The years I was in the human world

He had seen a young general in the Southern Dynasty, who bent his bow and bid farewell to the Han moon, with a chivalrous spirit and tender feelings, and threw himself into the wind and snow of the northern city.

Jingkou, where the Northern Army was stationed during the Southern Dynasties, was not as desolate and lonely as a real frontier. It was located in Yangzhou and was not really a cold and bitter place on the border. But for the people of the Southern Dynasties who lived in peace in the south of the Yangtze River, even if the sandstorms from the frontier could never reach Yangzhou, guarding Jingkou was considered exile.

The willow catkins in the south of the Yangtze River are swaying in the wind, which is gentle and warm, and the people raised are also beautiful and dignified. Xie has a son named Huaiyu, who is beautiful and gentle. He is known as a romantic young man in the entire Southern Dynasty. Even if he asked to be transferred to Danyang to avoid party troubles, he was different from the foul and vulgar Northern Army.

"Huaiyu!" a man shouted from afar.

The young man who was walking slowly in wooden clogs turned around when he heard the sound, with a half-open folding fan in his hand. The March spring breeze blew his long hair, and his green clothes floated like flowing clouds.

Shu Yang had just rushed over from the parade ground. He was still in his military uniform, with mud and dust hanging on his hem. He was truly worlds apart from Xie Huaiyu, who looked like a banished immortal. He himself realized this, and his tall figure shrank for a moment, as if he was a little ashamed of himself.

Seeing that he was hesitating, Xie Huaiyu had no intention of comforting him. He waved the fan slowly in his hand, and his movements were very contented: "What's the matter? If you don't tell me, I'll leave."

"Um..." Shu Yang scratched his head, and said hesitantly, "There is a welcoming banquet tonight. My brothers have admired the scholars of Jiangzhou for a long time and want to meet you. I wonder -"

"I have something to do later, you can just feast on your own." Xie Huaiyu refused without waiting for Shu Yang to finish his words, with a humble and polite smile on his face. Anyone who saw him would sigh at what a handsome young man he was. Who could have expected that this young man of the Xie family was not only talented and romantic, but also unruly.

Shu Yang was obviously depressed, but it made sense. The scholars in Jiangzhou were fond of pure conversation and had noble temperaments. They drank dew, so how could they look down on these unrefined and vulgar men? It was normal for him not to want to have a feast with them.

Shu Yang was an overseas Chinese who had migrated southwards. He became a disciple of the Xie family and later served as a garrison commander in the important city of Jingkou for the Xie family. He was an important retainer. Xie Huaiyu was considered half his master. He wanted to get close to this young master. "Huaiyu, what's the important matter? Do you need my help?"

In order to say this, Shu Yang was so nervous that his hands clenched the corners of his clothes. This iron-blooded general who killed people without blinking an eye on the battlefield now looked as stupid as a child.

Military men only have battlefield plans with swords and sabers, but no bloodless plots and intrigues. Shu Yang's thoughts were clearly seen by Xie Huaiyu, who had just retired from the court. He looked at the clumsy and flattering young general in front of him with amusement, and his words were particularly cold.

"It's not a big deal. There's a new top performer at Wanzhuang Lou, and they just happened to be listing their names today. I just went to take a look."

Wanzhuang Tower was a well-known brothel in Danyang County. Xie Huaiyu would rather visit a brothel than have a banquet with the Northern Army who were defending their country. It seemed that he despised them very much.

But Shu Yang had never thought of this. When he heard that Xie Huaiyu was going to Wanzhuanglou, he was like a puppy being needed by his master, with a light of joy in his eyes: "I'll have someone prepare a good private room for Huaiyu!"

Seeing him like this, Xie Huaiyu suddenly became unhappy. What's the point if the person being teased doesn't know that he is being teased? Xie Huaiyu's face darkened and he said coldly, "No need."

To prevent Shu Yang from getting angry, Xie Huaiyu paused and added, "I can't stand staying in a room that's tainted by your Northern Army's foul air."

These words were truly harsh. After Xie Huaiyu finished speaking, he stared at Shu Yang's face, trying to see what he wanted to see.

But he was still disappointed. Shu Yang not only did not respond, but asked him cheerfully: "When will Huaiyu come back? I'll send a carriage to pick you up. You're wearing clogs. If you walk such a long distance, your feet will definitely hurt."

Is this guy really a fool? Xie Huaiyu was a little discouraged. He closed the folding fan in his hand, turned around and walked away in his clogs, pretending not to have heard what Shu Yang said. He didn't see the general's face turn pale after he turned around and left.

"Why are you speaking so harshly?" Xie Huaiyu took a few steps forward and suddenly a voice sounded in his mind. It was Lin Xiyang.

"Oh, are you feeling sad?" Another voice said nonchalantly, in the tone of Xiao Fengzhuo, "Unfortunately, I'm not being mean, those words just now were said by 'Xie Huaiyu' himself."

After the two of them fell from the cauldron under the palace, they were inexplicably squeezed into the same body. This formation was very similar to the flashback realm of the old royal capital. The time they were in now should be the time before the death of the Bamboo-Clothed Ghost.

The body the two are currently occupying is the one recorded in history books as the young master of the Xie family, Xie Huaiyu, who temporarily went into battle and died of exhaustion.

"It seems that Xie Huaiyu is not as kind and handsome as the rumors say." Xiao Fengzhuo commented, "What he said to that big fool just now was not gentlemanly at all."

Xiao Fengzhuo thought that he was not as good as that hypocrite Shen Yan who was only good at superficial work.

"He has a name, he's not some big fool." Lin Xiyang's focus was strange.

"That's strange. You're so protective of that kid. Is there some connection?" Xiao Fengzhuo said as he analyzed seriously, "You're related to the Xie family, and you can dance in front of the Northern Army. You should have a closer connection with the Northern Army."

"Just now, Xie Huaiyu called that boy 'Uncle Yang', with his birthdate first and his courtesy name last. Lin Xiyang, could that boy be you?"

"No." Lin Xiyang denied it. In order to prevent Xiao Fengzhuo from getting to the bottom of it, he simply said, "Don't make random guesses."

"This is not a random guess." Xiao Fengzhuo said this and said no more, but he had some thoughts in his mind. If Lin Xiyang was that Uncle Yang, then there would be a reason for his pity for Xie Huaiyu because of his harsh words.

Maybe his obsession with someone in the past has not yet dissipated, so when he sees his past self, he can't help but want to fulfill that person's wishes. In this respect, he is very similar to Lu Zhouxue, both of whom are pitiful people who cannot get what they want.

Although he thought about it, Xiao Fengzhuo had no intention of getting involved in Lin Xiyang's obsession. The bigger reason why he rejected Shu Yang's invitation was that he wanted to find Lu Zhouxue as soon as possible.

There are only a few scenes in which the formation can be retraced. He has searched all of them except Wanzhuang Tower, but didn't see anyone. So Lu Zhouxue is most likely in Wanzhuang Tower.

However, Xiao Fengzhuo looked up at the tall door lintel of Wanzhuang Building not far away, and couldn't help but feel a little amused. How did he fall into Wanzhuang Building? He didn't know whether Lu Zhouxue was possessed by a prostitute or a prostitute.

As for Lu Zhouxue, he was not as lucky as Xiao Fengzhuo. He happened to be attached to a handsome young man in the secular world. When he woke up, he saw layers of silk curtains, the candlelight in the room was dim, the rich scent of powder hit his face, and the greasy cream was spilled on the ground, leaving the room full of ambiguity.

The bedding on the bed was messy, and the clothes scattered everywhere were particularly dirty. This was a room that had just received a benefactor. When Lu Zhouxue opened her eyes, she saw a naked body. There were bruises and bloodstains between the legs. It seemed that the body had been tortured.

The pain came to him belatedly. He had never seen such a scene before. He was stunned for a moment and hadn't reacted yet. At this moment, the door was suddenly kicked open and a man with makeup walked in. He ignored his bruised body and pulled him off the bed by his hair.

"Why are you slacking off here, little bitch? It's the day when the top girl gets married, and everyone is so busy, how can you slack off!" The person who came was an elderly man with a mean look. Perhaps he had done a lot of prostitution when he was young, so his tone was a little feminine, and the abusive words sounded even more unpleasant to his ears.

Lu Zhouxue's scalp was hurt by the pulling, and she grabbed the man's wrist to force him to let go. The man felt the pain, but he punched and kicked even more, hitting Lu Zhouxue like a rain of fists and feet, cursing: "You little hoof, you dare to fight back?"

This time, before Lu Zhouxue could react, the real owner of this body huddled up on the ground in pain, begging for mercy: "Dad, I was wrong, I was wrong, please stop hitting me..."

His back was bent like a shrimp, with the spine protruding outward. He was pitifully thin, and his naked body was shaking badly.

The brothel owner, still not satisfied, kicked Lu Zhouxue's lower body several times viciously where he had been abused last night, until Lu Zhouxue was completely motionless. Then he spat in disgust and walked away angrily.

The brothel owner did not close the door for Lu Zhouxue when he left, so anyone outside could see how miserable he was just by glancing inside.

"Ah Xun was beaten by dad again?"

"One of my errand boys drowned in the well, and Dad paid a large sum of money for compensation. I was already in a bad mood due to the shortage of manpower, and when no one saw Ah Xun this morning, I was really pissed."

"Didn't Dad force him to pick up the youngest son of the Zhao family last night? Although he is generous, he has a bad habit in bed. He has killed someone before. Looking at Ah Xuan's condition, it seems that he has a hard time coping. The money that the young master of the Zhao family gave Ah Xuan yesterday is enough for Ah Xuan to rest for several days. What's this, Dad..."

"You know today that dad doesn't like Ah Xun. After we finish our business, we can at least save some money. When has dad ever left any extra money for Ah Xun? I paid for the medicine for her last illness."

The other young boys and prostitutes outside the door talked together and pieced together the outline of a man's tragic fate.

Lu Zhouxue felt very uncomfortable when she heard this, but the owner who was being talked about seemed to be used to it. After he recovered from the pain, he slowly stood up and closed the door, barely hiding his embarrassment.

The door closed gently, Ah Xun's legs softened, and he fell to the ground with a thump, his knees bleeding profusely.

Lu Zhouxue: “…” My knees hurt.

Ah Xun turned over silently. He didn't dare to sit down because his back felt like it was being cut by a knife. He lay on his side with his knees bent. He grabbed some scattered clothes and tore off a piece of clothing to wrap around the wound on his knee.

Lu Zhouxue had not intended to say anything, but when she saw him not washing the wound, not applying medicine, and just randomly bandaging it with something that was not sure if it was clean, she could not help but ask, "How can you treat a wound like this?"

Ah Xun paused, continued to bandage the wound, and asked in a numb voice: "Are you a ghost?"

"No, why do you ask?" Lu Zhouxue thought he would ask who he was and why he was in his body, but unexpectedly, Ah Xun was very calm, as calm as if he didn't care at all.

I don't care whether this thing that suddenly appears, whether it is a human or a ghost, will harm me.

"Maybe." Lu Zhouxue gave an ambiguous answer, "You don't seem to be afraid of me at all."

"Why should you be afraid?" Ah Xun asked back. Lu Zhouxue couldn't see his eyes, otherwise she would be able to clearly see that there was a pool of stagnant water in his eyes.

"Evil ghosts will eat people." Lu Zhouxue spoke the truth. Although human hearts are more complex and more terrifying than ghosts, if you think about it from another perspective, ghosts are also transformed from humans, and death will not eliminate their evil.

"Then eat me." Ah Xun said. If Lu Zhouxue could really eat him, then the latter must be a good ghost who saved people from suffering. Otherwise, why would he give him such a blessing of liberation in his dark journey?

There was no concealment of despair and numbness in his words, but Lu Zhouxue felt it was strange. He had just heard from those people outside that Ah Xun's situation was very miserable, and he himself had no desire to live. To put it cruelly, if he wanted to die, why would he wait for others to kill him?

It was just a thought, but Lu Zhouxue couldn't really say that. He didn't respond to Ah Xun's words and calmly changed the subject: "If you don't clean and apply medicine to the wound, it will get infected."

"Then let it be infected." Ah Xun didn't care. After bandaging his knee, he pulled out a clean piece of clothing from the closet and walked out of the room.

He avoided the frolicking clients in the front hall, picked up a wooden bucket and fetched water from the well in the backyard. He threw the handkerchief he brought out of the room into the bucket, took off his clothes, and washed the blood off his body in the uncovered backyard.

Although it was already late spring in March, it was still chilly and the well water was cold. Ah Xun had just suffered a lot, and if he washed in such a way, he would definitely catch a cold and get sick.

Lu Zhouxue watched Ah Xun tormenting her body all the way, and finally couldn't bear it anymore. He snatched control of Ah Xun's body and threw the towel soaked in cold water back into the bucket: "Even if you don't want to live anymore, since you can't die, at least give you some medicine to make yourself suffer less, right?"

Of course, there was one thing Lu Zhouxue didn't say, if Ah Xun tortured herself, he would also feel pain.

"I can't go up." Ah Xun said sullenly.

"What?" Lu Zhouxue didn't hear clearly what he said.

Ah Xun's voice became louder, and he repeated, "I can't apply medicine. The wound will heal too quickly, and Dad will find out, and then he will beat me even harder."

Lu Zhouxue: “…” Why couldn’t he control his anger?

"And I don't have any medicine." Ah Xun added fuel to the fire on the volcano that was about to erupt on Lu Zhouxue.

"I have." Lu Zhouxue sighed. As expected, after staying in the human world for a long time, one's heart would soften unconsciously. "You go back first. I'll give you medicine. You apply it on the wound. As for - as for your father, I'll take care of it."

Even though it was an illusion created by the formation, he still felt sorry for it.