POW camp

Lindsay fiddled with a few daisies in the vase, looked at them carefully, and brushed the delicate petals with her fingertips.He likes this petite and soft flower very much, or he likes all wild flowers.It was their somewhat monotonous and inconspicuous colors that accompanied him through those unusually long years.

At that time, he could only see a ray of sunlight in the early morning, shining on the wild flowers beside the iron window, giving people a heartbreaking beauty and giving him warm hope and strength.It was precisely because of this that he was able to seize that opportunity, which was so short-lived, so weak that it couldn't be weaker, and successfully escaped from the control of the perverted doctor.Since then, he has deeply realized that as long as there is hope, don't give up.

Even a glimmer of hope.

That night, Lindsay and Morton had a night like no other.But the next morning, Morton was gone, and Lindsay could feel that he was avoiding him, and that he still loved him.There is no longer any conflict between them, why can't they be together?Why can't we do it all over again?Lindsay's 20-plus years of life have been difficult at every step. Every time she falls, she is bloody and bloody, and she is in pain. She still clenches her teeth and stands up tenaciously, moving forward.

He longs for warmth and happiness, and firmly believes that one day, he will have it too.

The table was covered with a snow-white tablecloth, and the dinner plate was covered with a crimson napkin.The candlesticks carved with fine patterns exude dim light, casting several shadows on the dining table.The aroma of wine and food blend together, mouth watering.

Lindsay re-examined every place and made sure there were no deviations before walking to the door and waiting quietly.

At this time, Morton was talking with Chari in the small living room, there were no outsiders, and the two brothers were much more casual.Charlie always had a faint smile on his lips, looking casual and unrestrained.Compared with him, Morton is too serious.In Charlie's impression, Morton seemed to rarely smile, and now he was more serious.

"You are too boring, Morton, and too serious, so rigorous that you are hateful. Those who serve you must be very sad."

"Only they know about this kind of thing, I don't need to think about it." Morton said stiffly.

"Oh, good. Then, will you go back to China with me?"

Morton was silent for a moment, then said: "Not yet, I promised the crown prince a favor, but I haven't fulfilled it yet."

Charlie shrugged: "Flo is not a good thing, you have to be careful not to be a murderous knife."

"It's not important." Morton said, "Everyone is just taking advantage of each other, and I have no loss, not to mention, he also paid the price."

"What price?" Charlie leaned closer, "If I'm not mistaken, it's that Lindsay."

Morton was expressionless.

Charlie sighed and said, "I can see that you love him very much, so why bother..."

"Charrey." Morton interrupted him bluntly, "A lot of things can't just be seen on the surface." He paused, and whispered meaningfully, "Especially people's hearts."

"Oh, well, this is your business, anyway, I'm leaving tomorrow. Ah, I just read a sentence from an ancient poetry collection and read it to you." Charlie cleared his throat and dragged on The voice recited, "It's better to take pity on the people in front of you than to be full of mountains and rivers." He drank the wine in his glass and walked away.

Mrs. Shaman walked in, as if she had something to report, but her expression was rather hesitant.

"What's the matter?" Morton asked.

"It's Lindsay, my lord. Lindsay wants to see you."

It is extremely presumptuous for a slave to ask to see his master, no matter how favored he is.Although Mrs. Sharman had already seen the unusual relationship between the two of them, and she couldn't stand Lindsay's begging, but once she asked, she felt uneasy.She waited for a while without Morton speaking, thinking that he was getting angry, and hurriedly added: "I'll call him right now..."

"No, I'll go." Morton got up, and Mrs. Sharman lowered her head to hide the astonishment on her face, and led the way.

As soon as Morton entered the side hall, he stopped, as if the door opened and he went back to the past in a trance.The same room, the same layout, the same food and drink, and the same people.

Lindsay's blue eyes were as gentle as water waves, and with a smile on his lips, he said, "Morton, I fried a steak for you, medium rare."

No, people are different, at least the Lindsay I am familiar with can neither speak nor hear.He would just wait quietly, smile quietly, and walk over quietly...

Morton stared at Lindsay intently, with an elusive emotion in his eyes, like loss and nostalgia, but absolutely no joy.

Lindsay paused for a while, he pursed his lips, smiled again, and said, "You have a lot of seasoning here, but it's not the same as what we've used before. I'll try to make it, and hope it won't be too bad."

Morton still didn't speak, and his gaze gradually turned cold as he watched Lindsay.

Lindsay took a deep breath with difficulty and found herself unable to speak.When he tilted his head, he caught a glimpse of the little daisy in the vase, and watched them both tremblingly and carefully.

It'll be all right, Lindsay told herself, it'll be all right.He mustered up the courage to speak again: "Morton, can you sit down? I want to have a good talk with you."

"And then?" Morton asked suddenly.

Lindsay was stunned. He didn't understand what Morton meant. Fortunately, Morton didn't need his answer, but continued on his own: "Then what will you do to me? Search for information, inform, or run away ?!"

"No, I will not……"

"You won't? You don't know what?" Morton sneered, his eyes shot a piercing sarcasm, "You once stole my information while smiling affectionately at me, and you once comforted my pain and sorrow Tell this gaffe to Hovis, you once pretended to be kidnapped and threw yourself into my arms and wept bitterly. You even restrained yourself from shouting on the bed lest I find out that you are not dumb! You don’t know anything ? You still don’t know what to do to me?!” Morton’s voice grew louder and turned into a manic scream, “Lindsay, Lindsay! I don’t blame you for being a spy, I don’t blame you for revealing my secrets. All information. Our identities are the same, we have all received all kinds of cruel training, and we all know that the means will not be used to achieve the goal. But I can’t be as ruthless as you. Even spies have their own principles and insurmountable limits Faith. And you, do you have the heart to sell your feelings and your motherland for the mission? Are you still human?!"

Morton's screams resounded in the side hall, and Mrs. Sharman and the slaves in the corridor could hear them clearly.They had never seen their master look so angry, and they were all so frightened that they didn't dare to take a breath.Every word and sentence pierced Lindsay's heart like a sword.He stood motionless, as stiff as a stone statue, and his face was as pale as a stone statue.

Morton approached Lindsay step by step, his voice was depressing and hoarse: "What else can you do to me? What else can you do to me? Do you know that I have decided to testify against Lan Ting, and it is no longer useful to you, Decided to leave? Or are you trying to continue to bind me with your emotions, go back to the country with me, and then deliver the information of Huixuan Kingdom to your crown prince?"

"No." Lindsay whispered, and he stared at Morton with heartfelt earnestness, as if to cut his heart to him, "I just... Morton, that night... I thought, we could re- start……"

Morton didn't speak for a long time, and the anger in his eyes dissipated little by little, leaving only desolation.He turned around and walked out.

"Morton." Lindsay called out, and he said as if he was about to grab the last piece of driftwood, "I love you."

"Really?" Morton smiled shyly, and said calmly, "Unfortunately, I can't trust you anymore."

Just the night before Lan Ting's treason trial, a dilapidated black carriage was heard next to the police station in the outskirts of the city.A gray-haired middle-aged man slowly stepped down from the carriage.He was just about to turn the corner when another person jumped out of the carriage and grabbed his arm violently.The two hid in the shadow of the wall, and after a long time, the middle-aged talent came out again.He looked around, his eyes were unusually clear and firm, and he made sure that there was nothing wrong with the surroundings, and went up the steps.

There were only three or four officers on duty left in the police station, and they looked very deserted. A few petty thieves were locked in a corner, yawning sleepily.There are photos of various wanted criminals posted on the wall, and the most eye-catching one hanging in the center is obviously a young soldier.

The middle-aged men strode down the corridor and into their duty room.

"Do you want to report the crime?" The policewoman stretched out the notebook with a tired face.

"No, I'm here to surrender."

The policewoman regained her spirits immediately, and glanced at the middle-aged man vigilantly: "What case?"

The middle-aged man didn't answer immediately, but reached out and took off the wig on his head and the beard on his lips, revealing a rather handsome face.He smiled lightly at the policewoman: "I am Lan Ting."

The news that Lan Ting surrendered to court for a public trial swept across the entire Ole country overnight like a tide, and people at all levels were alarmed. This explosive news became the headline of the newspaper the next day. Countless reporters gathered in In front of the court, the soldier who committed "treason" was waiting.

At eight o'clock, Lanting was put into a prison van, surrounded by four policemen with live ammunition, and the prison van was equipped with the most advanced bulletproof glass.Not because he was afraid that Lan Ting would run away halfway, but because he was afraid that the angry onlookers would tear him apart.

The prison car moved very slowly, and countless people gathered around the roadside, raising their arms and shouting or throwing stones and eggs.The crowd was furious and furious, and wished to pull Lan Ting out of the car immediately and bite him to death one by one. Even the children rushed to spit on the prison car, everyone's faces were twisted and horrific.

Lan Ting's face was very pale.He had already prepared for these things, but he did not expect such a terrifying scene of unanimous words.His crime of treason has become a certainty. No one cares about why he did it. No one wants to know the truth of the matter. In other words, they always think that their judgment is the truth.

The power of the masses is great, but sometimes, it is terrible.

Lan Ting tightly closed his eyes, neither looking nor listening.He has the courage to face all the results, but at the same time, he knows clearly that if he is convicted of the crime, he will never be able to live humiliated and live amidst the scolding of the people across the country. Worse than death.

The Royal Supreme Court is in charge of hearing this case, which is located on the west side of the majestic and towering palace, in the very center of the city.The judge is the Royal First Judge, who is highly respected and has a reputation for impartiality.He has been retired for four years. Because of Lan Ting's special noble status, in order to give the people a satisfactory result, Crown Prince Flotte asked him to come out of the mountain to bear this burden.

The lawyer for the prosecution was the chief lawyer of the Hill family, and Hill specially recommended him to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince and received permission.

The lawyer who defended Lan Ting was a little-known little guy. This was already expected by everyone. Who would defend him?It must be a stain on the career.That young man wanted to be famous like crazy.

After the lawyer's carriage passed, the cars of the Blue Corps followed.The reporters swarmed up and surrounded the room.

"Is Lanting's absconding a while ago related to the Lan's Legion?"

"Your only son is about to face the court trial, what do you want to say to everyone?"

"If Lan Ting is convicted, will it affect the future development of the Lan Corps? Will it shake its position in Her Majesty's heart?"

Mrs. Lean walked up the steps slowly, expressionless, and scanned the reporters who were scrambling for the future with a harsh gaze, making them quiet involuntarily.

"First of all." Her voice was not high, with a cold texture of metal hitting, "Whether Lan Ting committed treason or not, it will be decided by the judge and the jury after the trial is over. Besides, anyone, Any group is not allowed to make rash judgments and create public opinion in an attempt to interfere with judicial justice. I think even teenagers understand this kind of superficial truth, don’t you guys know it?” She paused, “In addition, I I want to announce one thing. If the court judges that Lan Ting is guilty, of course we respect the result. But if the court declares that Lan Ting is innocent, I will immediately take him back to the Lan family and recognize his legal status as the heir. "

As soon as this remark came out, there was a commotion in the crowd, and a reporter immediately asked: "Mrs. Lien, are you implying that you will support Lan Ting?"

"You want to exonerate Lan Ting?"

Mrs. Lien didn't say another word, and followed Captain Lan up the long steps in front of the court.

Lan Ting entered the court from the other side, through a long corridor to the waiting room, a section without walls, like a long balcony.Countless people were waiting there, knowing that they could see Lan Ting here.

As soon as Lan Ting walked out, the slogans rang loudly: "Execute him! Shoot him!" Justice in the heart.

In an inconspicuous corner, there is a group of people sitting.They were wearing whitewashed military uniforms with many patches sewn on, and their expressions were solemn and quiet.It was in stark contrast to the red-faced and clamoring crowd of demonstrators who were shouting heart-piercingly.

In the front of the group, there was an old soldier in his fifties sitting in a wheelchair. It was actually Major Fisherand.As soon as he raised his head, he was facing Lan Ting's eyes, and a smile appeared on his calm face.Major Fisheron waved his hand violently, and the group of portraits got the order, stood up abruptly, and opened a huge banner.It read: Support Lan Ting!

Gail shouted loudly: "Salute!"

All raised their arms together.

In an instant, tears welled up in Lan Ting's eyes, he slowly raised his hand, and returned a heavy military salute.