Marriage on behalf of others is risky, so you need to be cautious the second time

一

There is a mute in the fishing village, weak in appearance and withdrawn in personality.Reading five carts of knowledge empty-handed has no power to restrain a chicken.

Ordinary people say they are poor, and they usually say that they can't even open the pot, but the dumb can't even afford the pot.

The mute's eyes were beautiful, with deep-colored pupils and drooping eye tails, giving rise to a sense of melancholy for no reason.

People in the village said that the dumb man had definitely done something outrageous in his previous life, and he got retribution in this life. He had a hoarse voice and could not speak a single word.

Dumb has no father and no mother. It is said that when he was a child, his family was poor, and he was sold by his parents to a rich family as a slave.But the young master was very unfavorable in front of the master, so he often vented his anger on the servants and beat and scolded him frequently.Because the mute can't speak or cry out in pain, no one notices when he is beaten, and he often bears the brunt of it.

Later, the mute couldn't take it anymore, and escaped from the mansion by himself, jumped into the Luoxia River in winter, and floated with a piece of driftwood for two days and two nights, and finally got rid of the house slaves who were chasing him.

After that, the mute kept his anonymity and was barely free.

But during the two days when he soaked in the Luoxia River, he got sick all over his body, couldn't do heavy work, and had to take medicine frequently, so he lived very poorly.

The mute makes a living by selling words.His handwriting is elegant and elegant, revealing the elegance of a literati, many people like it.

It's just that the weather has been freezing recently, and people seldom go out. He set up a stall at the entrance of the village for a whole day, and he only wrote a letter for someone—two pennies.

For two pennies, you can buy a steamed bun.

But it's been cold lately, and he needs a quilt.

He wants to earn money and buy quilts, instead of covering himself with all the clothes and pressing a wooden chair on it when he is too cold to sleep.

That day, Mute's writing was not sold again.

He thought for a while, packed up the stalls, and walked to the pier - there were cargo ships there every day, and a lot of coolies were needed to help unload them.

But the goods are generally very heavy, and the mute is weak and can't carry them.

He went anyway because he didn't want to freeze to death.

The supervisor looked him up and down, shook his head again and again, but felt that he was a poor man, so he still couldn't bear to cut off his life.So he nodded in agreement and asked him to carry some light sacks.

"One bag is one penny. Unload the goods from the ship and move them to the horse on the opposite side. There is a boss standing there. One bag is one penny."

The mute nodded vigorously, bowed to the supervisor several times, and Le Tengteng rushed onto the cargo ship.

His speed is very slow, at the speed of one run, others can run six times.If you carry one bag on your shoulders, you can carry two bags.

Even so, the mute still gritted his teeth and earned twenty pennies.

He was very happy when he got his wages.

"Dumb, here's the last bag for you."

The sun was about to set, and the coolies saw that he was in a hurry to spend money, so they left him a bag, asked the boss for the money, and waved away.

The mute smiled at him as a thank you.Wiping the sweat off his head, he walked into the cabin panting.

The goods moved today are rice, and a bag weighs fifty catties.

But the cargo ship did not leave the port, because there is still a batch of cargo in the cabin, which will be moved tomorrow. It is said that it is brocade cloth imported from Nanyang.The mute didn't have an inner compartment, so he just walked up to the last bag of rice, stood it up, squatted down, and prepared to carry it on his shoulders.

Suddenly, there was a "dong" sound from the inner cabin.

Although it was faint, it was hitting the dumb heart in this unpopular cabin.His movements stopped suddenly, thinking that he had heard wrong.The overseer was guarding the horse team outside, and the sailors and handymen in the ship had all gone to eat, so he was probably the only one on board.

"Boom!"

There was another muffled sound, this time louder than the previous one.

The mute slowly put down the sack, his face pale with fright.He was used to being beaten and scolded by that family since he was a child, and whenever he heard any noise, his body subconsciously tensed up, as if the whip was about to hit him in the next moment.

He looked towards the barn door, but there was no one there.At this time, there was another thud in the inner cabin, like the restlessness of a beast when it was trapped.

The mute swallowed, thinking he should go in and take a look.

He didn't believe in ghosts and gods, and it was precisely because he didn't believe in ghosts that he wanted to see what was pretending to be ghosts.

He picked up the broom and walked towards the inner cabin step by step.

The cabin was silent, and the straw sandals creaked on the wooden boards.

His steps were very vain, but his palms were tightly clenched, if something rushed out suddenly, he would be able to knock it head-on.

Boom... Boom...

The mute couldn't tell whether it was the sound of the cabin or his own heartbeat, and all the sweat that hadn't been exhausted from the work was breaking out now.

Bypassing the sack mountain in the inner cabin, the mute gradually walked in.That was the place where the cloth was piled up, half a person's tall boxes were stacked one upon another, but one of them was lying strangely in the corner.

Boom!

This time the mute was confirmed, and the voice came from this box.

If he could speak, he would definitely ask sharply: "Who is pretending to be a ghost?"

But his mouth opened, and no sound came out.Only brave enough to knock on the box with a broom.

At this moment, the sound stopped instead.

The mute was stunned for a moment, not knowing where the courage came from, and knocked on the loose iron nail on the sealing board. With two bangs, the nail protruded from the wooden board at one end, bent to the side, and finally fell out of his body. out.

When he reacted, the sealing plate had already landed, and the man in the box was staring at him with a pair of bloody eyes.

The smell of blood rushed to his face. The man was seriously injured, and the cloth on his body was ragged. It was not made of inferior materials like dumb clothes, but was pierced by a sharp weapon with holes all over his body. Only a few pieces of shapeless cloth stuck to his body to cover up.

But even for such a seriously injured man, his eyes are still sharp, like a leopard in a cage, irritable, vicious, and arrogant, aiming at its prey and waiting for an opportunity to move.

Only then did the mute realize what a self-defeating thing he had done, scared away the broom in his hand, staggered, and hurried out of the cabin.

But the next moment, a generous palm covered his mouth, and his body was pulled back by a huge force.

The man imprisoned the mute in front of him, covered his mouth with one hand, and strangled his throat with the other, with such force that it almost crushed him.

Then, the man whispered a warning in his ear:

"Shut up, or I'll kill you!"

His voice was very deep, probably because he hadn't been in water for a long time, and it was hoarse with all the vicissitudes of life.

The hand on the throat was very strong, and the mute was frightened, but understood his words with the last ounce of reason, and nodded desperately - even if he didn't cover his mouth, he couldn't make any sound.

"Mute, why haven't you come out yet?"

At this time, the supervisor who was waiting outside approached, and the sound passed through the deck, hitting the mute and the strong man's heart, with a loud bang.

The strong man tightened his grip and said in a low voice, "You have two choices. One, expose me, and you die with this man. Two, lure him away, help me go ashore, and keep you rich and powerful in the future. "

The mute nodded fiercely, half of his palm-sized face was covered by the generous palm, and he could hardly breathe.

"Dumb?"

Crack...crack... The overseer's footsteps were getting closer and closer. When he reached the cabin door, he happened to bump into the dumb man coming out with a sack on his shoulders.

"Ouch, that scared me!"

Facing the person who rushed out suddenly, the supervisor took a step back in fright.

"Why didn't you come out just now? I thought you were hungry and fainted again."

The mute was out of breath, put down the sack with difficulty, panted a few times, pointed to the sack, patted his shoulder again, and made a bent posture that was not under the weight.

"Oh--"

The supervisor understood what he meant, "So it's too heavy!"

The mute nodded sadly.

The supervisor was also a kind person. Seeing his frail body, he glanced at the blood on his shoulder, sighed, and bent down to help him carry the sack.

"Seeing that your shoulders are worn out, I will carry this bag of rice for you."

worn out?

The mute looked at his shoulder in a daze, and sure enough, there was a bloodstain there.

My heart skipped a beat, and I subconsciously looked at the inner cabin—the blood belonged to that strong man just now.

Obviously, the overseer was familiar with the dumb and honest man, and didn't think about other aspects.He walked out a few steps, but seeing that the mute did not keep up, he turned around and called out:

"Let's go, there's no one around right now. It's okay to close the hatch for a while. You can come back after you move this bag of rice for you."

The mute was stunned for a moment, and quickly followed.

The last slant of the setting sun hit him, casting a long and slender shadow, thin and weak, as if his small body had borne a heavy burden from the sky, and was almost crushed.

That day, the mute earned twenty coins.

Fifteen cash was earned by his own labor, one penny was earned by the supervisor for him, and four cash was earned by the boss who started the salary, seeing that he was pitiful, so he helped him make up a round number.

Holding the heavy copper coins in his arms, he was very happy.

Twenty coins, excluding four coins for buying steamed buns, he has saved up sixteen coins today, and a quilt costs one hundred coins.Calculated in this way, he will be able to afford it in another six or seven days.

But he had done all the calculations, and he missed one thing—the uninvited guest he met in the cabin today.

The man was vicious in the cabin, but after escaping ashore and sneaking into his house, he suddenly fainted and fell unconscious.

Facing the half-dead strong man, the mute was terrified in his heart, but besides the fear, there was also a trace of pity.

Yes, he didn't pity himself, but pity a person who threatened him and didn't know good or bad.

He thought, this person might be some kind of gangster, or he might be a wanted criminal who was offered a reward by the government, and if he reported to the government, he might have a good reward.

But... what gangster would be locked in a chest?Still a box sealed from the outside.Where did that cargo ship come from?Could it be a gang crime?

Holding the copper coins in his pocket, the mute wondered whether to turn the twenty Wen into 20 taels.

After much deliberation, he finally had an idea.

Um!He must make this fierce and strong man who offended him the first time he met, pay the price!

two

In the early morning of the next day, the strong man woke up from the pain. The moment he opened his eyes, he saw the mute who was grinding medicine beside the bed.

He was only thinking about running for his life yesterday, so he didn't have time to take a closer look. Now that he had rested overnight, he suddenly opened his eyes and saw this man. respect.

It's just that when he looked at it, he felt that this person was inexplicably familiar.

"You, turn your head around."

Hearing this, the mute stopped grinding the medicine, then lowered his head again, not looking at him.

Only then did the strong man realize his abruptness, looked down at his injuries, and found that the original wounds were wrapped with cloth strips. Although they were not special bandages for medical clinics, they were also made of clean materials.

Feeling guilty all of a sudden, to this person, he might be a sudden disaster.Not only did he fail to bring his misfortune to justice, but he also spent a lot of effort to rescue him.

With such a big heart, it is up to the judge.

She lowered her head in embarrassment, and said: "Well, I offended yesterday, but at the time of life and death, I don't care about etiquette, I hope you will forgive me."

He felt that the mute looked like a literati, so he called him "Mr."

The mute has a temper. In order to prevent this strong man from waking up and it would be bad for him, when he went out to collect herbs last night, he specially picked a few anesthetic plants, mixed with other herbs to stop bleeding, and applied the wound, making his limbs weak.

Thinking about being in the boat yesterday, I really shouldn't have, and I was really scared out of my wits to be threatened by such a seriously injured person.

After hearing the strong man's sincere confession, the mute raised his head, showed a piece of paper full of paper written in advance, and put it in front of the strong man.

The brawny man glanced at it hastily, and he understood it.

"So, you can't talk?"

The mute nods.

"Do you need to repay the money, time, and energy you spent saving me in the future?"

nod.

"Hmm..." The strong man questioned the number given by the mute, "A hundred coins, are you sure?"

nod.

The strong man said again: "What I mean is, you have saved my life. Is one hundred Wen too little?"

The mute was stunned—is this strong man rich?The figure of one hundred Wen is already very high (at least for him).

He thought for a while, took out a smooth wooden board, and wrote a few words on it with an ink stick:

"I need a quilt"

The brawny man nodded half-understanding, "You want to trade me for a quilt?"

The mute nods.

The strong man did not hesitate, "Okay, no problem. When I find the old department, let alone a hundred Wen, even 100 taels of gold, I will offer it with both hands."

The mute shook his head, took a cloth and wiped off the writing on the wooden board, and re-wrote:

"I just want a hundred coins" - Dumb is a very principled person, and he is not greedy for cheap.

Even if his family is empty.

The strong man raised his eyebrows, thinking that this person was really interesting, "Alright, you are my benefactor, so naturally you have the final say."

He paused, and then asked, "Any other requests? I'm afraid I will disturb you for two more days with this injury."

The mute nodded, and took out another full piece of paper from his arms, on which there seemed to be three chapters:

[-]. No arbitrary use of force

Two, don't go out to show off

Third, before speaking or doing something, you must raise your hand

The strong man browsed through one by one, looked at one, and nodded.

Well, without force.After all, to the mute, he is just a stranger, so it is good to be cautious.

Why don't you go out? His current identity is indeed sensitive, and he is searching everywhere. He won't go out unless the mute reminds him.

As for this third...that's a bit of an unequal treaty.

"You have to raise your hands when you speak and do things, isn't that a bit... harsh?"

Living under the fence, a strong man is quite particular about his wording.

The mute gave him a half-disgusted look, and scribbled a few large characters on the wooden board:

"You don't speak well"

Now, it was the turn of the strong man to lose his voice.Shrugged, let's admit it, who told him to bully his benefactor yesterday?

So he nodded and agreed, and the two had concluded a covenant.

The mute helped him recuperate, and he listened to the mute.After he recovered from his injury, he left one hundred Wen when he left.

In fact, the mute made a mistake. If this strong man of unknown origin is really some kind of gangster, then he is harboring criminals, and he will also go to jail.

He read the sage books, and the book emphasized that "a gentleman should not stand under a dangerous wall", but he looked at this strong man for a long time last night, and felt that he did not look like a bad person.

That night, the first snow fell in the fishing village, and it was suddenly freezing everywhere, even breathing was cold.The mute got up to boil water, but found that the firewood had already been used up.

In the past two days, he spent a lot of money on the strong man, buying medicine and food, about fifty cash before and after, and the small coffers he had saved with great difficulty were suddenly empty.

He rubbed his skinned shoulders, planning to go to do another day of coolie tomorrow, otherwise they would not be able to eat.

The strong man was injured and needed to eat something to strengthen his body, but recently he only ate steamed buns, or bitter cakes made from sorghum, without any oil or water. Seeing the strong man's mouth getting bigger and bigger day by day Pale, his whole heart was suspended.

For some reason, from the very first glance, he felt that he owed this strong man, owed Tianda a favor, as if he would never be able to pay it back in this lifetime.

It's really cold recently, the mute came out of the kitchen trembling, and crawled back to the bed trembling.After thinking about it, I still lifted a stool and put it on the quilt.This will warm it up a bit.

"Are you cold?"

On the inside of the bed, the strong man who was supposed to be asleep suddenly spoke, making the mute jump.

He sat up abruptly, wanting to ask the strong man why he was still awake, when he stretched out the hand holding the tablet from the quilt, he suddenly pulled him back.

The mute was so frightened that he shrank and collapsed into a rope—he had never been so close to anyone before!

The burly man hugged him in a daze, feeling like he was holding a piece of ice, he could not help but hug him a little tighter, and said in a daze:

"Holding it to sleep won't be cold..."

His words were very soft and gentle, like a candle, driving away all the coldness in the dumb heart.

In fact, this seems to be pretty good.At least, you don't have to be sore from being pressed by the chair, or shiver in a thin iron-like quilt.It was warm and comfortable, making him feel like he was floating in mid-air.

At that time, the mute was sincerely envious of the body of the strong man, who was strong and resistant to cold.

Drowsiness struck instantly, the dumb's eyelids were clenched, and he fell asleep not long after.

It's just that he vaguely heard the strong man say something in his sleep while he was half asleep and half awake:

"Military Master, I have had a hard time finding you."

Is this another dream of war?The mute's head was dizzy, and he didn't think much.

three

After getting along for a period of time, the mute felt that the strong man was nice, honest, and didn't talk much.He also helps with chores within his capacity at home, and he is obviously a patient, but instead he greets the mute who is healthy and painless, as if he is the one who takes care of others.

This is very good, at least let the mute who has lived alone for more than ten years feel at home for the first time.

It's just that his "family" is a little bad-he always looks at himself from time to time, his eyes are a little weird, as if he is a familiar old man, or the kind of old man he has forgotten for a long time and is trying to remember.

The mute asked him on the writing board, and he hastily looked away. After a while, he was unwilling to look over and asked:

"Have we... met before?"

The mute shook his head—he swore that the strong man was the most burly person he had ever seen in his life.

Strictly speaking, he was a man with a burly figure and a handsome face at the same time.

At this time, the strong man scratched his head and said:

"But I always feel that we have met before. I am obviously a very wary person, but when I see you, I feel very at ease in my heart. I really want to protect you, I really want to..."

An abrupt and impolite word popped up in the brawny man's mind, and he hurriedly shut up—damn it, he almost said it!

The mute actually felt the same way as him, otherwise, he wouldn't have brought this strong man of unknown origin home.He bowed his head, thought about what the other party said, and wrote on the wooden board:

"Maybe I've seen it in my previous life, who knows?"

The brawny man smiled, "Maybe, maybe the two of us had a lifelong friendship in our previous life!"

The two looked at each other and smiled, the mute put down the tablet, got into bed, and fell asleep.

The strong man lay down next to him in a timely manner, wrapping his arms around him to keep warm.

More than ten days later, the strong man's wounds gradually scabbed over.

Just to take care of him, a layer of skin was worn on the mute's shoulders.But it costs money to apply the medicine, and if the money is spent, there will be less money for food and medicine for the strong man, and the injury of the strong man will not heal for a long time.Therefore, he endured, held on, concealed it, and pretended that there was nothing.

The strong man hugged him to sleep every night, warmer than a quilt.After a few days, the mute slept soundly, and the dark spots under his eyes finally dissipated, making his pupils look like springs deep in snow-capped mountains, with infinite light.

That day, a lot of snow fell in the fishing village, and the pier was also solidly piled up by a foot, making it difficult to move an inch.

By mid-morning, the snow had stopped, but there were not many coolies on the pier.

it's too cold!

But the mute was very happy, with less coolies, more work for everyone, and more wages as a matter of course.

It's just that he underestimated the coldness of Jiu Hantian, and overestimated his own insignificant physical strength. The snow was trampled into ice, and it was very slippery to walk on. In addition, the mute was already alone and weak, and he carried a bag of rice on his shoulders. The shoulders swayed from side to side, and it didn't take long before he fell into the mud.

"Mute, listen to me, go back, it's too cold to work now."

The supervisor couldn't bear to see it, so he helped him up quickly.

The mute got up panting heavily, raised his hand to wipe off the crushed ice on his face, looked at the supervisor, made a gesture of counting money, and then pointed to his stomach—meaning, there was no money to eat.

The overseer understood what he meant, and said: "If you have no money, you can't ignore your health. If you are short of money, I will lend you some first. You can survive this winter and pay me back next year."

The mute quickly waved his hands—he has no ability to earn money, and he never stops. If he borrows the money, he doesn't know when he will be able to pay it back.

Moreover, the overseer's family is not rich, and he doesn't like to owe favors for no reason.

The supervisor clicked his tongue, and said again: "You have been suffering a lot, if you continue like this, all the money you earn will be used to see a doctor. Isn't the money scattered?"

Unmoved, the mute returned the money the supervisor gave him, smiled gratefully, and bent down to pick up the sack on the ground.

It's just that there is a hand faster than him.

His sack was snatched away by others, the mute was naturally shocked, but when he looked at the generous hand, he was shocked - it was a strong man!

The strong man stood the sack in front of him, displeasure, heartache, self-blame, all kinds of emotions were intertwined in his heart, his face was not as brisk as usual.

"Didn't you say that you came to help people do the accounting?"

The strong man thought that his body was weak, and a bag of rice would almost crush him, so he was not allowed to work hard.

But most of those accountants are relatives and friends of the shopkeeper, otherwise, they have to stuff some money in order to get such an errand.The mute has no such way, except to sell characters, he can only come to the wharf.

He was afraid that the strong man would be angry, so he lied to him.In order to act more like a play, he pretended to have an abacus when he went out every day.Anyway, they have agreed three chapters, the strong man can't go out, and he won't know that he lied to him.

"Why did you lie to me?"

The strong man stared straight into his eyes, as if he wanted to stare at him.

The mute didn't have a wooden board with writing on it, so he had to bite the bullet and make two gestures, which meant—"I need money."

The strong man's eyebrows twisted into a strand of hemp rope, and said:

"You saved me, I am very grateful. Such a great kindness has been engraved in my life, and I don't know how to repay it. But those medicines are not cheap, and my injury can heal by itself. I don't need to use medicine anymore. You don't have to Work hard to make money."

The mute was very upset at being scolded, and gestured against his will—"I gave it to myself."

The strong man saw that he was still lying, so he nodded slightly, "Okay."

After finishing speaking, he exerted force with his arm, carried the sack on his shoulder, bypassed the mute, and strode forward.

The mute became anxious, and quickly chased after him, blocking him with his arms crossed.

"What?" The strong man raised his eyes coldly.

The mute stomped anxiously, pointed to the wound on his chest, put his hands together and separated them forcefully—meaning, the wound would open.

The strong man didn't take it seriously, "You are my benefactor, since you need money, I should help. How many bags are left? I'll move them all, and I won't take a single cent of the wages when the time comes, and I'll give it all to you."

The mute was about to die of anger—he only wanted to buy better medicine for the strong man when he earned money. If this man's wounds burst open again, wouldn't his previous hard work be in vain!

He tried his best to grab the sack on his shoulder, but because the man was too strong, he couldn't move an inch.

"Get out of the way first, I'll finish work early and go home early. I think you have been out to do this every day recently, and you have to check carefully if you are injured when you go back."

While he was saying this, a wound on his back had opened a little, and the blood stained the gauze. Fortunately, the thick winter clothes did not seep out.

The mute was very anxious, he knew the injury of the strong man best.It's only been two days since it got better, and the scab has just formed, how can I do heavy work?

But he couldn't grab the sack even if he wanted to. He wanted to punch him, but he remembered his injury and couldn't bear to do it.After going back and forth several times, her eyes turned red, and a sob came out of her throat.

The strong man who was striding forward suddenly stopped. Looking at the mute's tears, he felt that the teardrops fell on the tip of his heart, scalding a hole there forcefully.

"Dumb..."

The mute grabbed the clothes on his chest and held them in the palm of his hand, his fingertips were as white as bones.

Tears came pattering down—if the strong man's injury got worse, he didn't know what to do, really didn't know.

Why do you have this idea?

Why did this person who met by chance make him worry for no reason?

Why did he, who had suffered so much in the first half of his life and kept everyone at a respectful distance, trusting this person so much?

He couldn't see himself more and more clearly, and his heart became more and more out of control.

"Don't cry."

The stubborn someone softened in an instant, threw the sack, and bowed his head to call him.

"Don't cry, I won't move anymore, I will listen to you, don't cry..."

His voice was gentle and helpless.

The mute still bowed his head and wept, ignoring him.

"I, am I in a hurry? You saved me and took care of me, and now you have to suffer such a big crime for me. You are a literati and a gentleman. Your hand should be holding a pen, not Come do the hard work."

"You said that I saw your thin and small body, carrying such a big sack, you would be crushed, can I not be anxious?"

"If it weren't for me, you would have had a good winter this winter, and you might have bought your quilts long ago. But you have picked up such a disaster as me, and you will continue to suffer. You don't owe me anything, sir. It doesn't have to be like this."

"Mute, really don't cry anymore. Whenever you cry for me, I feel bad."

The big hand of the strong man rested on his shoulder, and the other hand helped him wipe away his tears, like a big dog pleasing its master.

It took a long time for the mute to stop crying, his eyes were red, and he gestured -- "We need money."

It's not me, it's not you, it's us.

"I have money."

The brawny man seemed to have thought of something, he frowned slightly, took off the ring on his thumb, put it in the palm of the dumb man, and said: "Let's pawn this thing, at least it's worth a few hundred taels, and we will definitely have a good winter." ,How about it?"

Holding the scorching jade lump in his hands, the mute quickly gestured again - "This is your favorite thing".

The strong man said: "This thing is indeed very important to me, but the most urgent thing is that we have to survive this winter together. If it can't help anything, it's nothing."

After a pause, he continued, "How can I let my savior suffer?"

He really treasured this thing, and he had never decided to pawn it before, he just thought that although the dumb family was poor, it could still be used for daily consumption.

But the moment he saw the mute at the pier today, he realized that he was wrong.

He also understands that in front of the mute, even the things he wants to protect with his life are not worth mentioning at all.

Bai Xue was so pure, she removed all the haze in her heart, leaving a pure place for the person in front of her.

About half an hour later, the two of them came out of the pawn shop with an extra bag of heavy silver.

The strong man asked: "Now that you have money, you don't have to go to the pier anymore, you can buy whatever you want."

The mute nodded, smiling and bending his eyebrows.

The brawny man was taken away by the smile, and it took him a while to come back to his senses. He brought back the previous topic and asked:

"Then what do you want to buy the most? The Four Treasures of the Study? Pots and pans? Vegetable and meat seasonings? But I guess, what you want to buy the most is quilts."

The mute had already made up his mind, holding the bag of silver and shaking his head.Then he gestured twice and told him:

"I have a quilt."

You are my quilt.

That winter, the mute lived very warmly, his body was warm and his heart was warm.

They bought a new house, built of stone and brick, to keep out the wind and cold.They also bought a new bed, big enough for the burly man, who is eight feet tall, to roll three times.

On New Year's Eve, the strong man lit a string of firecrackers at the door, and the crackling was very lively.The mute covered his ears, his eyebrows and eyes were curved, and he plunged into the arms of the strong man with joy, his heart seemed to be full.

It's just that the good times don't last long.

four

The second day of New Year's Eve is the New Year.

The mute and the strong man made an agreement to go to the temple at the entrance of the village to worship Buddha, and bless them with abundant wealth and no illness or pain in the coming year.Just as soon as he went out, he bumped into a group of men with long knives in the yard.

Seeing this, the strong man quickly protected him behind him.

"You're still here."

He winked, his whole body was cold, completely different from when he was with the mute.

Among the group of people came out a man with fierce eyes, the sword in his hand was ready to be unsheathed at any time, and said:

"Young Master, I am only following orders to arrest you and bring you to justice."

The mute was stunned—this person, is the owner of the Young Villa?What young master?

The brawny man said: "I said before, there is another hidden story behind my father's death, which has nothing to do with me."

The man didn't listen to his explanation, and just said: "Whether it's related or not, the evidence says it's you, and the murderer is naturally you. Besides..." The man paused, his eyes flashed murderous, "My master Succession immediately, you should understand what he means."

The strong man's eyes were clear, and he said: "Brother succeeds to the throne, of course he can't tolerate me."

"It's good that the young master understands."

"Presumably he was the one who framed me for my father's murder?"

The man said with a half-smile, "Master Shao, don't talk nonsense. Now that the evidence on the surface has named you, you are the murderer."

"If I'm really a murderer, and it's the housekeeper who came to arrest me, what does it have to do with you?"

The two of you come and go, the mute gradually understands the meaning——

The strong man and his elder brother are both in the same village, and both have the right to inherit the position of the owner of the village.However, the elder brother of this strong man not only killed his father, but also planted the crime on him.When the mute picked him up a few days ago, he was covered with scars, probably thanks to this "brother".

The mute bowed his head, thinking that these people are terrible—it is not a throne, why would he kill his father, kill his feet, and do things that are not filial or fraternal?

And judging from today's posture, it is estimated that the visitor is not good.

"So, you came today to kill me?"

After a long silence, the strong man asked this question.

The mute thumped in his heart, glanced at his generous back, and felt inexplicably flustered.A picture flashed in his mind - he was sitting in the house, and there was a person outside who was fighting bloody battles, isolated and helpless.Like a ghost's hand, the sword's light and sword's shadow pierced through the thin window paper and penetrated straight into his heart.

It was like a dream, a nightmare that had been haunting his mind.

"That's right. It depends on whether the young master is ready to kill himself, or if he insists on waiting for us to do it."

"Do you think these people can do anything to me?"

"Of course not. So I deliberately quenched the poison on the sword."

The mute's scalp was cold, and he poked his head out from behind the strong man, looking at the blades, there was indeed a faint green light.

"Yo?" The man seemed pleasantly surprised when he saw the mute, "The owner of the Shaozhuang is suave, and in such a small fishing village, he can hide his beauty in a golden house."

These people came for the strong man, how could he involve the mute again?

So he said: "I don't know this person, don't hurt innocent people."

The mute became anxious. For some reason, he had an obsession in his heart. Even if he died, he would not let the strong man face the 200 people alone.

So he swished out from behind the strong man, with his arms crossed, and blocked between them.

"It seems that people know you, don't they?"

The man asked with a teasing smile, and then received a sharp eye knife from the dumb, the smile on his face gradually faded, and he said to him:

"The man behind you will die today. If you stop him, you will die with him."

He thought that these words would scare the mute away, but he didn't expect that the mute took a step forward instead, with a resolution as strong as a strong man's.

The small figure was very abrupt in the crowd, and the stature that was almost blown down by the wind was incompatible with the chilling atmosphere.

But it was such an insignificant figure that left a mark on the strong man's heart.

Today he was close to death, at a critical moment, how could he involve the mute again?This weak and gentle person, how could he bear to get involved again?

The mute must back away. The strong man looked at him greedily, as if it was the last glance, and this glance finally landed on the back of the mute's neck. At that moment, a solution suddenly appeared in his heart-knock the mute unconscious and lock the room Inside, the bloody wind outside has nothing to do with him.

He approached slowly, leaned behind the mute, raised his hands and dropped them.

The changes were all in the blink of an eye—who knows, the mute suddenly turned around as expected, staring at him sharply.

When the strong man received those red eyes, he suddenly lost his confidence, and the knife in his hand stopped in mid-air, and did not fall down for a long time.

"you you......"

He didn't know what to say.

Snapped!

The next moment, he was slapped sideways, and there was a palm print on his face - this weak and gentle mute hit him.

Not only did he slap him across the face, but he also punched his chest as if venting his anger, one punch after another, as if trying to exhaust all his strength.

The brawny man was stunned for a moment—his hand knife hadn't been cut off yet, why did this man get so angry, as if he had hit him like this before?