In the days when I was dressed as the king of a subjugated country

Cheng Kuanbo followed the line of prisoners from a distance.

Although the prison clothes all looked the same, he could still recognize Fu Shaoge among a bunch of prisoners.

This child will always be so special.

Just like when we met for the first time, he fled all the way south from Liaodong, and when he arrived in Hangzhou, he fainted from hunger and was kicked to the side of the road like a dead dog.

At that time, it was this special child who stopped the servant: "Go and see what's wrong with him?"

"Young master, don't worry about it so much. There are so many stinky beggars on the street, can you manage it?"

These two voices, one big and one small, made him open his eyes. Through the messy and greasy hair, he saw a six or seven-year-old child, wearing a summer shirt and summer socks, and yellow straw sandals. He raised his slender arms and lifted a The ingot of silver was placed in the hand of the servant beside him: "Go and help him, he is dying."

The servant took the money, bought water and put it in front of him, and then he took the child away.The little boy waved at him and walked away with the servants.

Children are much easier to deal with than adults, and they are not as bad-hearted and playful as adults.

Uncle Cheng Kuan, oh no, Ding Haiyuan, he gorged himself, poured water desperately, choked himself to tears, he thought so in his heart.

The kid just now, he must not know that two steamed buns and a bowl of water only need a dozen Lilu Tongbao, and he also doesn't know that the silver ingots he gave to the servants are enough for a meal in the best restaurant in Hangzhou.

What a silly kid.

Ding Haiyuan took root in the city of Hangzhou, there are many beggars dressed like him, he is not afraid that people from the government will notice him.Who would have thought that a beggar would be a deserter on the Liaodong battlefield, the Jinzhou General Soldier who once shocked the Northeast?

When the summer passed, he met the little boy again.

This time, there was no servant to accompany him, and he walked alone in the streets and alleys where there were few people in the evening, crying while walking, his face was disheveled, his clothes were dirty, and a piece of his forehead was scratched, he looked very embarrassed.

Ding Haiyuan sat in the corner and couldn't help calling him: "Are you lost?"

The little boy was startled when he heard someone talking, and when he saw him, he rubbed his eyes: "It's you."

He actually remembered himself.

Ding Haiyuan stepped forward: "Why are you alone? It's dangerous to come out alone! Where is your home?"

The little boy sniffed, with tears still on his fair face: "My father beat my mother again, I'm going to find my grandfather..."

"Where is your grandfather?"

"In..." The child thought for a long time.

"Let's go, where is your home? I'll take you back." The beggar stood up and patted him.

"My home is..." The little boy continued to think hard.

"Okay..." Ding Haiyuan sighed: "Little devil, what's your name?"

"Fu Shaoge."

"You belong to the Fu family in the south of the city? That's pretty close."

"What's your name?"

"Me?" Ding Haiyuan began to recall, he remembered Cheng Kuan, a soldier beside him, who had covered him when he broke through the encirclement of the enemy.The young man was stabbed like a hedgehog with several arrows in his body.

Cheng Kuan's name is more worthy of being remembered than the name of a deserter.

"My name is Cheng Kuan."

He wanted to pick up the child, but he was afraid that he would dirty him.But the kid didn't think he was dirty, so he took his hand and followed him back.

He was born in the army, and he was used to dealing with the rough guys in the military camp, so he didn't know how to talk to such a soft and innocent little thing.The atmosphere was silent all the way.

"You look much better." The little boy said suddenly.

"Oh, thank you for the steamed buns and water."

"You're welcome, you're fine."

Ding Haiyuan let out a chuckle, deliberately teasing him: "Why is it that I'm fine? What does it matter to you if I'm fine?"

"I hope everyone is well..." Xiaotongtong thought about it seriously: "My father, my mother, grandpa...and you, I hope everyone is well, so that I can be happy."

"Your father, your mother, your grandfather? There are quite a lot of people in your family."

The little boy hummed: "What about you? Where is your family? Will your father beat your mother?"

"My family..." Ding Haiyuan sneered: "They are all dead. My nephew and my son are all fucking dead. If my son is still alive, I'm afraid I will become a grandfather too. But I don't want to beat women. "

"Death..." Xiaotong shuddered: "When my mother was beaten, she always shouted 'death'..."

Ding Haiyuan asked him: "Will your father beat you?"

"I'll beat me when I cry, but mother will protect me."

"Damn it, next time he hits you, just hit him. Men who only hit women and children are cowards."

When Ding Haiyuan sent the child to the Fu family, the Fu family lost the young master and was in a panic.Seeing that Fu Shaoge came back, all the family members hurriedly pushed Ding Haiyuan away, hugging Fu Shaoge in.

Ding Haiyuan didn't care, he jumped on the roof, wanting to see the child again.Fu Shaoge was sent to the backyard, a drunken man came out and scolded: "Little bastard, where have you been?" Little Fu Shaoge was too frightened to make a sound, a woman with disheveled hair, bruised nose and swollen face ran out and hugged Fu Shaoge, Say to the man: "If you want to hit me, hit me, don't scold the child!"

"Damn it! You bitch is cuckolding me, and I haven't figured it out with you yet!" The man dragged the woman into the room.

Xiao Fu Shaoge stood in the yard, secretly wiped his eyes.

The servants all knew what happened in the backyard, but no one dared to step forward, no one dared to coax him.

Ding Haiyuan watched silently and decided to stay and protect the child.

At least with kids, it's much easier.He doesn't need to think about those twists and turns, and there are not so many things that make him want to break his head and can't figure it out. He doesn't need to think about it. The imperial court, which swore allegiance to the death, would stab him in the back.

There is no fairness or justice in this world, everything is fucking disgusting, he would rather stay in this small city of Hangzhou and escort a child.

Fu Shaoge's injury was still not healed, and he gradually fell from the front of the team to the end.The yamen servant urged him to go forward, and the whip would greet him if he couldn't move.Fu Shaoge was gasping for breath, his limbs were weak, he could only grit his teeth and force himself to move forward.

He knew that it would be much easier to bribe these servants, but except for the confiscation of the family property, he took all the rest to dismiss the servants, and neither the grandfather nor the Fu family would care about him.

When they arrived at the post station, they could finally rest. The guest room was treated only by government servants, and the prisoners could only huddle together and squeeze on the ground.Fu Shaoge closed his eyes and fell into a coma, half asleep and half awake, he heard the quarrel that only happened in the nightmare.

He's tired of it.

The procedures have already been memorized, and my father heard some rumors and even non-existent things, and used them to question my mother, and then developed into a unilateral beating, my mother cried and screamed, and both of them looked like crazy.

After the father finished beating someone, he slammed the door and left, and the mother began to cry, complaining to him about his hard life, complaining about everything, beating and scolding him too.After the agitated and painful emotions passed, she apologized to him again, hugged him and said that he was her mother's heart.

Fu Shaoge was tired of it.

In this dream, he asked the question again: "Why, why didn't you leave dad?"

"Marry a chicken as a chicken, marry a dog as a dog! Mother has been a member of the Fu family for the rest of her life, and she will die in the Fu family."

"Then resist! Why not resist!" In the dream, he shouted hoarsely, as if he wanted to use the loudest voice to wake up a sleeping person.

He hadn't been this excited for a long time.

Fu Shaoge felt that he was split into two, one was shaking his mother, begging her to leave, get rid of, and save himself!The other watched coldly in mid-air, his heart was like a pool of stagnant water, silently watching the self who was about to go crazy.

It's useless, fool.

Sure enough, Mother slapped the boy herself: "How can you say such a thing! He is your father! Husband guides wife, father guides son! Whatever he does, both of us mothers have to suffer!"

The boy knelt down in despair, curled up into a ball, buried his face in his knees, and screamed and wept silently.Slender arms protruded from the sleeves, with bruises on them.

Stop crying, idiot.

Fu Shaoge watched silently in mid-air.

He wanted to tell the young man that the weak only know how to cry and ask for help from others. They can only bully the weaker weak. Don't be weak. If you are trampled into the mud, you can't resist.

It's been a long time since he had this dream, so when he was woken up, he was still a little dazed.

Cheng Kuan patted his face and called out, "Shaoge! Are you having nightmares again?"

Fu Shaoge finally woke up.

"Cheng Kuanbo, why haven't you left yet?" Before he left Beijing, he had already distributed the family wealth and dismissed the servants.Cheng Kuanbo protected him for many years, and he only listened to his words. It was impossible to return to Fu's house in Hangzhou. He had already left enough money for his retirement.

"I won't leave, I'll save you." Cheng Kuan wanted to carry him out.

Fu Shaoge stopped him: "No need. There is nothing wrong with going to Liaodong."

Cheng Kuanbo felt a pain in his heart when he saw his broken pot.Fu Shaoge has been like this since he was a boy, as if he doesn't care about anything, whether he is alive or dead, it's just a pool of stagnant water.Helplessly, he is a big man who is good at fighting, but not good at comforting others. He can only protect Fu Shaoge silently, but he can't get into his heart.

"Then...then I will follow you!"

"Going to Liaodong?" Fu Shaoge heard Cheng Kuanbo insult Liaodong many times as "a place where birds don't shit", and asked, "Would you like to go?"

"Come on, there's nothing you don't want to do, I'll go wherever you go!" Cheng Kuan took out the wound medicine, applied it to Fu Shaoge, let him continue to rest, and left the station alone, curled up in a ball in the field.

The yamen servants rushed to hurry, and finally arrived at the boundary of Shandong this day.Originally, I heard that there was a lot of thieves and thieves in this place, and the yamen servants were nervous when they entered this area, but after a few days, they didn't meet any thieves, and there were even many grain merchants on the road to deliver grain to Liaodong.

One day, a group of prisoners were walking on the road, and there were five or six people guarding the official road ahead. The yamen servants immediately tensed up, drew their weapons, and gestured for the prisoners to stop.

Fu Shaoge couldn't help sneering, how could the thieves have only five or six people, and only five or six people, they could only sneak attack by surprise, how could they possibly guard the official road well.

Before the yamen servants could speak, the leader of the five or six people rode forward and said loudly, "I am Wei Qi, governor of Gunzhou. I heard that Fu Shaoge was sent to Liaodong in the same year, so I came here to see him off."

Fu Shaoge was a little surprised and didn't move.

The yamen servant sent someone to check his identity, and it was indeed the governor of Gunzhou, so he relaxed and greeted Wei Qi politely.

Wei Qi has prepared meals to entertain the yamen servants and the prisoners.Fu Shaoge sat alone at the table with him, not knowing why.Wei Qi was indeed in the same age as him, but they were just casual acquaintances, why did Wei Qi come here to see him off when they came to Shandong, could it be that Shandong people are so enthusiastic?

Wei Qi exchanged cups with him, drank until he was happy, and finally couldn't help but patted him on the shoulder and said: "Suizhou, my brother was promoted from county magistrate to governor. After much deliberation, you are the only one in the capital who can serve as an official. Just say a few words, brother needs to thank you very much!"

Fu Shaoge suddenly realized that it was so.

He didn't know how Wei Qi, who used to be a small seven-rank magistrate, was promoted to the governor of Gunzhou. He was busy with the affairs of the Baochao Department in the capital, and he had long forgotten Wei Qi, who was the same year. .

Whether it was the same year or fellow countrymen, he never cared about it.

After the banquet was over, the servants let the prisoners rest for a while for Wei Qi's sake, before continuing on the road.Wei Qi saw each other off all the way, and only rode away in the evening.

Fu Shaoge was still resting with the prisoners in the inn at night. Today, thanks to him, the prisoners had a good meal, and someone praised him: "You are really good at the same age!"

Fu Shaoge smiled, lying on the straw without making a sound.

In the past, he also had a good student Xiang, but after that, the two gradually lost contact.

why?

Fu Shaoge thought about it seriously.

It was that time.

On the way home from Xiangxu, he suddenly said to this good friend: "I... a devil lives in my heart..."

The friend looked at him in surprise and asked, "Why do you say that?"

Fu Shaoge shook his head, and didn't want to talk anymore.He was used to keeping everything in his heart, making a dull ancient well, devouring all pain and burying it deep in the ground.

The friend put his arms around his shoulders: "What's the matter? You can say whatever you want, and I won't laugh at you."

Fu Shaoge wants to confide, but there is no one to confide in. Although Cheng Kuanbo protects him, he doesn't understand him. The servants at home are afraid of his parents, and even he doesn't want to get in touch with him. Some things are always held in his heart, which is too uncomfortable. .

He pressed his chest: "I...I want to tear the world apart, tear myself apart...Sometimes, I wish everything would disappear! I hate everything, including myself!"

Fu Shaoge pressed his heart hard, he felt the pain, the pain had eaten away at his heart for many years, he wanted to ask for help, but he couldn't speak.

"Why do you hate everything?" The friend looked at him seriously.

Fu Shaoge shook his head, the unhappiness that was deeply buried in his heart, even he himself can't explain it clearly, he has everything that many people don't have, but is this happiness?

Fu Shaoge's tears flowed down.

That was the only way he could call for help.

"Don't be sad." The friend hugged him and pressed his forehead against his forehead: "Go! Take you to fight crickets!"

Fu Shaoge thought he had found a confidant, but when he arrived at Xiang Xu the next day, the way other people looked at him made him understand everything.

Haha.

He has endured his father's fists, his mother's torture, and now the pain of being betrayed by his friends doesn't seem so unbearable.

However, those small whispers were like all-pervasive worms and snakes, burrowing into his ears bit by bit.

"It's gloomy all day long, and it looks like a weirdo."

"I've already told Ah Xiang not to play with him!"

"What do you mean there is a devil in your mind? It's really scary!"

Fu Shaoge didn't want to go to Xiangxu anymore.

Dad couldn't help but beat him up, it was grandpa who came and persuaded his dad, it's fine if he doesn't want to go, grandpa has money, so he can hire a good Confucian teacher for him, and teach him at home.

Before his grandfather was about to leave Hangzhou for Guangdong, he secretly went to his grandfather's yard.

He wanted to tell his grandfather about his mother's plight.

But outside the yard, he heard his grandfather scolding his mother.

"There is no reason for it. If you can honestly stay in the backyard to care for your husband and teach your children, how can he find a reason to scold you?"

"Stop crying, it's just hitting you twice. Which man in the world doesn't beat his wife?"

"Okay, just feel aggrieved. Our family is a merchant family. You can marry into such a family of poets and scholars. It is because of us that we are high-ranking. You are the mistress of the house, and you are enjoying the luxury. What's the big deal about small grievances?"

"Our family's business depends on the connections of the Fu family in the officialdom. Don't cry, go back quickly, don't keep your husband waiting!"

Fu Shaoge was stunned, unable to remember how he got back to his yard.

It turned out that everyone was no different.

Whether it's a good friend or a grandfather, no one can save him.

leave him alone.

Fu Shaoge doesn't want to show his heart to anyone anymore.

Since no one can save him, then save yourself!

Even if it is death, he must be freed.

Thinking about it now, his self-help was haphazard and ridiculously childish, but that was indeed all he could do at that time.

When father once again vented his anger and resentment on mother, Fu Shaoge attacked him.

He lifted the bench in the room and slammed it hard on Dad's head.

It's a pity that Dad was hit on the head by him, but he didn't die, and he didn't even faint.He just shook a couple of times, turned around and saw the nervous young man, furious, rushed up to beat him.

Fu Shaoge's neck was stuck by him, and he was suddenly deprived of oxygen, struggling to get away with a burst of blood.Mother can't count on it at all, she can only cry and scream, and can't do anything.

Fu Shaoge and his father wrestled together, their heads were bloodied, they were brought down by the stool, fell to the ground together, unable to get up.

Fu Shaoge had exhausted all his strength, and now even a child could easily kill him.

But he believed that his father was the same.

Just putting a pillow over his face and all the years of pain would go away.

Fu Shaoge struggled to stand up and complete the final blow, but just as he stood up unsteadily, he was pushed down by a person behind him.

Mother cursed in pain: "You wolf-hearted thing! How dare you do anything to your father!"

Fu Shaoge fell to the ground.

This time, he felt extremely heavy, as if being pressed down by Mount Tai, so heavy that he would never be able to stand up.

He looked at his mother, his eyes said: "Mother! I'm helping you!"

why?

Have you been cowardly for so long that you dare not even resist?

Why not!

Fu Shaoge opened his eyes wide.

Mother went to father.

don't want--

Fu Shaoge screamed silently.

However, the cowardly woman had lost the courage to resist after suffering years of injuries. She even helped her father up with a bit of flattery: "Master, are you alright? Master?!"

Father was shaken awake by her, stood up shaking, and scolded: "This bastard! This bastard is going to rebel! You gave birth to a good son, you bitch, look what kind of bastard you gave birth to?!"

He threw his mother away, and walked forward staggeringly.

The boy knew that his death was coming, but he suddenly wanted to laugh.

These two people are weak.

One who failed in the imperial examination after repeated trials and failed in the imperial examination. On the surface, he was devoted to the mountains and rivers, but in fact he could not be free and easy at all. He could only vent his resentment towards fate on women and children;

The one who dared not resist, let himself be tortured to the point of going crazy, could only whine, beg for mercy, cry bitterly, and vent his pain helplessly on the child;

are weak...

So useless... so useless, my lord!

Just as the father raised the stool and was about to smash it on his head, a flash of sword light flashed, and then the mother screamed, and soon she also shut up.

Fu Shaoge no longer noticed these things.

He lay on the ground and laughed.

The laughter grew from small to loud, from calm to crazy, Fu Shaoge laughed until he couldn't breathe, his voice was hoarse, and tears fell from his eyes.

Is this the weak?

He should never be weak.

The author has something to say: Don’t throw away the broken Fu Shaoge. Coat it with egg liquid, stick it with bread crumbs, fry it until it is golden and crispy, and take out the oil. The elderly and children love it, and Fang Congjian next door is crying.

Haha, maybe no one bought this chapter, but I still want to make it clear.I set it up when Fu Shaoge first appeared on the stage, and he was a little pervert with a twisted psychology when he appeared on the stage.Some readers couldn't understand, and said that I wrote what he wrote in a mess, including when he was in prison, looked at Fang Congjian, and thought to himself: This weak person, why doesn't he cry or beg for mercy?Readers find him inexplicable, because I can understand some perspectives, but readers don't know.At that moment, what he thought of was his mother. Fang Congjian didn't beg for mercy or bite him, which was different from his mother. That's why he aroused his interest. Later, he took Fang Congjian to his home and wanted to study him. .

After writing this chapter, I should explain clearly how he got into this state.

At least gave him an explanation.I feel sorry for him. He was originally a happy and lovely child like Zhen'er, but no matter what he has experienced, it is not a reason to do bad things. Fu Shaoge, let's go to Liaodong to reform.