The villain is being forced to whitewash again

The closed wooden door opened, creaked and closed again.

Today's weather is not very sunny, thick dark clouds gradually gather together, black and white swallows fly lower and lower, stop under the eaves, move their paws, turn their heads anxiously, waiting for this downpour that has been brewing for a long time .

Putting the bought snack bean curd on the table, Li Qingxi boiled a pot of water for himself.

Sitting on a stool, holding a porcelain bowl with a hole in it, and a small saucer filled with light green onion vinegar sauce, brown and black with a few white and green floating around, a little bit of bean skin, take a big bite, dip it in every bite, Swallow the jujube whole.

After disposing of the remaining rubbish, he took a scoop of water and poured it into the tub, walked past the mottled old wall, to the bedside in another room.

Knead the towel dry, fold it into small strips, and wipe the body for Qin Shi, who was lying on the bed with his eyes closed, try not to get too wet but keep everything clean, and tie back the front of his shirt.

A man sat on a stool, did not speak for a while, the quilt was flattened for a long time, stared at it, suddenly stretched out two hands to cover his eyes, took a breath after a while, wiped his face scribbled, and reappeared. The revealed expression carried some inexplicable emotions.

He stretched out a hand and grabbed the pale left hand. The crack of the gold ring worn on the middle finger was still there, and it might not take two or three days to completely break.

He lowered his head and looked at it. In addition to this crack, there were also bruised blood vessels. The blood flowed through at a dangerous speed. It was cold, like a dead body.

Suddenly, he said in a subtle way: "...you told me before that you don't care so much about what I care about. I am your master. Tomorrow, today, and yesterday, whether you admit it or not, are the same. You promised, You won’t leave me alone until this matter is over, don’t think about breaking your oath.”

The tone gradually became tough, and he gritted his teeth word by word, "So, no, no, no matter what, you are not allowed to die to me!"

He took off the gold ring from his ring finger and put it on Qin Shi's left index finger lightly. His heart was beating and his breathing was short of breath.

Just when it was tightened, the middle finger next to it, the gold ring broke unexpectedly, with a bang, the two pieces fell to the ground with a crisp sound, and lay there quietly without moving.

After a moment of silence, he bent down and picked up the two pieces of useless trash.

Lying in the palm of my hand, the original golden luster became dim almost in the blink of an eye. When I clenched it tightly, there was a crackling sound, and I turned my head to look out of the window. Finally, it rained cats and dogs, hitting the tree. There are some weeping branches of the kapok tree with only one adult a little taller.

Putting it on the table, he went to close the window, the rain was destined to never end.

The two stalks of the oil lamp swayed, making the mottled walls look dim.

In such a dim light, Li Qingxi sat on the stool, unable to withstand the mental fatigue of several days in a row, unable to hide his sleepiness, and unconsciously fell asleep lying on the side of the bed.

It's still raining outside, but it's not clear when I hear it.

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It is a wonderful feeling, you know that it is nothingness, but you feel that your heart is full, and peace flows in every blood vessel, like a spring brook, scoop up a handful, take a sip, and feel warm all over without reservation Warm and drenched.

If there were no loud birds chirping, Qin Shi felt that he would stay here for the rest of his life. It circled around, and then circled around again, pecking at the eyelashes of his eyes until his eyelids trembled a few times, slowly The ground opened, and the color of the obsidian went from light to dark, with an inexplicable confusion and confusion.

He sat up from the bed, moving slowly like a rusty machine part, until the sound of a bird chirping again, he turned his head and saw a black and white swallow pecking its own feather stopped on the window sill.

Noticing that he was staring at himself, he spread his wings and flew away, flapping a few times in mid-air, and finally landed steadily on the branch of a kapok tree that required people to look up.

The short flowering period from March to April happened to be over, and there were still small pieces of fallen flowers on the ground, red and not kitsch, and the tall trunk held the small yard upright.

Qin Shi was holding on to the edge of the door, and his steps were still not smooth. He probably needed some walking exercise for a while. He saw a wooden crutch next to the table, so he wanted to borrow it first.

Walking out of the house, you can see the small yard at a glance. The barren land has nothing but the tenacious kapok tree, which can even be understood as empty.

I don't know where this place is at all. I just remember that when the explosive was detonated, it was discovered by other believers. At that time, a big scuffle started, and then there was a loud noise, screams one after another, and a stone fell from the top of the head and hit the back of the head , instantly fell into a coma.

And now, he is standing here with a cane, the wind is soft and comfortable, and the development of the matter is puzzling. Could it be... Is he already dead?

Walking out the door, the ordinary alley turns to the end, the street outside is very lively, only he is out of place in it.

The silver-white hair is particularly prominent, coupled with that cool and handsome appearance, it is a pity that he has bad legs and feet, even with a cane, he is still limping when walking.

Many people couldn't help but look back after passing by, sighing in their hearts, what a pitiful person this is.

Nearly half an hour later, Qin Shi went around in a big circle, figured out the general geography, raised his arm, and touched the gold ring on the index finger of his left hand. It was a familiar touch and a different position.

Why did you take it off and put it back on your own fingers?What is the purpose of doing this?Who on earth rescued him from the bombed underground base of the Blood Cult?

A series of questions took root in his heart, he pursed his lips, no one could give him an answer.

Just as I was about to leave here, I went back to the yard where I woke up to see if there were any clues to follow, when I suddenly heard the noise of a child next to me,

"Anyway, I made a lot of money today, buy a bag of caramel, and you are tired from walking, let us treat you to some."

"Go, go, go, that's what you said yesterday. After taking the money, you disappear as soon as you take it. I'm going to collect the things and go back." I buried my head in tidying up the broken bowl on the floor, my gray hair wasn't combed very neatly, and my hands were trembling. Obvious old skin folds.

"What, cheapskate, I won't play with you anymore. I've got fleas all over my body, and my mother told me to spit on your face to get rid of bad luck." The child rolled his eyes and stuck out his tongue, turned around and ran, deliberately He kicked open the broken bowl containing more than a dozen copper coins, and the copper coins spilled all over the floor.

"Me! You!" said the man angrily.

A few friends beside him took the opportunity to pick up a few, kicked a few into the alley, clapped each other, and ran away with a smile when the man was about to chase.

Unable to trouble these ignorant children, the man shook his head, sighed helplessly, and resigned himself to his fate, squatting on the ground to pick up the copper coins he got from begging one by one.

The old waist can't stand it, but I still have to try my best to get it back. This may be food money for a few days.

One fell into the cracks of the floor tiles and buckled it with difficulty, sweating profusely from anxiety, huh, finally buckled it out, heaved a sigh of relief, wiped it with his sleeves, and put the baby in his arms.

Before putting it away, the hand holding the copper coin was suddenly grabbed tightly, trying to pull it up from the ground not to let it go.

He became anxious all of a sudden, and before he had time to see who the other party was, he hurriedly muttered: "I said it all, I don't have money to buy caramel for you children, go away quickly, don't bother me!"

As he said that, the desire to break free from that hand became stronger and stronger, as if trying to escape, he just turned around and ran away without looking back.

"master."

The two words made his extremely anxious movements froze suddenly. Under the sun, he turned his head slowly and raised it with his heart beating faster.

Leaning on a cane, facing him with a face that was carefully wiped every day, holding his wrinkled yellow and thin hand, trembling uncontrollably, hoarse voice as if wanting to kill him: "...Where is the gold ring that I made you wear all the time?"

"I……"

As if he was caught doing something bad, he scratched the hair on the back of his head in embarrassment, and didn't have the courage to look directly at Qin Shi.

"Actually, I accidentally lost it... It's a trivial matter. Although I am old and ugly now, I have a super strong body. I can carry a bag of rice up eight flights of stairs without breathing."

As he said that, he stood up straight and confidently, wanting to punch a set of military punches, but inadvertently used too much force, causing his waist to shiver, cold sweat on his forehead, and explained even more embarrassingly: "This... this is an accident ,I……"

Caught off guard, he was hugged, and before he finished speaking, his whole body stiffened, and he vaguely felt that the waist that had just flashed was more painful. The elderly who are almost 80 years old can no longer be compared with young people, and a strong hug can easily cause shortness of breath.

He asked cautiously: "I know, I was wrong, please don't be angry, okay?"

Ignoring the temptation of this sentence, Qin Shi hoarse and said fiercely: "Don't look at me! Don't talk!"

"Understood!" He immediately closed his mouth and behaved obediently.

In the eyes of other people passing by on the street, this combination is very strange. A lame disabled person and an old homeless man who begs for a living are not normal in any way.

The long embrace was released, and Qin Shi's face returned to calm. The hand that was holding Li Qingxi still did not let go, and he wanted to take off the gold ring on his index finger.

Li Qingxi was so frightened that he quickly pressed it down, "What are you doing? It's not that you don't know what will happen immediately after you take it off."

"I don't need it." Qin Shi lowered his head and said, still wanting to pick it off.

Li Qingxi got angry, frowned, and said coldly: "If you still think of me as a master, then stop now, otherwise, don't care about my life and death in the future."

Qin Shi didn't move, staring at Li Qingxi, unable to speak for a long time.

Li Qingxi suddenly smiled as if winter ice had turned into a river, "Okay, you have been sleeping in bed for 58 years, and at this moment you are much older than me who was 22 years old at the time. Let's go back and cook a bowl of longevity noodles. Celebrate all your birthdays at once, okay?"

"..." Qin Shi didn't speak, and lowered his eyes, not wanting Li Qingxi to see his current expression, so he hummed hoarsely.