Chapter 31: The son

On the second day, Jiang Xiaolou went to the pharmacy to see a doctor in person on the pretext of returning to the clinic. Of course Jin Yu sent people to stare at him, but Jiang Xiaolou didn't care. Doctor Wang heard that Jiang Xiaolou felt that the effect of the medicine was too slow, so he re-prescribed the medicine according to her request and added a few more medicines. Coming out of the pharmacy, the carriage had just walked to the alley, but suddenly heard a noise. Fluttershy lifted the driving curtain, only to see four or five men in black surrounding them, punching and kicking a teenager curled up on the ground, her expression changed, and she said, "Miss, there is a fight outside!"
Jiang Xiaolou frowned slightly, and said: "Don't be nosy." As soon as she said, she glanced at the young man as if it seemed to stop her.
The young man's eyes were full of resentment and bitterness, but there was no sign of begging for mercy or pleading. He was beaten up like this, so he didn't say anything, even unwilling to beg the thugs for mercy.
The young boy's stubborn expression merged with his original despair.
Almost subconsciously, she heard her decisive voice: "Stop."
The coachman was ordered to stop the group of thugs. Those people didn't want to pay attention. As soon as the coachman raised his hand, he threw a penny of silver and said, "My lady said, immediately let this boy go!"
The leader bit the silver with his teeth and smiled, but he still didn't forget to kick the boy violently: "Dog stuff, next time you can put your eyes on the bright spot, and if you dare to steal food in the restaurant, you will be killed! Let's Let's go!" After speaking, he took the people away.
Jiang Xiaolou watched the boy. The world was cruel. She had been treated so cruelly before. No one could understand the pain of being stabbed in the heart, one knife after another.
The coachman immediately went up and helped the young man. The young man lifted his body. He spurted blood and sprayed his head all over his face after hearing a "wow" sound. The coachman immediately took a step back, and the boy raised his head and fell to the ground, as if he fell apart. Xiaodie was shocked by the blood stains on the ground, and suddenly exclaimed, but Jiang Xiaolou walked straight towards him.
The young boy's eyes closed quietly, suddenly opened when Jiang Xiaolou approached.
His face was so pale that there was no trace of blood, and his body was stained with blood and scars. His eyes were shaped like willow leaves, and the tails of the eyes were extremely beautiful, but at this moment the hatred in his eyes was burning like a fire in a winter night.
Those dark and faint eyes fell on Jiang Xiaolou's face, staring for a moment, and a cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, full of sarcasm: "Nosy."
Really ill-hearted, Xiaodie yelled angrily: "It's really an uneducated thing, my lady kindly saves you—"
The young man who was dying just now struggled to get up slowly. For a moment Jiang Xiaolou almost thought he would fall again, but he did not. Even though his stature was shaky, his breathing became like an old bellows, but he still Stand up tenaciously.
Jiang Xiaolou whispered: "Why do those people beat you?"
The young man looked at her sarcastically, his voice was like screaming Bingxue: "Because I stole something to eat, now you know, you saved a thief, a bastard!"
He has always been a bastard. Since he was a child, his father abandoned them, and his mother could not survive, so he became a prostitute. When picking up the guests to prevent him from crying, he locked him in a small wooden box, leaving only a hole to breathe. Later, his mother died because of alcoholism and intemperance. From then on, he became a dog in everyone's mouth. He had to roll in the mud, the leftovers from the beggar, and even the bones from the dog. The only feeling every day is to be hungry, so hungry that my heart touches my back, and I want to eat people.
When he was seven years old, Gu Xiucai, a man in the temple, accepted him. From that day on, he became the son of a scholar. He was born with extraordinary talents, he was able to memorize the entire text with a glance, and all the books he had read could be reciteed verbatim. Gu Xiucai was overjoyed and desperately forced him to study. In the end, he took the exam as the biological son of a talented scholar and made it to Qingyun step by step. At the age of sixteen, he won the emperor's nod to the top champion and became a legend in the eyes of the world. However, at a critical moment, he was reported that he was born with a low birth rate and could not take the imperial examination. If it were not for the Queen Mother’s birthday, he would have been pushed to the execution ground and beheaded. Nevertheless, he also lost his fame and fame and would never be hired. Gu Xiucai was expecting the salted fish to turn over and let go in a hurry. He once again became an obscure beggar. This time, he was more miserable than before, because those famous students who lost to him in the examination room were all waiting for trouble.
He can survive hunger, sarcasm, nowhere to survive when he has a high fever, and he can survive being tortured for no reason. He doesn't care about these things. The old talent had never given him half warmth, and what he kept was the mind of a strange thing. He couldn't feel warmth, hope, or even alive in this world. Hunger and cold, forbearance; pain into the bone, forbearance; humiliation, torture, forbearance In such a life, he became numb and indifferent day by day. He did not need warmth, tolerance, and cheap sympathy. Especially for those delicate and expensive women who see him being beaten on the street, people will often nosy.
After all, he was young and stubborn in his bones. He hated sympathy and easily trampled on his dignity. The girl in front of him looked at him with inexplicable expressions, and her complicated eyes made him feel irritated for no reason.
Here again, in order to show their kindness, these people stretched out their hands to save others, and gave him a piece of silver casually and asked him to be a great grace. It is best to kneel on the ground and kowtowing. Every one is like this, not to help him, but to show his kindness in a hurry.
He is humble, despicable, and those people are even more despicable than him.
Jiang Xiaolou told Xiaodie a few words, Xiaodie whispered: "Miss, why bother to talk to such a person who doesn't know what is good or bad."
Jiang Xiaolou laughed. Xiaodie is a kind and good girl. She obviously wanted to help first. She sighed softly and said, "Go."
Xiaodie moved quickly, and quickly went to the carriage to get a snack. Just as he was about to order the coachman to send it over, Jiang Xiaolou took it from her and pushed the box in front of him.
The boy was motionless, staring at her warily.
These eyes were extremely narrow and long, and they were supposed to be clear, but vicious and vicious. Rao is covered with dirt, his eyes finally hit people's hearts directly.
The boy was surprised by Jiang Xiaolou's concentration, and a strand of messy hair fell down instantly, blocking his eyes.
Jiang Xiaolou just smiled faintly: "Aren't you hungry?"
The young man's hand paused for a while, and he actually took the box, pulled out the walnut cake inside, and gobbled it down.
It was already dark, candles were lit in every household, and there was a hazy light and shadow on the bluestone brick surface. Jiang Xiaolou glanced at the boy: "I'll send you to see the doctor."
"Don't bother." The boy said coldly, with a hint of vicissitudes in his voice that did not match the voice.
Xiaodie looked at him cautiously: "You haven't eaten for a few days?"
"Five days." His tone was very ordinary, and it is not unusual for him to often run out of food. When he said this, he stared at Jiang Xiaolou suddenly: "You look down on a thief?"
"Why should I look down on you?" Jiang Xiaolou smiled and said seriously, "If I were in your position, I might do the same."
Over the years, he has been polished cold, hot and cynical, yet he must live in humiliation. The goal now is to survive, and to steal and rob for it.
Her goal is to avenge her hatred, so she does not hesitate to steal or it, but what she wants is not food, but the enemy's life.
"Really?" The boy's voice returned to his cold tone.
"Yes, it's just that I have better luck than you. I am a woman and there is always a way to make a living." Jiang Xiaolou sighed softly. No one is more noble than anyone who sells dignity and sells the body.
"Are you showing off?" The young man raised his eyes to look at her, and his beautiful eyes always carried a mocking look.
Xiaodie urged on the side: "Miss, let's go now, we will delay the performance when we go back."
Jiang Xiaolou looked at the boy and didn't move: "What's your name?"
The boy didn’t expect that anyone in this world would care about his name, so he slightly frowned and replied: "My name is Gu Liunian." His mother didn’t name him. He just accidentally heard a passing phrase from Gu Xiucai. He was a cliche, so he named himself Gu Liunian.
The voice of the young man revealed a strong despair, but there was also a kind of publicity and determination. It was a kind of lonely indignation and extreme anger, like a young bird who didn't know the sinister world, jumped up, thinking that he would be on the blue sky, but didn't know that when he fell down, his head was unavoidable.
Jiang Xiaolou just nodded and said, "Oh, so you are called Gu Liunian."
Xiaodie reminded once again: "Miss, we should go back."
Jiang Xiaolou ignored him, but raised his eyebrows slightly, and his eyes were clear: "A man standing in the world, he will not change his face even when he is in the world. Why should he care about temporary gains and losses? I'm leaving, you take care."
Gu Liunian has gained countless light, most of them are sympathy and pity. This is already the most kind, and I never thought that someone would look at him with the same kind of eyes.
Yes, it is the same kind. Her expression is not arrogant or impatient, as if to say, see, we are all the same. What a person desires most is for someone to understand you. If someone is willing to give understanding and tolerance, you will feel that living in this world is not so bad.
Jiang Xiao went upstairs to the carriage, and the coachman gave Gu Liunian a bag of silver: "Miss said, this is what she lent to a friend." After he finished speaking, he couldn't help but mutter: "Miss is really troubled, with a beggar. Be friends, crazy!"
As Gu Liunian watched the carriage go away, his chest was depressed, and he suddenly smiled.
You are right. Everyone in the world looks down on me, Gu Liunian, but one day they must see me how to climb to the highest point step by step, step by step, step by step!
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