Plane Small Bookstore [System]

There were people coming and going on the street, and Xie Changsheng, who was wearing coarse clothes, was not conspicuous at all among the crowd.

He sneaked out.The blindfold he used in the house can only last for three hours, and if he doesn't rush back within three hours, the madam will find out.

His life contract is still in the hands of the brothel. Once it is discovered that he has escaped, waiting for him will be severely beaten at least, or his life will be lost at worst.

But he still took such a risk and ran out.Because he wants to go somewhere.

He turned into a rare alley, and finally saw the bookstall after making seven turns.

Then it was a matter of course to meet the book stall owner who used to only exist in the mouth of the benefactor.

He looked surprisingly young, as if he was a few years younger than him, with handsome and gentle features and a graceful demeanor.He was sitting upright on the chair, his jade-like delicate and smooth fingers were holding a volume of books and reading carefully, his long eyelashes like crow feathers drooped down to cover the emotions in his eyes, the corners of his lips were slightly raised, with a hint of a leisurely smile .The whole person has a kind of free and elegant scholarly charm.

Ever since he learned the contents of a strange book from Akira that day, he has been fascinated by these books.He thus learned that these books had been quietly circulating in the world for a long time.No one knows where these books come from, only that one day they suddenly appeared in bookstalls, bookstores, on the street, on some people's desks... The information about these books is in secret circles. quietly circulated.

However prostitute.There are no secrets in the courtyard.

Once a man drinks and goes to bed, no secret remains a secret forever.

Xie Changsheng knew about this bookstore from one of his benefactors.The owner of the bookstall sells strange books that have been circulated in private.So he ventured out of the brothel and came looking for it.

He wants to buy books.

Even if he is just a male prostitute.

But when he saw the boss, he became timid instead.

Perhaps because he has not been to school much, he has an instinctive awe and longing for scholars.He pursed his lips, squatted down quietly, his eyes slowly stroking across the book covers on the bookstall, not daring to disturb the boss who was reading.

Then, as if by fate, he casually opened a book called "Crescent Moon". Originally, he just planned to flip through a few pages casually, but he gradually became fascinated, and couldn't help turning page after page. The fate of the heroine Han Yuerong deeply shakes the cold and hard heart that has been worn down.

Han Yuerong, just like him, is a hard-working person.

She lost her father since she was a child, and her mother relied on selling property to make ends meet.Later, the mother remarried, and the new father treated the mother and daughter very well, so Han Yuerong went to school because of this.

Xie Changsheng had heard that the daughters of rich families would go to some women's schools, and the teachers there were all female gentlemen, and some of them were nuns in the palace!She didn't expect her stepfather to be so rich, sending a girl to study, she is really a blessing in her previous life!

However, what happened next was unexpected.

Han Yuerong's new father passed away, and her mother became a prostitute in order to make a living.

Because of this, Han Yuerong resented her mother for running away from home, but fate did not show mercy to her because of this.After repeated blows in life, she finally realized a truth: "Decentness and morality are what the rich tell others. For the poor, filling their stomachs is the greatest truth." Then she set foot on her mother's doorstep. The old way, become a prostitute.She desperately squeezed money from all kinds of men to support her mother who had been reduced to a beggar.

Xie Changsheng took a deep breath, the hand holding the book trembled slightly, he could hardly bear to read it.He had vaguely guessed the ending that belonged to Han Yuerong.

There are only three endings for a bitch like them.One is old and decrepit, reduced to a beggar, and then exposed to the wilderness, and the other is to successfully coax a benefactor to redeem himself, and then become a concubine of a rich man, or save money to redeem himself, and live a poor life in a foreign country under his name.The last type is to become a bustard in a brothel and train more prostitutes to pick up customers.

He continued to look down, as expected.Han Yuerong contracted the vagrancy disease, and was finally locked up in a reformatory by a senior official who had molested her to wait to die.Although he didn't know what this reformatory school was, he thought it should be a prison.

In the end, Han Yuerong's ending was nothing more than being with countless whores in this world.The end of the prostitute is just as tragic.

Just like the truth that Han Yuerong realized in the article: "Dignity and morality are what the rich tell others. For the poor, filling their stomachs is the greatest truth." Canglan knows etiquette in real terms.”

If you can live innocently, who is willing to do this flesh and blood business?Choose to be a prostitute.The prostitutes are all hard-working people who can't survive.He has seen many wives and daughters who voluntarily support their families as prostitutes, and he has also met those who sell women and girls in order to support the men at home.

Xie Changsheng had a little sister who was sold in by her father. Most of the money she earned every month was sent to her family. She successfully supported her brothers and even married her eldest brother a wife.

He also advised her not to send all the money to her family, as she was getting older and had to plan for her future.She remained silent all the time, but when he was in a hurry to persuade her, she sighed faintly and said, "If I don't support them, I will have no home. After a hundred years, I won't even have anyone to go to the grave."

Xie Changsheng couldn't help feeling sad when he heard this.

He himself was just in a year of severe drought, and he was dazzled by the sanctimonious appearance of the "immortal" during his escape, thinking that in the fairy world he would not have to go hungry and could live on.

Unexpectedly, he was sold into a brothel by the "immortal", and he did this deed that shamed his ancestors.He was the only one left in his family, and he was able to survive until now because of the elixir.A hundred years later, he will end up just like Han Yuerong.

Had he known today, he might as well have entered the palace and become a eunuch, rather than suffering so many years in this fairy world.

……

Le Jing closed the books and sighed contentedly, only to find the young man who had been squatting in front of the bookstall for an unknown amount of time.

He was wearing a white cloth gown that civilians often wear, and his hair stood up high, so he should be an adult.Judging from Le Jing's position, he could only see his brows furrowed, his eyes firmly glued to a book, one could tell that he was fascinated.

Maybe because he noticed Le Jing's gaze, the young man raised his head, revealing a rosy and innocent face, his eyes were black and bright like grapes, he didn't look like an adult, but like a boy of fifteen or sixteen years old.

However, the age of people in the fairy world cannot be judged from their appearance.

"Hello." The young man put down the book, stood up awkwardly, smiled shyly, and two dimples were faintly visible: "I'm sorry, I just started flipping through the book without your permission."

Le Jing also stood up, and said disapprovingly, "Books are for people to read. I'm very happy that you like my book." , this is a memoir of a prostitute in the early years of the Republic of China written by Mr. Lao She.

"Do you like this book?"

Xie Changsheng's resentment and desolation of being hurt when he was reading the book just now were highlighted again by the boss's words.

He lowered his eyes to hide the tears in his eyes, the tears and moles in the corners of his eyes were as bright red as blood: "I don't like it, it's too sad."

"And this is where the charm of tragedy lies." The boss's clear voice floated in the wind: "Tragedy is to tear up the beautiful things for others to see. Only in this way can people think and arouse people's resentment towards darkness. The pursuit and longing for beauty and light.”

Xie Changsheng pursed his lips, and raised his eyes to look at Le Jing with deep stubbornness: "But I don't like tragedies. The reality is already so sad. I want to read some books with happy endings."

There were emotions in the young man's eyes that he didn't understand, and finally he sighed: "It is true that tragedy does not meet the aesthetics of Chinese people who like to watch the happy ending. But certain tragedies are the reflection of certain social realities, and tragedies are there. Someone speak up."

He bent down to pick up "Crescent Moon", with pity in Xie Changsheng's eyes: "This is a prostitute's confession. In such a dark, cannibalistic society, how can it be a comedy? The author just wants to Through the tragedy, it tells readers how dark and terrifying this society is, and under that cannibalistic world, countless innocent women became Han Yuerong, who could not die well."

"Prostitutes are innocent, and the fault lies in the society that forces women into prostitution."

Xie Changsheng opened his eyes wide. It was the first time in his life that he met a man who complained about prostitutes. He blurted out, "What about male prostitutes? What do you think of male prostitutes?"

As soon as he asked the question, he regretted it. He was afraid that the boss would see something, so he quickly remedied: "I just asked casually. After all, compared with weak women, it is a disgrace for a man to do such a thing willingly. Liezong's face!"

"No matter who it is, what's wrong with wanting to have a full stomach?" The young man's black eyes were as cold as stars: "In such an era, you have to do your best just to survive. As for dignity, you have to have a full stomach." It's something that people can think about."

In the materialistic modern society, many young men and women voluntarily sell themselves for money and power.But in the old society, 90.00% of the flesh and blood business was not voluntary.In that society where women's chastity is greater than the sky, and men have to make contributions, those who are reduced to prostitution are some miserable people who can't survive.

For such poor people, Le Jing respects their efforts to survive, and there will be no contempt in his heart.

Xie Changsheng lowered his head abruptly, not letting the young man see clearly the surging tears in his eyes.

In the eyes of the young man, he didn't see the slightest bit of contempt or sympathy. He was just discussing the facts and expressing his views rationally.

But for Xie Changsheng, not to despise or sympathize is the greatest kindness in itself.He has received very little kindness in this life, and every bit of it is enough to warm him for the rest of his life.

He shook his throat, trying to spit out easy syllables: "Xie Changsheng."

"what?"

"My name is Xie Changsheng." He looked up at Le Jing eagerly, and asked earnestly, "Can you remember my name?"

The young man's dark eyes were filled with tears, more and more like two washed grapes.

Le Jing looked at the boy for a few seconds, then nodded solemnly, "Okay."

The boy bent his eyes and smiled, and the tears finally slid down.

His name is Xie Changsheng.

He has lived.

It's nice that someone remembers.