Carved beam

【One】

Regardless of merit or demerit, honor or disgrace, you are my arm, and no one else can hurt you, nor can you teach anyone to touch you.

In April, there was a torrential rain in Lake City. This rain started the precursor that Lake City would be soaked in rainwater for more than a year.

The name of Hucheng is worthy of its name. It is rare to see a sunny day all year round. The whole city has been soaked in rain for several days.

Suddenly I heard a clear voice saying: "This is Mr. Zhang's house in the east of the city?"

Amidst the noise, someone responded, "Exactly. You are..."

"Junior He Lian is a painter hired by Mister yesterday to paint beams for Mister."

The man looked at the person in front of him, not to say that he had any opinion, but this... looked a little perverted, but he didn't hide it, his eyes were so clear that it made others look at him. Be ashamed of your own thoughts.

The man nodded: "I really can't move my feet in the courtyard now, so the young master will come with me to the backyard first. Have you ever mentioned anything to the young master?"

The man recalled for a moment, then said in a deep voice, "Mister said..."

He paused, feeling amused himself, and said briskly, "Sir, he let me live in the woodshed."

The man was taken aback. One must know that Mr. Zhang is a well-known benevolent person in Hucheng, and he is very polite and courteous even to strangers, not to mention that the person in front of him is a painter.Thinking about it, I feel that it is impossible for Mr. Zhang to say this.

The man led him to go to the west wing, that place is quiet and very remote, it must be much better than the woodshed.However, this person knew what he meant, but he didn't appreciate it, he just stopped and said with a slight smile: "Since Mr. asked me to go to the woodshed, he has his own reasons, and the younger generation will naturally obey."

The man said: "This... sir, I'm afraid... forgot for a while, the firewood room is damp and cool... Young Master..." His eyes fell on the man's lap, and he consciously stopped talking.

The man didn't care much: "Please take me to the woodshed."

The man had no choice but to follow his will and lead the people to the woodshed.

Pushing open the door, a few sticks of firewood rolled down to the feet of the two, this person picked them up one by one, turned to the other person and said: "Thank you."

Then he moved slowly to the interior of the firewood room, put down the bag on his shoulders, and saw that the man was still in front of the door, and smiled slightly—this was to invite him to leave.

The man stepped back in a hurry, carefully recalling the name of that man just now.It seems to be called... He Lian?

Mr. Zhang rushed to the firewood room. Before entering the door, he adjusted his clothes at the door and put on an angry look. Seeing the doubts of the people around him, he kicked the door again. He opened the door and walked in angrily.

After a while, he sighed and called people in again, saying: "Wang De, go and call Dr. Chen, and the rest help and carry him to the west wing."

And he was carrying a worn-out package in his hand, and he wobbled towards the west wing.

Several people worked together to carry the pale-faced young man in the firewood room to the west wing. Mr. Chen was not yet here, so Mr. Zhang checked his pulse first, and looked at the man on the bed with a look of hatred for iron. The eyes of people are full of pity.

When Dr. Chen came, after taking the pulse, the two chatted about a cup of tea behind the curtain.And the person on the bed also woke up slowly, but his whole body was still unable to move, only a pair of eyes looked around.

Mr. Zhang sent Dr. Chen away, and when he turned around, he saw the man staring at him with clear and clear eyes, and his eyes were full of smiles.

He opened his mouth, but couldn't make any sound. He smiled, and the corner of his mouth touched the scar on his face, looking more and more pervasive.

Mr. Zhang swallowed those words of hating iron but not steel. No matter what he said again, he was already like this, and his body was dragging like this when time was running out.I really don't know how I got here with my own feet.

Mr. Zhang poured a glass of water for him to drink, the hand holding the glass trembled slightly, some water flowed down the side of the man's cheek, it looked like a tear trail, the old man couldn't help sighing: " He Lian...you are...why bother..."

The person on the bed only smiled slightly, he was still unable to move his whole body, but he still tried to raise his right hand reluctantly, trying to comfort him.

Silently said: Sir, He Lian is not filial.

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