Placid Chang'an

Perhaps it was Zheng Yang who came over that day to explain, but the grandmother who delivered the meal never forgot Su Cen's meal, and came twice a day, even if she didn't eat the last meal, she would replace it with a new one.

After a few days, new quilts and braziers were delivered, and there were even a few new legendary story books on the market for him to pass the time.

Su Cen was very contented. He rarely had time to spend like this throughout the year. He didn't have to worry about anything, and he would have something to eat when the time came. There were so many people running around for food and clothing, but it didn't take him any effort to get it.

Just don't think about it too much, outside things, outside people, the slightest thought will feel uncomfortable like a needle prick.

Every day when grandma brought food, Su Cen scratched a line on the wall, until one day a wall suddenly scratched to the end.

Su Cen looked up and asked, "What day is it today?"

Grandma was taken aback for a moment, and raised her eyes to look at the person inside. In the past, the person she came here was not in Bai~Wan Xiao! He said he was sleeping, but today he rarely opened his mouth.She has seen too many death row prisoners locked up here, some of them wash their faces with tears every day, and some of them say that they have been wronged when they catch someone, but this person has not cried or made a fuss since he came in, and he was peaceful until the beginning. Days she often forgets his existence.

Grandma casually reported the date, but she didn't take her eyes off the person.

Even though his hair is unkempt, he can still see some clear and handsome eyes from his brows, his eyes are especially beautiful, behind the disheveled hair, they still can't hide the light, although his figure is thin, his waist is as straight as a pine and cypress. The more I feel out of place here.

After picking up the rice bowl, the man muttered in a low voice: "How did it go so fast?"

Grandma asked casually, "Why so fast?"

Su Cen raised his head and gave people a slight smile, pointing to the horizontal bars that had been scratched out on the wall, "Tomorrow is the day of my execution."

Grandma was shaken by that smile. How could a person smile and say "Tomorrow is the day of my execution"?It doesn't look like a heinous crime, why did he go to death row at a young age?

When he realized it, the words had already come out: "Young man, what did you do?"

Su Cen bit his chopsticks and thought about it seriously, "Maybe it's because... I told the truth."

"If you tell the truth, you have to die?"

"Because no one dares to tell the truth, and no one dares to believe it. If they don't believe it, they say my words are false. It seems that when I die, the white can become black, and the past can be regarded as innocent. If it happens, everyone will be happy and the world will be peaceful.

Grandma was puzzled: "Since no one believes it, why do you still say it?"

"Because..." the young man gently lowered his eyes, "Facts are facts, and the truth should not be clouded by lies. Some people shouldn't die without knowing it, and some people shouldn't live in vain."

Grandma was confused, and finally decided to ask something understandable, "Young man, are you married yet?"

"Yeah." Su Cen nodded heavily after being taken aback for a moment, her brows brightened a little, "Although it's not that the medium is married, but we have worshiped the world and entered the bridal chamber. With the testimony of the ancestors of the world, we should also be regarded as husband and wife Alright."

"Look at your kind face, so your wife should also be a virtuous person?"

"He's fine...very good..." Su Cen bit his chopsticks and nodded, and in the blink of an eye, Dou Da's tears suddenly fell down and hit the cold bowl with a loud noise.

Grandma knew that she was hurting someone again, so she sighed lightly, stood up and said, "It's the meal after all, I'll make you some delicious food tomorrow, what do you want to eat?"

Su Cen thought for a while and said, "Then please cook me a bowl of Yangchun noodles."

Grandma was taken aback. She had seen a lot of prisoners on death row, and she asked for all kinds of delicacies. She was the first one who asked for noodles. She couldn't help reminding: "The noodles are soft, and they will rot if they are soaked in soup."

But someone nodded firmly, "It's okay, I want a bowl of Yangchun noodles."

It's just that the bowl of Yangchun noodles was not eaten, and there were still a few hours before the execution, when two servants suddenly came to the prison, and first opened the shackles on his hands and feet, and then opened the prison door, "Let's go!" .”

Su Cen stood there in a daze for quite a while, until the two clerks got impatient and shouted at him, "Are you going to leave or not? Are you addicted to living here?"

Su Cen felt his throat was dry, and it took him a while to say two words, "Where are you going?"

"Wherever you like to go, who cares about you."

The two yamen servants didn't bother to wait for him to babble any longer, leaving the cell door wide open, they took a step ahead, and said as they walked, "It's so strange that some of the people who came in here still came out alive, the real big girl got on the sedan chair—the head Once."

Su Cen moved his hands and feet, and got used to the feeling of the weight. Once he took it off, he felt a little uncomfortable. It took him a while to get out of the prison. Looking back, he saw the shackles falling off the ground, the hard and cold bluestone slab. , the moss all over the wall, there is still a sense of unreality that is both true and false.

Su Cen's every step was like walking in the clouds, one foot deep and one foot shallow, and finally reached the door of the prison. Before he got used to the sudden sunshine, he was hit head-on by something and almost fell backward.

"Brother Su, Brother Su, you've figured it out..." A familiar voice wailed in his ear, Su Cen stabilized a little before finally standing upright, hugging the soft and slender figure in his arms, those feelings Only then recovered one by one.

"Ling'er..." Su Cen patted the person on the back, tried to open his eyes several times, but was forced back by the dazzling light.He had been in the dark for a long time, and his eyes seemed to have degenerated, unable to adapt to the sunlight outside.

"Don't open your eyes yet," Zheng Yang's voice said, "Take your time, don't hurt yourself."

Su Cen nodded, pulled Qu Ling'er out of her arms a little, and asked, "Who else?"

"Second young master, and me." Ah Fu said hastily.

There was no other sound.

It would be a lie to say that he was not lost, but Su Cen allowed himself to be lost for a while, then stopped in time, and then groped forward a few steps, "Zheng Yang?"

Zheng Yang hurriedly reached out to catch it, "I'm here."

"What the hell is going on here?"

Su Cen couldn't see the expression on the man's face, but heard a slight sigh. Zheng Yang turned to pat the back of his hand lightly, "Anyway, it's good that you're fine."

It took another half a day for Su Cen to barely open his eyes in the room after returning to Su's house, watching Ah Fu busily boil water for him to take a bath and prepare food for him, preparing a table full of his favorite dishes .

After returning from the gate of hell to the fireworks in the world, Su Cen found out whether he was in reality or a dream after checking again and again.

Qu Ling'er was like a little quail that rarely calmed down, she stayed by his side without saying a word, but she never took her eyes off his face.

"What?" Su Cen touched his face unconsciously and asked, "Haven't you washed it off?"

"No," Qu Ling'er shook her head hastily, her mouth flattened and tears flowed down her face, she threw herself into Su Cen's arms, "Brother Su, I thought I would never see you again..."

"Stupid Linger," Su Cen patted the man on the back with a smile, feeling sad in his heart, he laughed that Qu Linger was stupid, so why isn't he.

It was past three quarters in the afternoon, and the head on his neck was still on his neck, which was really strange enough.

There was still a faint sour smell in the air. Su Cen thought he had soaked it thoroughly, and the clothes were all fumigated by Ah Fu with incense, but he couldn't find the source anywhere. Su Cen leaned over to smell Qu Ling'er.

A sour and rancid smell hits the face, and it is also mixed with a bit of anti-oily smell.

Su Cen pushed him away a little, "Ling'er...you seem to be smelly too."

It's no wonder that the two of them didn't dislike anyone when they hugged each other at the beginning, and their love is already "like-smelling".

"Is there?" Qu Ling'er picked up her cuff and sniffed it, then raised her head and looked at Su Cen innocently: "That's what I always smell like."

Su Cen looked down and saw two shoes on Qu Ling'er's feet, one was black and the other was red, and the red one was about to turn black.

He vaguely remembered that Qu Ling'er was wearing the wrong clothes before he was imprisoned, and this dress...seemed to be the clothes of that day...

"You..." Su Cen moved away a little calmly, "How long has it been since you changed your clothes?"

Qu Ling'er frowned and thought about it seriously, "Didn't Ah Fu wash me every day?"

Ah Fu, who brought shark fin chicken soup to the table, said, "I haven't washed clothes since the Second Young Master's accident."

Qu Linger: "..."

Su Cen: "..."

Quietly, he hid a little further away.

Qu Ling'er jumped forward without any suspicion, grabbed Su Cen's arms and shook them, "Brother Su, you still owe me Shunfulou's elbow and two taels of sweet-scented osmanthus wine."

At the beginning, it seems that he said that he would buy Qu Ling'er an elbow, but times have changed, things have changed, and Qu Ling'er still remembers it.

"The sweet-scented osmanthus brew is gone," Su Cen smiled at people, "When the first snow falls, I'll make you a jar of Huanglu Shao."