The grass seeks the end of the world

Uncle Wang left in a hurry.

He was the only one who had such a good relationship with his father that he couldn't match it with words, and he joked beyond the rules, and called each other Lao Liu Lao Wang, in private.

As for the stage, the ancestors of the Wang family used to be officials, but not now.The Wang family is a commoner, how can they develop friendship with the official?Who believes.

Everyone knows that our two families are just neighbors, and the friendship between neighbors is nothing more than that.

Except for Uncle Wang, neither my father's friends nor my mother's family have spoken a word to me.

The clansmen in the prison also changed from cursing and crying for grievances to weeping weakly.

All kinds of speculation made everyone panic all day long.

I don't know whether it was because of my repeated requests or the regulations above, but finally on the 20th day, I was allowed to see my father.

I dragged my ankles and was led by the guards to the death row. The place where my father was held was the innermost place.

My heart is full of ups and downs, there are many things I want to ask, and there are many things I want to say.But after seeing his father, he couldn't say a word.

Father's face was pale, his eyes were bloodshot, and he was very thin. He was wearing a coarse prison uniform, white with the word "Prisoner" written in blood red on it.

There are four dishes, one soup and even wine in front of them that look very sumptuous.

Seeing this scene, my eyes went dark and my feet went limp.

The jailer was standing three steps away, and we, father and son, had no room for private conversation.

"sit."

"Have a meal."

Father looked calm, but the hands holding the chopsticks trembled slightly.

He took food for me and watched me eat until I burst into tears.

"Yanhua, live well." He said, "Whether you hate your father, hate your birth, or hate your future identity, live well."

He said: "I'm not a good father. I did something wrong, which hurt my whole family. I'm sorry, it's all my fault."

He said: "Don't ask anything, don't worry about anything, Yanhua, just live, I'm sorry to bother you. If it weren't for me as a father, you would have a better life. But since you were born as my son, you can only do this gone."

He said: "I'm sorry to ruin the rest of your life, but the mistake has been made. The only thing I'm glad is that you can still live."

He said: "Our father and son drank this glass of wine, and heaven and man will be separated forever. If there is an afterlife, I will try my best to make up for you."

He also said...

The spirits entered his throat and burned to the bottom of his heart.

"...Why?" My voice was weak.

He was silent for a while, finally sighed, and said eight words: "What you deserve, you can't help yourself."

Drunken, I yelled with tears, my voice was hoarse and far away, and the palm that fell on my face was my father's last warmth.

The next day, I saw the long-lost sunshine.

The weather was fine, the sun was shining brightly and it was warm.

I changed into a white coarse prison uniform, stood in the prison van, five cars away from my father, and paraded through the streets.

The chaotic voices of the people around poured into the eardrums, scolding my father, scolding my family—wasting the hard-earned money of the common people, disregarding human life, it should be cut off by a thousand swords, and the children and grandchildren should be cut off.

I know one of the officials on the execution platform who once touched my head and praised "this son's beautiful article", but now his face is sullen, and his eagle-like gaze sweeps across my face.

On the guillotine, a row of people kneeled.

I am at the end.

My father kept his head down, unable to see his expression, but I knew something was wrong—why did he become so weak overnight that he needed two people to support him?

No, it's not supporting, it's dragging.

Even when the executioner grabbed his hair, he didn't struggle at all, didn't move.

Father is not sober.

I was stunned.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, the decree was announced.

The stick fell to the ground, and the knife was unsheathed.

Heads down.

Blood splattered five steps.

The father's skull rolled all the way, bringing out winding bloodstains, and stopped facing the sky.

I heard the whole content of the decree, father, it is a serious crime.

His eyes are closed, and he is not dead.

I lost my father forever.

——Is he so relieved?

Watching the heads of the clansmen fall to the ground one by one, I fought with each other.

It's my turn soon, and it's okay, the road to Huangquan is not lonely.

I thought I would be beheaded with my father and the whole family.

But in the end I was left alone.

Blood flowed all over the guillotine, and my knees and calves were soaked in pools of blood.

The color, smell, temperature and texture of blood are remembered for a lifetime.

Declare the decree again, God loves the virtue of life, I just accompany the beheading.

I collapsed in a pool of blood.

Back in the prison, more than half of the people were gone.

Within a few days, I was led out of the prison and locked in a compound.

There are many other people who are my age or younger in the yard, all of whom look worried and worried.

The food was a little better than in the prison, but only a little bit. The difference was whether there were ten grains of rice in a bowl of porridge or twenty grains of rice, and whether there were ten or five grains of grains in a piece of cake.

As a newcomer, I was of course isolated.

But it's not that miserable, everyone is laughing at fifty steps, this is just a temporary residence.

At night, I sleep in the place closest to the door, where the air leaks.This is the first time I have squeezed a full bed. There are more than 40 people lying in a room, and I am thankful that I can basically lie flat.

Compared with being in prison, this is already several times better, at least there is hardened cotton wool under the body instead of wet rotten grass.

The concern for my father and the apprehension about life and death all disappeared, leaving only the bewilderment of the boundless road ahead.

Who will buy me?What do you buy it for?

My father said that he ruined the rest of my life, that is to say, I was sold as an official slave, and my whole life and future generations fell into low status.

My father made me resent him too.But I can't hate it.

Resentment?

Does resentment work?

The father's debt is paid by the son, in front of the direct victim, I should be responsible, right?

As for those irrelevant outsiders, those gossips...let them go.

Anyway, the situation couldn't get any worse.

I later found out that the situation could indeed be worse.

No, it's much worse.

His hands were tied in front of his body, and a noose was made around his neck to connect them together.

There were about a hundred of us, crowded in the shed.There is a compound, and there are also strange faces.

From time to time, people were led outside, sometimes five or six together, sometimes three or four together, I watched a few rounds, and they were probably selected as a group of people of similar age and stature.

First the older ones, and then the younger ones. Once they go out, they seldom come back, unless they are particularly thin, or seriously ill, or have flawed facial features, and they are placed in a corner of the shed.

Gradually, there were fewer and fewer people in the shed. I noticed that half of the people left were between 22 and [-] years old, and they were strong or good-looking.I stand in it, not brilliant.

Sure enough, I and two other people, like livestock, led the rope and rushed to the high platform outside.

Dozens of pairs of eyes under the table looked up and down.

I saw the familiar Uncle Wang.

Uncle Wang wants to buy me?

I was a little happy, but also a little sad.

"...Liu's son, an official family, fifteen years old, literate, good at playing piano, chess, calligraphy and painting... five taels of silver."

Me, Wuliang.

There are two people of the same age around me, three or two.

... so worthless.

Listening to A novel, the piano I caress on weekdays is worth at least 15 taels.

The three taels were quickly added three coins and taken away.

I hear a price increase about me.

Gradually the price exceeded 50 taels, which seemed to be a very high price. Ren Yazi's face was full of joy, but Uncle Wang's face was very ugly.

Because another man dressed as a housekeeper has been arguing with him.

Every time he adds one tael, the other party adds five taels.

At that time, I didn't know what a high price 50 taels was.

I don't know how many hundred taels Uncle Wang spent on me and my father.

I don't even know how much savings his family has.

I don't know the man dressed as the butler.

I would rather be bought by Uncle Wang.

But God doesn't follow people's wishes.

The man dressed as a butler said something to Uncle Wang and showed him something.

I could see clearly on the table that it was a waist card, which seemed to be owned by one of my father's colleagues.

Uncle Wang's anxious expression did not improve. He was about to argue with the other party when there was a commotion outside the door, and a young man came running.

At one glance, I was a little dizzy.

——Ah Xiao!

In prison, apart from worrying about my father, I also had a lot of time to miss him.

No matter how you think about it, if you didn't puncture the window paper, he would have no idea and it wouldn't bother him.

Dreams were crushed and shattered, now I look like this, oh...

But the decision is the decision. When I saw him, I still couldn't control my heart beating.

He stopped in front of his father and asked loudly why Uncle Wang came here every day.

Uncle Wang answered in a low voice, but Ah Xiao looked up on the stage and met my eyes, and he understood.

"You want to buy him?! What is his father, how dare you buy him!" He shouted at his father.

In a word, pouring cold water is like falling into an ice cave.

I couldn't hear what he said later, and I fainted on the stage.

After waking up, my head was groggy, and I saw a strange environment and a simple room.

The rope around his neck was gone, and his hands were still tied.

The strange little boy poked his head in and saw me awake, and flew to call someone.

With a burst of sweet fragrance, a bright red body, a beauty mole, and a well-maintained face, there are few fine lines that cannot be hidden.

He has an Adam's apple, and his voice is slightly hoarse:

"Little brother of the Liu family, everyone knows about your family, sorry. People have to look forward. I spent money to buy you and feed you, and you have to repay it. That's right."

"Yes." I admitted, "Excuse me, what is your name, and what is this place?"

"My name is Hong Luo, and this is Fireworks Lane—I forgot that you were brought here unconscious." He said, "Someone sold you here. This is the deed. You can watch it."

I saw the bright red fingerprints pressed next to the official seal, I saw the word "Hubu" shining brightly, I saw the name of the seller, the buyer and the guarantor side by side, I saw the cinnabar mark on my right index finger that was not wiped clean ...

What is Fireworks Alley, I've heard of it.

Ever since I became interested in Ah Xiao, I have inquired about related matters and know that there is such a place.

But... "Master So-and-so bought it for me." I said a name.

Hong Luo raised one eyebrow in surprise: "You got the news from Lingtong. Since that's the case, I'll tell you that it was his housekeeper who sent you in."

——It’s a gift, not a sale.