General is ferocious: arrogant lady, don't escape

"Uncle, it's snowing heavily. You'd better send him elsewhere. If you leave him here, he will really freeze to death." I don't know where such compassion comes from. But whether it's a madman or an alcoholic, it's a life at least.

"Tut tut Tut, where can I send it in the middle of the night? What trouble! "

I see that the other party doesn't seem to have so much patience and has the posture of patting his ass and leaving. He had to win him over with good words: "uncle, he doesn't look very old. If there is anything wrong, how sad the family will be. Let's help him. "

"The little girl has a soft heart." He smiled at me, then scratched his scalp and thought again and again: "my son works in the Yamen and doesn't come back at night, but the house is empty. But if I take such a drunkard back... I have to scold my old woman to death. And you see, I don't know the bottom... What if it's a villain? "

I also understand his concern. After all, there are great security risks in staying with a stranger: "you're right."

But I immediately remembered a popular saying in the 21st century - it's difficult to find the police.

"By the way, uncle, is your son working in the Yamen? Well, let's send him to the Yamen and give him to the messenger. " I'm so clever.

"Is this... Appropriate?"

I guess he didn't even think about it. The Yamen also has this function, so he said to him slightly seriously: "if this person is a good citizen, the government has the responsibility to protect his life. If he is a villain, doesn't he just send him in to eliminate harm for the people? "

Uncle listened to me eagerly, patted my thigh and praised me: "it makes sense! Come on, give me a hand and help him up. " Then he got up, put away the gongs and drums, and picked up one of the drunkard's arms.

Without saying a word, I went to the other side of the drunk to help.

When we counted down one, two, three, gritted our teeth and set him up, we just took a step. We couldn't tell who slipped under our feet. The three fell to the ground together.

"Oh, hey, smelly boy, it's so heavy!" Uncle was angry and scolded. But I can't blame him for his temper, because he, like me, became the drunk Simmons mattress, which was pressed so hard that he couldn't find the North

Uncle saw that I really wanted to hit people with my fist and quickly stopped me: "ah, girl, forget it. Don't worry about drunk people." He doesn't know that this dead drunk can recognize my softest part every time and bump into me. Who can bear it?

"Don't stop me!" I know that at the moment, I am probably like a furious mother husky, with a head and face of snow foam, showing my teeth, and I have to bite off a pinch of hair.

"Don't be impulsive..."

Finally, under the stumble, in the bleak wind and snow, the three people walked hard near the official road.

Uncle suddenly asked curiously, "you said you've seen him. Where have you seen him?"

I was so tired that I was gasping for breath. I didn't speak neatly: "don't you know? Today... A madman splashing on the street... "

"Oh, that's him?" He turned his face and looked contemptuously at the man on his shoulder“ He's so crazy. I knew I wouldn't care about him. "

I chuckled and said to myself, "I heard... He is a great general. If so, we have made great contributions to guarding the territory."

Unexpectedly, the uncle sneered: "hehe, listen to those silly women's nonsense."

"Is... Nothing?"

"There are great generals." Speaking of this, he paused and seemed to fall into a short memory: "you know, we are in a mess with Zhao nianbing, which is unbearable. Since more than two years ago, a great young general has come from Luoyang. With more than 100000 soldiers, he closed several cities here and guarded them as solid as gold. Well, you're not local? Why don't you know anything? "

I was anxious to hear what he said. I didn't care about his doubts. Then I asked, "what happened later?"

"Later, as the women said, something happened in his family and his mother-in-law died."

Hearing this, I was more and more puzzled: "what did you say just now is nonsense?"

"I mean, I saw the general with my own eyes. His face is whiter than the snow. It's the kind of beautiful girl that girls rarely see. How could it be such a smelly and untidy thing? " At this point, he laughed, released a hand and patted the drunk on the head.

Unexpectedly, the drunk muttered with pain and hid his face on my side. Fortunately, I'm used to the uncomfortable smell on him, but when his breath blows in the nest of my neck, an unspeakable sense of dizziness and trembling instantly crawls all over my body.

Uncle cried and laughed: "ah, shit! I really don't know whether I'm really drunk or pretending to be drunk. I'll go to the girl! "

I couldn't help but turn around and look at his side face with his eyes closed. He was so close to me that I could touch his chin on tiptoe. But the falling snow made him look far away from me. I couldn't see his facial features clearly. I can only vaguely feel that the lines on his side are exquisite and elegant, and it is estimated that it will never be ugly after cleaning up. Unfortunately, just like when I saw him during the day, he even looked so sad when he fell asleep.

I can't bear to look again. I turn my eyes elsewhere, look at the government Yamen in the high gate and broad courtyard not far away, look at the sky where snowflakes fly, and look at his toes that shrink back from time to time

The sight suddenly blurred. It must be snow, not my tears. He is just a stranger. I sympathize with him at most. It will never be heartache. How can it be! How?

I rubbed my eyes and took the long towel from my neck. I wanted to cut the barely warm coarse cloth into two pieces with his knife and wrap his feet. This is the only way I can think of under such bad circumstances.

But although my brain was not stiff, my movements were as slow as a snowman. Before I held the long towel in my hand for two seconds, I was blown two or three meters away by a gust of wind.

I immediately let go of his arm and stepped away to try to catch up. But just out of the second step, a whole piece of cold behind him was dissipated by a sudden temperature. When I realized that I had been tightly held in my arms by this strange man, two vague, hoarse and slightly crying words also gently knocked in my ear - "lady." For a moment, there were only two voices left in my world, me and his heartbeat.

I was completely stunned, angry at his reckless behavior, and ashamed of the inexplicable frenzy in my heart. Even if I can never go back to the 21st century, I will never see my fiance Jiang Haoran again. But the man behind me is really a stranger to me! Don't be such a fool, will you? No matter how beautiful his eyes are and how beautiful his side face is, he is also a strange drunkard and madman!

I struggled hard to get rid of his arms, and another warm plea rang in my ear“ Don't go. Don't wake me up. "

I continued to try to break his arm around my waist and said helplessly, "you admit your mistake, I'm not..."

"You are. I always remember your taste... I never dare to forget it. " As he spoke, he put his face on my neck, breathed heavily, and spoke softly and sadly“ Please don't go. This is the first time I dreamed of you. You must be blaming me, so you don't want to see me, do you? "

"Should I... Blame you?" I stopped struggling and asked tentatively. Those folk rumors linger in my heart. Is this man really a disaster for Lanyan, as legend has it? But as soon as I asked, I felt ridiculous. What does this have to do with me? It's shameful to pry into other people's privacy, you know, Gong Yueyue?

"It's not that I don't want to accompany you. When I avenge you, I will find you. I will never leave you alone. Don't blame me... Occasionally, come and see me... Ok... "

"Okay?"

Hearing his choking answer, the shame in my heart became stronger. How could such a infatuated man be a disaster? What kind of woman is lucky enough to make a man love her so much? Even if her life is short, it's worth it.

Like myself. Although I only lived for more than 20 years in that glorious era, I have had a perfect family and perfect lovers, which is nothing to regret. But why, in the deepest part of my heart, the incurable pain and pain will become so strong at this moment?

Is it because his experience with his wife is similar to that of Jiang Haoran and me? It must be so!

I found an excuse for my inexplicable compassion. I no longer struggled. I just stood quietly in the snow and let his wide and humid embrace melt my whole body. Finally, I couldn't help reaching out and holding his arm

"This smelly boy. Let go, let go, let go! "

I don't know how long later, the warmth we shared was torn apart by people's hands and feet.

I turned my back to him and didn't dare to see his face. But I know that water drops keep falling from the bottom of my eyes.

"Madam... Wait for me..." his trembling plea rang behind my back again and hit the soft part of the bottom of my heart.

"Hey, this boy is really drunk!"

"Go in and clean him up and wake him up!"

When the Yamen guards drove him past me, I heard the irritability and anger in their tone, and I couldn't help worrying. Suddenly, I saw a soft mass on the ground. When I came forward and picked it up, I found that it was the glove that the drunk had been wearing.

"Wait a minute." I ran up to him and put on his gloves again. His hands were rough, cold and weak. The terrible scars on both wrists are like a pair of handcuffs, which seem to be difficult to heal forever.

I felt as if he was shivering with cold, so I took off my cotton padded jacket and put it on him on tiptoe. As he approached, his breath gently hit me on the face, which made me feel an inexplicable agitation again. I don't understand why I, who like to keep a safe distance from people on weekdays, have no resistance to the breath of this strange man. Although he looked no different from the tramp, although his smell made almost everyone close to him frown and avoid