The actor who wears it is a loyal dog

"Ying Qi, the master is calling you." Feng Xing was woken up by being splashed with cold water. Although the summer has just passed, the autumn cold has already invaded.Feng Xing, who was used to the air conditioner, suddenly returned to the past. The biting cold made him shiver, but his mind was in a trance.

The body adapted to the current situation earlier than the mind, and Feng Xing habitually followed the people.

The man was wearing a butler's clothes. The robe should be made of silk, and he didn't seem to be from an ordinary family.

"Hmph, I thought I was the majestic leader of the shadow guards, but now I'm just an ordinary shadow guard. If I don't wake up after sleeping, I really think I'm of noble birth."

"Why, the previous parade didn't let you recognize your identity?"

The memory gradually came to life, Feng Xing remembered that this was when he was just demoted.This housekeeper is called Su Fang, a slave of the Su family.His father's surname was Fang, and he was given the surname of his master.

Feng Xing never told Feng Jing why he was afraid of crowded places.And the street parade just mentioned is the most important reason.

To this day, he can still remember the scene of the parade.

He was tied into the prison car, followed by many former subordinates and colleagues.The shackles tightly locked his neck, and heavy objects fell on his limbs. He had to do his best to maintain a standing posture.

The object of his protection, Qin Zhi, is a good official praised by everyone, but he is just a treacherous official who participated in the assassination of the prime minister.Before he realized what happened, Feng Xing was charged with such a crime and sentenced to be reduced to a slave and paraded in the streets.

The prison clothes on his body were tattered. Obviously, he had suffered a lot before patrolling the streets.However, this is nothing compared to the blow he suffered psychologically—the people who he swore to protect with his life, the stones and dirt thrown at him, and they can even hear their cries in his ears: "Kill him!" !Kill him!" "He is the one who killed Master Qin!" And the emperor, who was kind to him, also regarded him as a chess piece that could be thrown at will.

His ears were buzzing, and everything seemed to be abstracted, only the vague shouts and hot gazes.He felt as if he had been stripped of his clothes, accepting people's humiliation naked.

He can't resist, can't escape, he can only still suffer from the pain and stickiness on his body, he will always be nailed to the pillar of shame, and bear the infamy for a lifetime.

Since then, Feng Jing has been afraid of crowds.

At that time, he was just 22 years old, and he was at his most vigorous. He still dreamed of taking on the vision of rejuvenating the family, but was dragged into the quagmire by reality.The former little general in light armor has died, and only a humble slave Yingqi who is beaten and scolded is left to live in the world.His silence is both resistance and compromise.

Feng Xing followed Su Fang, swallowed by that distorted memory.

Feeling that someone wanted to hit him, he instinctively raised his hand to fight back, but forgot his current identity, and was crushed by a group of servants who heard the sound.

Feng Xing stood there in a daze, never thinking about what kind of torture he would encounter. What appeared repeatedly in his mind was the figure of Feng Jing - the master he decided to follow his whole life.

Why would I come back?Could it be that he would never see his master again?Those memories that were warm enough to dispel any pain became alive only because of having someone, Feng Xing had the idea of ​​resistance for the first time, the first time he wanted to break the rules he had insisted on for 20 years.

He stood up vigorously, overturned the servants who were pressing down on him, and wrestled with them.

"Inverted! Inverted!" Su Fang shouted.

The moment Feng Xing noticed the sound of breaking wind in his ear and turned his head——

He woke up.

Although he realized that he was just having a dream, Feng Xing was not easy, and he can still remember the cold light reflected from the blade when he turned his head.

During the five years he was a slave, he was splashed with ice water while falling asleep, and fell asleep on the meadow with injuries all over his body, but he seldom had nightmares like today—even sleep was A luxury.

But now?Maybe it's because the current life is too peaceful, Feng Xing has also started to dream, some are good, some are bad, some are vague when he wakes up, and some are so clear today.Feng Xing always felt that he would not be affected by these dreams, as if he could pretend to be an ordinary person in the crowd, but now, he doubted himself again.

Sure enough, life is so good now, and people have become more expensive.Feng Xing smiled wryly, put on his slippers and went to the bathroom to wash off the cold sweat on his body.

The author has something to say: Tomorrow and the day after tomorrow I will have a bigger one!