Days and nights of women's clothing in front of the Duke

The condemned prisoner knelt in front of Austin.

He looked old, tired, old, his strong body was covered with bruises, dirty, slumped, unable to see clearly, and flies buzzed around him.

A disgraceful sinner.

The Duke stood up and stepped back a little. He was wondering what Neil said. Who would love such a person? Could it be that the noble lady is blind?

Andy was beside the condemned prisoner with a deadpan expression on his face. Most of the time, he didn't look like a young man, and at this moment, he had a high tolerance for filth and stench. The Duke saw him bend over and straighten the condemned prisoner's hair.

A friend's reassurance, containing the soft reassurance of don't worry.

But he has never been gentle with the duke, no matter what time it is, it is like a bursting spark, making people yell.

The Duke devoted his attention to carefully observing the condemned prisoner under his feet.

Old skirts, cheap lace, shredded and draped over his body like rags, covering his undulating texture. He is tall and calm, with his body bent and bent on the ground, like a sleeping lion.

"Are you Ingmar Walsall?"

He only asked a question, and couldn't help frowning, and glanced at Andy. The boy with wheat-colored skin remained motionless, his downcast eyes were as humble as those of a death row prisoner, and he divided two completely different worlds.

The interrogator, the interrogated.

The noble, the lowly.

"Yes, my lord."

"Then." The Duke paused, because he saw the pair of eyes in the dust. The condemned prisoner raised his head rashly without permission. He looked around, as if he was looking for something, and then lowered his head.

"What crime did you commit?" The Duke continued to interrogate, but the death row prisoner didn't answer, and Andy urged him softly, and he shook his head.

The Duke saw the disappointment on Andy's face, so he slowed down his tone: "Ingmar Walso, you don't have to shy away, tell me everything, although I am not a knight who hates evil, I will not deliberately create injustice."

This didn't seem to work, the prisoner on death row was unwilling to speak, his posture was humble, as if he had accepted his fate, and he had no desire for the coming justice.

At this time, the Duke received news that his housekeepers Sabo and DeWitt had arrived at Hall Manor.

"Your Excellency, you should go see him first." Neil said respectfully, "You have given enough time to this death row prisoner."

The Duke took one last look and nodded, as if making a ridiculous joke, he came and left in a hurry, without waiting, but everything was logical again.

Andy said, "Listen to what he has to say, please."

The Duke shook his head, hesitated for a moment, and then stopped to explain: "Andy, even if I am the Duke, I cannot overturn the judgment of the Red Knights. I can listen to his grievances and help him appeal to the Red Knights. He can do it, but he won't say anything."

Andy bent down and begged: "He will talk, please give him a little more time."

The Duke opened his mouth, but did not speak. Right now he has more important things to do than this.

"Wait until I get back," he said at last. "I'll listen to him."

Andy had no way to stop him, he nodded dully, and then his figure was overwhelmed by the following servants, and he retreated to the end.

Andy reached out to pick up Ingmar's clothes that had been blown off by the breeze, and slowly put them on him. He was dazed for a while before saying to the guard, "Can I stay with him for a while?"

The guard laughed: "No problem, but you have to go to the prison, I can't let him out."

Andy helped Ingmar up, without saying a word, and walked into the dark prison step by step.

The prison was damp and dark, and the smell was terrible, but Ingmar seemed very comfortable. He sat in the corner and paved the hay for Andy.

"Thank you Andy, you stayed for me, I know how worried you are about your sister." His voice was low and gentle: "But Annie is fine, she is a smart girl, and she left with the big ship that delivered the wood. Fly away like a butterfly, no one can catch her."

Andy could only see the vague outline of Ingmar. In the darkness, he lost his sense of reality like a ghost, leaving only an untouchable, gray and cold shadow.

"Ingmar, you didn't tell me why?"

"Oh, Andy, do you really want to hear me tell a boring story? I promise it's not as good as any of the poems you've ever sung." Ingmar said, "Get out, this is not where you should stay." Place, are you working for the duke now? That's fine, you're a fine man with a bright future ahead."

"Ingmar!" Andy grabbed his hand: "You are Annie and I's best friend."

Those hands suddenly became very stiff, and he tried hard to break free, but Andy clenched it tightly. After a while, there was a sudden choking sound in the darkness.

"Maybe I should die." He said in a trembling voice, "Why can't I be like everyone else."

The warm liquid splashed on the back of Andy's hand, and the crying was muffled in his throat, turning into some kind of self-destructive mourning.

"I'm sorry." He said: "I want to live too, but I have no chance, no one can save me, I shouldn't implicate you, you are a good boy, Anne is waiting for you, get out, get out. "

"Ingmar, I can help you!" Andy said firmly.

Ingmar couldn't push the boy who was as stubborn as a rock, and finally he sat down. His injuries were too serious and he was too tired, and he was powerless to refuse the boy's kindness.

Looking at the dark prison, Ingmar suddenly remembered something, and cheered up a little.

"Andy, can you promise me one thing?"

Andy sat down next to him, the boy's body dry and warm against Ingmar's scarred arm.

"Okay." He agreed without hesitation.

Ingmar smiled: "I've always wanted a painting. If you remember, can you find a painter for me after you go out? I want a portrait."

Andy said: "Let's go out together and find the best painter to paint your portrait."

Ingmar's hoarse laughter suppressed a gentle cry: "Thank you Andy, I used to have no friends, no worries, and lived alone for many years. Later, when I met you and Annie, I felt that maybe the goddess treats me as well. Not so cruel, even when she made the cruelest jokes on me."

Ingmar suddenly spoke in a low voice, his voice was so low and light that it would slip out of his ears if he didn't pay attention, and Andy had to hold his breath and concentrate on it.

Ingmar said.

"I used to have mom and dad, but they loved me too much, I was in too much pain, I couldn't tell them I was a woman, if I told them, would they let me die, I don't know, so I just kept going Forbearance, forbearance, until I couldn't bear it anymore, I stole my mother's clothes to wear, only that one time, I swore I was hiding, but I was still seen."

"Then it happened. Mom and Dad knew about it, and so did many people I didn't know. They laughed at me, insulted me, and used words that I understood and didn't understand. Then my parents died. , died of illness, I knew they loved me very much, and I wanted to be myself, so I ran away and lived as a woman."

"I have been wandering and passing through many places. At the beginning, I was really sad. I couldn't find a job, I had no food, and even the beggars who ate in the garbage dumps looked down on me. It was too hard. I didn't understand why I had to suffer like this. Endless ridicule and contempt, maybe I am really sick, I want to be a woman, this is a sickness, I want to cure it."

"So I thought it would be nice to be a man, I wanted a job, I wanted friends, I wanted to be respected, I was fed up with being humiliated and ridiculed, I wanted to be a normal human being, but it's not working, Andy, it's not working .”

"I cut men's hair and wear men's clothes, but no matter what changes I made, they still treated me the same, whether I was a man or a woman, I always lived the same life, so I said that is still Be yourself, so I picked up skirts again, and then I was in sideshow."

"I just found out that being laughed at by others can also fill my stomach. I think this is very good, and I can wear my skirt happily."

"I never expected love, it's too far away."

Ingmar sighed lowly: "Maybe you find it incredible, and I also find it incredible. She came to me and poured out her love words to me. I don't know what she loves me. Maybe it's like playing with a dog, but she I'm willing to say yes to everything I say, and I love her."

"I don't care what people say anymore, I'm not wrong, I do the hardest jobs, the ugliest, the funniest characters, I don't have a beautiful body, I don't have an attractive look, but I don't feel sorry for myself, Andy, I believe her Love me, and I deserve her love."

"I want to take her away, she is so happy, no one is cuter than her, like a sunflower, that is the happiest day in my life."

"Andy, so even if I fail, I don't want to implicate her, promise me, don't make this a big deal, let me die, for my lover."

Andy couldn't speak, he sat quietly, and it took a long time before he stood up from the ground.

"Andy, promise me." Ingmar's voice was low and gentle, extremely light.

The boy didn't answer, and left the prison with heavy steps.

The guard opened the gate, and the boy who came out of the gloomy prison also had an indescribable stench.

"Goddess, you should take a shower before you go to bed."

"Please take care of my friend." Andy said blankly, "I will give you gold coins."

"Sir, you can't make empty promises."

Andy dug into his pockets, and indeed he didn't have a penny. He vaguely remembered that he was a poor man, so he began to pray: "I'll get the money, but until then, please take care of my friend."

The guard closed the gate: "I don't think he can wait for you to come with the money. In two hours, he will die."