru's back. After the boy finished speaking, he was silent for a long time, just when Ji Zhiyue thought he would never speak again. , but he suddenly said another sentence under the moon——

"If I were Ah Sheng's mother, when he came back from the battlefield that year, I would definitely give him a hug, wipe off the blood all over his body, and tell him, it's great that you survived."

(End of this chapter)