The return of the late emperor

In the blink of an eye, in the deep winter, this year's Jiangnan also had a very rare heavy snowfall.

The mute entered the room, first shook the fine ice crystals on his body, then stretched out his hand hidden in the armhole, put it to his mouth and let out a breath, the white mist curled into the air. Wait until the whole person is not so cold Now, he carefully put down the package on his back, changed hands and carried it into the inner room again.

There was no candle in the room, and the dumb man was protecting his stomach, bumping and bumping from time to time, and it took him a while to reach the edge of the bed and sit down.

The quilt is thin, and the inside is not filled with cotton wool. Although it is packed with straw brought back from the ruined temple by the mute and reed flowers collected by the river, it only looks thick, but it is not warm at all, but it will not freeze to death. That's all.

But the mute was wearing a padded jacket. Although it looked worn out, it was still warm.

Yang Dashan's servants made a new batch of cotton-padded clothes this year, so last year's outfit was given to a group of impoverished men living in Pomiao Street.

The men said that the mute was pregnant with a baby, so give him the warmest one.

The mute forgets everything, and he is not clever, but he protects his stomach all the time, so on the first day he lived here, people discovered his unusualness. There are many poor and poor people in the ruined temple street. They can't even take care of themselves, and they can't afford to raise children. It can be seen that the mute who is worse than them is still pregnant. They have never been fathers, and they feel pitiful for the mute and the child in their belly, so they live In daily life, I help as much as I can.

It was indeed warm. The mute tightened his collar and shivered. He looked at the not-so-warm quilt, thought for a while, and was reluctant to take off his warm coat. He stretched out his hand to grab the package, opened it, and took out two cold steamed buns in a large ball of rags.

The mute picked up the steamed bun, swallowed, and thought of the heavy snow that was drifting outside, which would not stop for a while, so he slowly put the steamed bun into his arms.It's warm in his arms, warm it first, let's eat it in the middle of the night, when it is taken out, the temperature is just right, he thought so, and closed his eyes satisfied.

But he was so hungry that the mute lay down for a long time with his eyes closed, unable to fall asleep, so he struggled to get up again, wrapped in a quilt and moved down the couch.There was some straw left in the corner of the room, so he reached out to grab a few handfuls, and then slowly moved to a place farther away from the couch. There was a tung oil lamp there, but it was a pity that the lamp oil was running out, so he usually didn't light it.

He casually picked up the broken bowl on the stone platform next to it. It was filled with rain and snow water leaking from the roof. It looked clean, but the brothers in Pomiao Street specifically confessed that in this weather, you should drink as much as possible. The mouth was hot, so the mute used the tung oil lamp to live under the bowl every time before drinking water.

There was just a hole in the stone platform where a bowl could be placed and a lamp could be placed. The mute was wrapped in a quilt and squatted halfway, staring at the dancing flame without blinking.

"The way you look now, you are really useless." There was a burst of ridicule behind the ears suddenly, if someone else listened to it, you might think that although it was a scapegoat, but the voice was round and smooth, it was really nice, so I didn't care about it.

The mute was almost startled to cry by the sudden words of this person who appeared out of nowhere. His first reaction was that there was a ghost, but he felt the warm breath of that person in his ear, and the hair that fell down gently It brushed against his ear, well, he was sure it was a person or not a ghost, but he still wanted to escape, but unfortunately his whole body was so stiff at this moment that he couldn't move.

"He won't accept your favor. If he finds out, he might just call you vicious."

The mute felt his neck was wet, um, this person seemed to be crying, he thought, and suddenly he was no longer afraid, but his heart also seemed to be sore, so he raised his hand to pat that person, telling him not to stop crying. Cried, but that person suddenly left him again.

"Hey, why are you crying again, don't cry, it's embarrassing."

When the mute heard the man say this, he realized that he was crying too.

"Is he okay? Just hold on for a few more months, and he will be born safely."

The light from the tung oil lamp was too weak, the man was squatting beside the dumb, but the dumb could only see a vague outline in his peripheral vision.This person is really familiar, but where have I seen him, but it doesn't feel like a bad person, the mute thought.

So when the cold hand reached into the quilt to caress the mute's stomach, the mute didn't refuse. He always felt that the little baby in his stomach was close to this person, as if the little baby was always obedient in his stomach.

"It's obviously fine, why do you say you can't keep it?"

Through the coat, the mute could also feel the man's trembling hand on his stomach. He didn't know what the man was talking about, but he subconsciously felt that such words didn't please his ears, and when he got angry, he slapped him in the wrong direction. He touched Na's hand, but the next moment he hugged the quilt and moved in another direction, not going to pay attention to it.

After a while, the man didn't speak anymore, but he didn't leave either. Just when the mute was a little embarrassed and didn't know what to do, the candlelight flickered, and he suddenly remembered that the water should be almost warm, so he picked it up carefully. He picked up the bowl on the right, he wanted to ask the person around him if he was thirsty, and took the opportunity to take a closer look at him, but when he turned around, the person hid behind him again.

Hmph, don't look at it if you don't look at it, I'm not curious about what you look like, the dumb man thought angrily, he simply flipped over a bowl in his hand, drank the water completely, and felt warm in his stomach, human He wasn't that hungry anymore, but he didn't hear another word from that person for a long time, so he curled his lips, put the bowl where it was, turned off the light, tightened the quilt around him, and slowly moved back to the couch.

The mute felt that the man followed him back to the bed, but he ignored it when he didn't get on the bed, and fell asleep after a while.

I don't know how long it has passed, a few rays of light leaked from the dilapidated roof, and the furnishings in the room can be roughly seen clearly. If anyone is here, they will be surprised. Except for the mute on the couch, there is no one left. Personal shadow?

……

Qu Da, Ren Ming has been living in the south of the Yangtze River for five months, and there has been no news so far. I'm afraid there will be bad luck.

Gu Xiaochao wrote it himself.

With a wave of his hand, the pigeon was released, and when its shadow was completely out of sight, Gu Xiaochao immediately closed the window and sat back to his original position.

"Tap, tap, tap." It was the sound of clogs that Qu Chengwen wore while walking in the private pavilion. The sound was getting closer and closer, and it stopped when it reached the door of Gu Xiaochao.

"Don't come in." Gu Xiaochao shouted angrily, but after shouting, he lost his breath, and only added weakly, "When did you find him back?"

Qu Chengwen outside the door paused for a moment, then said helplessly: "Maybe he is no longer there, if he is still there, depending on the ability of the cabinet, he would have found it long ago."

"I don't care. I want to see people when I'm born, and I want to see corpses when I die. People are lost in my hands. If it makes the husband and wife never see each other again in this life, you can just call me uncle for the rest of your life. The two of us See you too!"

"Xiao Chao..." Qu Chengwen changed his voice again, but this time there was no response at all, so he said again: "I asked them to expand the scope to search, you... rest well, I will see you tomorrow You." After saying that, he left again.

Inside the room, Gu Xiaochao lowered his eyes, serious, what else are you hiding from me?What exactly are you trying to do?

The author has something to say:

Min Ke: Mom, I only showed up for a short while in the last chapter, but in this chapter... I'm not online at all!

Stupid Author: orz