Stories Of Nine Cities

"Mengliang!" Hearing Meng Liang's words, Duan Li couldn't help staring and drinking. Fang Su also frowned at him.

"What are you doing? At this point, what else do you want? Are you really going to hide it from her for the rest of your life? " Meng Liang said mercilessly, then went to jun'er and arrested him.

"Meng Liang, don't mess around!" Duan Li also stands up and stares at Mengliang.

"Brother Meng, calm down. If Uncle Lin knows..." Fang Su looks at Meng Liang and jun'er and doesn't know what to do.

"Now I'm afraid he knows what? The young master has been looking for so many years, but he can't find it. If he doesn't find a way, how many people will die? Do you really have to wait until everyone dies to regret it? " Meng Liang roared fiercely, and at the same time, he grasped jun'er hard, and let the latter frown.

"What do you mean dead?" Although on the arm ache, the gentleman son still understand of frown asked a sentence.

"It means literally. Don't you want to know why you have to be? Because I can't live without you, I can't live without you Everyone will die. " Meng Liang, who said this, looked coldly at jun'er's heart, and then looked forward at Duan Li with the same complicated expression.

"Brother Meng!" Is that so serious? Fang Su looks back at jun'er. He is worried that he wants to stop talking. But before he can figure out how to open his mouth, jun'er has already said something in a low voice.

"Good! I'd like to see why I have to! " But Liang jun'er couldn't hide his cold smile.

"Don't regret it." Meng Liang said, pushing Duan Li away, and then dragged jun'er out.

"Mengliang!" Duan Li, who is about to catch up with him, looks back at Lin Xiaoxun. Then he hears Fang Su say something.

"You go! I'll keep it Fang Su's words make Duan Li look at him and nod, then turn around and chase him out.

Looking at the crowd's sight disappearing outside the door, Fang Su in the room couldn't help sighing. When he looked back at Lin Xiaoxun, he pursed his mouth and clenched his hand into a fist.

Although we can foresee the other party's reaction after knowing this, it has become impossible to conceal the truth when jun'er already knows his identity.

"Uncle Lin, I still can't keep it!" Fang Su murmured at Lin Xiaoxun and whispered. He wiped his eyes with a wet smile. Then he sat in front of the bed and passed the time.

Mengliang takes jun'er to leave the cottage in the mountains and whistles twice on the back mountain path. Then he sees a horse running out of the woods. Before he is surprised, jun'er is caught on the horse's back by Mengliang.

All the way to Fengchi electric engine, jun'er's vision is a little fuzzy, and he doesn't know where Mengliang is going, let alone how long Mengliang has been running. He only remembers running from dawn to dark, and finally stops at a cliff.

At dusk, the vast land seems to extend without boundary, which is different from the mountains behind. The desolation in front of you makes you a little surprised. You don't even know how you were captured by Mengliang.

As the sky became dim, a bunch of bonfires lit up under the cliff, and the shabby shacks were also looming in the light of the fire. The bony and down-to-earth figures shuttled in front of the fire, making jun'er dumbfounded.

"This is What's going on? Jun'er looks back at Meng Liang blankly.

"Don't you want to know why you want to revive the painting? That's the reason. " Meng Liang looked back at jun'er, his face was expressionless, and he didn't seem to have any mood swings, but he couldn't hide the trembling after clenching his hands.

"What do you mean?" Jun'er doesn't understand. Who are these people? Why is it the reason for the revival of Jiaotu? Why did he bring her here?

Meng Liang looks at jun'er and doesn't know where to start. He's really not good at doing such things, but if he doesn't, people in front of him will never be able to imagine such reality, so

"They are all the people of Jiaotu." Duan Li, who didn't know when he appeared, came out of the woods. Meng Liang was relieved by his appearance.

Although Duan Li glared at him, Meng Liang didn't mean to smile. He stepped aside and waited for Duan Li to continue to speak, while jun'er was also waiting.

Looking at jun'er, Duan Li sighs in his heart, but he still tells us what he knows. It's not only the unknown history of Jiaotu, but also the truth of Jiaotu.

The Jiaotu people in those years were all expelled to the wilderness after the war. They lost their homes and their relatives. They had nothing but to live on the wilderness.

The so-called wilderness, as you can see, has nothing. It is totally different from the mountains and mountains that jun'er thought. The real wilderness is a plain with nothing.

At the beginning, we all worked hard with hope, but every inch of the cultivated land would be taken away by the eight prefectures under the high tax, and there was no hope at all.

As a result, everyone had to sell their coolies in order to make a living. Some of them left the barren land and lived like jun'er. But some of them were not as skilled as others. In the end, many of them died, such as those who died in mines and those who failed to watch mountains.The rest of the people have no conditions or skills. In the end, only personal business is left. Those who are not willing to stay are bandits. They beg for food from heaven, save their lives, and abandon all moral and human relations. Just like Lei Hu, they only want to live happily.

Such a life is not good or bad, but compared with a woman without a decent labor force, it is complete.

They can't survive like men. Women can only sell their craft. But if the craftsmen are taken away, it means that the craft is lost. Without the conditions of learning and inheritance, the rest of them can only be sold. Because they are hard to support themselves, how can they spare the strength to support a loser?

It's doomed to be a slave from birth. Does it sound miserable? But what about someone who can only be used as a plaything to drink and have fun from birth? In order to live and have to break up the family, as many as the stars, no one can settle.

"Not everyone can be like us." When it comes to the end, Duan Li is left with such a low voice, and jun'er is already at a loss.

"Jiaotu has been exterminated for 16 years, and now it's quite human, but we're just here." Meng Liang said and lowered his head, but he didn't know what to think of.

What do you mean? Murmuring and spitting, he looked back and forth from the broken cliff.

"Why not live like us? Wouldn't it be nice to live in the village together? " As long as everyone is willing to work hard, there will always be a way, won't there? They didn't start like they are now, and they also paid a lot to get their life now, so

Jun'er looks at the silent Duan Li and Meng Liang. She doesn't know why they don't respond, so that she can't help but gnash her teeth with anxiety.

"Lord, how many people do you think there are like this?" Duan Li looked at jun'er in a low voice. The whole Jiaotu city was occupied, and all the people were expelled. Except the dead and wounded, as long as the people of Jiaotu could not avoid the catastrophe, she knew how many people were there?

"No, it's...!" Jun'er looked back to the cliff, for a moment, because the sky was dark and the campfire lit up in turn, spread and spread the vision, as if there was no end to the horizon, see jun'er completely silly.

"This is just one of the wilderness gathering places. Far away, in more desolate places, there are more Jiaotu people in distress. They can only be sold and enslaved by the eight cities. They have no freedom and dignity, not to mention the people who have been exiled and sold in this continent." Meng Liang looks at jun'er and clenches his fist.

"No one knows what the people who have been bought and sold have experienced, and no one knows what such a life is. What they fear more than death is to live in such pain, but they have to live." When Duan Li comes to the end, his tone is low and his words are sonorous.

"Because the young master is still alive, one day, Jiaotu will revive, they will take back everything they lost, they will live in the sun again, and they will get the freedom to dominate themselves." When it comes to freedom, there is a burning light in Meng Liang's eyes.

What! Jun'er stood in the same place, trembling all over, her lips trembling, because she didn't know what else she could say, and she couldn't say the retorts.

Is that why she disguises herself as a man? Is that why she has to be the flag of the cry? Because she is the hope of everyone alive! Is that what she has to be?

However, what she wanted was the safety of the people around her, not the common people! Mingming thought so in her heart, why can't she say anything against it? Tears in the eyes kept spinning, but jun'er could not cry.

The life of being bought and sold can only passively accept the fate, the fact that can't be changed, and everything you see in front of you. You can say that it's nothing to do with her, but how can you say those abandoned words?

Finally understand Lin Xiaoxun's desire for her, but also finally understand each other's unspeakable pain, because they want from the beginning is not the same ah! Even so, between negating her and negating the whole Jiaotu, there is only one choice, which makes jun'er almost fall to the ground.

"My Lord!" Mengliang reaches forward to help, but is rejected by Juner.

"Why me?" Jun'er didn't understand. His choking voice was sour. After a while of silence, he murmured in a low voice.

"Because it's just you!"

This sentence is like a breeze in jun'er's ear, mixed with sadness and helplessness, but more hope and expectation, listening to jun'er finally can't help but shed tears.

As a result, can she only accept it? Since we can't give up heartlessly, isn't there only one way to accept? What about her life? What about her wish? What about the future she wants? Who can do it?

On the cliff, the cry resounds through the sky. Hearing Duan Li's eyes wet, Meng Liang can't help but bow his head and bite his teeth, but he can't say a word of comfort.

What's wrong with everyone? It's just a wish.