Chapter 124

Jiaming thought, isn't it? If I don't run now, when will I go? That would be like waiting to die!

"Forget it. Since he has already escaped, let's go back and report now. Maybe we can chase him later and block the roads. It will still be in time. As long as he wants to leave the city, he can't get far."

The officer thought for a moment and said to the people around him.

Everyone around him nodded.

They quickly left the room. Jiaming originally wanted to go in and clean up, but looking at the shabby door, he felt that even if he went in now, it would be useless and he might be discovered. After all, even the door was in such a state, it was conceivable that the things inside had become unrecognizable. If he was accidentally discovered while packing up, he would be caught.

Jiaming didn't want to be caught yet. What good would it be to be caught? He couldn't think of it for a moment.

He hesitated, looked at his dilapidated door, and left. However, he didn't know where to go for a moment, so he stood in a dark corner, alone, thinking. After thinking for a while, he thought of the young man. However, the last time the young man came to look for him, he came to his door by himself, not him knocking on someone else's door. He didn't know where the person lived.

Just when he was at a loss, a stranger appeared and patted Jiaming on the shoulder. Jiaming was startled by him and turned around to look at the person. He found that it was someone he didn't know. He didn't recognize him either, so he felt a little strange and became even more nervous. He held up his things and asked, "What do you mean?"

"Excuse me, I noticed that you looked like you were looking for someone. Do you have no place to stay? You can come with me. I have a place for you to stay temporarily."

When this man spoke, he seemed to have good intentions. Jiaming hesitated for a moment. He couldn't go back to his own residence, and now he was at a loss as to how to find the young man. He might as well follow this man. If he was really a kind person, then it would be fine. He could stay for a while, and wait until the storm had passed, and then find a way to leave.

If he is not a kind person, I would not feel guilty living in his house, there is absolutely no problem.

Jiaming smiled and said, "Okay, thank you so much."

The stranger laughed and said, "What's the big deal? Come with me."

As he spoke, he turned around and walked in front, leading Jiaming. He looked around and saw that there were almost no passers-by around. It seemed that it was because the timing was not very convenient. Jiaming held his breath and started to feel a little nervous again.

Pushing open a door, the stranger said to Jiaming: "This is where I live, come in with me."

Jiaming nodded: "Okay."

There were actually many people inside, and the young man was among them. When he saw Jiaming, he smiled, as if he had known for a long time that perhaps the stranger who brought Jiaming here was his man. If that was the case, it would make sense.

"Now that you are here, please sit down."

The young man smiled at Jiaming, pointed to a chair next to him and asked him to sit down.

Jiaming nodded: "Okay."

The young man said, "I have been waiting for this day for quite some time. I didn't expect it to come so suddenly. The surprise was so unexpected. I thought you would come to me later."

Jiaming asked: "Is this your residence?"

The young man shook his head and smiled, "No, this is my brother's house. I don't usually live here, but if I need to, I can move in anytime. It's fine for you to live here. Others won't be confused about the sudden appearance of a person in an empty house, nor will they think it's haunted. When they see you, they will at most think the owner has changed friends.

You can be a friend of the homeowner or someone who has deceived the homeowner. It depends on what the police see when they find our place and see you. If they see you and I having a good time, then you have deceived us. If they see you and I having a big fight, then we are friends, but we have become enemies.

You can also put it another way. If they don't see you, you are the one who deceived the owner. If they see you, you are the owner's friend, but the owner may be arrested. So, if necessary, you must be our enemy. What do you think?"

Jiaming said, "It's fine. Having a place to live is better than having nothing. I know what you mean. In order to protect everyone, relationships are not important when necessary."

He nodded and asked, "Besides that? You didn't tell me your identities before you came. I can understand that you wanted to keep it secret for your own and my safety. But, you let me live here. Did you just pick a place at random?"

Probably not.

The young man smiled and said, "You are still so smart.

If I tell you this, I always feel that it is wrong. If I don't tell you, it seems that I have no brotherly love. However, there is no friendship between you and me. What do you think? "

Jiaming sighed: "Oh, then don't tell me. Okay. Then you let me live here, is there anything I can help with or anything you need me to do?"

The young man said, "You have to keep it a secret. You can't tell anyone your previous identity, and you can't live the same way as before. If someone sees your wanted picture on the street, they will recognize you at a glance. You have to change your name, dress up in disguise, and it's best not to go out. Otherwise, you'll be dead."

Jiaming smiled and said, "I know."

The young man stood up and said, "That's all for today. I'll come over tomorrow if I'm free to talk to you in detail. We've already finished our business. I'm here today just to meet you. You don't have to recognize them or know their names. Just don't tell anyone else."

Jiaming nodded.

A group of people walked out.

After they went out, the room was empty. Jiaming suddenly felt a little cold, so he wrapped his clothes tightly, looked for doors and windows everywhere, closed them, and wanted to hide. It would be great if he could take a rest now.

He gradually lay down in a random place and fell asleep, thinking to himself, there is a door and window and no one else here, it is a good time to rest, no need to think about anything else, I just need to sleep.

When I woke up, it was already daybreak. A young man was sitting next to me, holding a bunch of steamed buns in his hands. He was breaking open one to look at the fillings inside and said with a smile, "Oh, there are too many green onions in this. It doesn't taste good."

As he spoke, he put the bun aside, picked up another one, and took a closer look. This one did not have green onions.

He smiled and said, "Okay, this one should be mine."

Jiaming sat up and looked at him. He turned his head, looked at Jiaming and asked, "Why? Do you want to order something? It's time for breakfast now, but you just got up and haven't washed up yet, right? Why don't you go out and rinse your mouth, brush your teeth, wash your face and hands before coming in to eat? Everyone knows that you have to wash your hands before eating. If you don't wash your hands, they will be dirty."

As the young man spoke, he nodded, as if he was both the teacher and the student, teaching himself.

Jiaming blinked, nodded, stood up and walked out slowly like a ghost.

The young man looked at him and ate the steamed bun with green onions next to him, one bite at a time. He almost choked and quickly poured himself a glass of water and drank it quickly without making any loud noise or attracting the attention of Jiaming who was walking out. He suddenly felt a little scared. If Jiaming continued to live here and was discovered, would others be implicated?

Probably not, because he has already dealt with it. Those people don't know Jiaming, and Jiaming doesn't know them either. Jiaming doesn't need to contact them, and they don't need to explain the situation to Jiaming. The situation is very dangerous, but if it wasn't dangerous, so many people wouldn't have died. Everything is dangerous, it's just a matter of how big the danger is. That's nothing.

"What if?"

The young man murmured.

What if something else happened?

Jiaming suddenly turned against us and wanted to turn himself in. What should we do? Who doesn't want to be a normal person? Who doesn't want to walk on the street openly? Will Jiaming definitely not want to do that? ago.

Why didn't he chose to take revenge? Was he not a person who took pleasure in taking revenge? That was true, but he was not a magnanimous person either. Or was it because he felt that those people had died long ago and had nothing to do with him, so he didn't care at all. The reason he wanted to know his origins was just to fulfill his master's last wish? If that was the case, it was not impossible.

However, his master was dead, and he was almost free. What was he thinking? He was alone, so he should be the best cannon fodder. His identity clearly told those who knew this that he was the best flag and the best chess piece. He could use the tiger's skin as a big flag or ask others to use his family's reputation to bully others.

He should want revenge, but he is alone. If he meets other people who are willing to help and whose goals are similar to him, he should use them to achieve his goals. Even if he doesn't want revenge, doesn't he want to be innocent? As long as someone knows his life story, he can't rest easy.

If someone reports him, oh, someone has already done so, he can't be a clean person, the officials have already come to his house, but he is still so calm now, even if he doesn't care about the people he doesn't know, and the house he has lived in for a while? He doesn't care that he misjudged the person, but was reported by someone who knew the situation?

Moreover, he probably doesn't know who reported him, so why is he so calm? Does he really not care about anything? Absolutely impossible! If he didn't care about anything, he wouldn't have chosen to leave his stable home and come to Kyoto. He has been here for a while, and although he has spent more time having fun, it doesn't mean that he has nothing on his mind.

Did he think we were the ones who reported him? Not likely. If he really thought so, he wouldn't be living here. He would have thought it was unsafe here and tried to leave. Instead of continuing to live here, he could rest here so easily and almost impatiently.

Even if he is sleepy, when faced with something, he will not ignore the thing and deal with his sleepiness.

"What are you thinking about?"

After washing up, Jiaming walked back, wiped his hands, and waved in front of the young man.

The young man came back to his senses and smiled at Jiaming, "I was wondering why you would be willing to live here?"

Jiaming sat on a chair next to him and said with a smile, "Why wouldn't I want to? I don't have anywhere else to go, and I don't know anyone else here."

As he said this, he poured himself a glass of water. He didn't drink it in a hurry. Maybe he was worried that he would drink too fast and too hastily and wouldn't be able to say anything else. He sighed and said, "I don't think it's possible that your partner reported me. Why can't I live here? I didn't come here by myself. Your people found me on the road."

Jiaming looked at the young man and said, "Maybe you did it just in case, but I still want to thank you for this. If it weren't for you, I would have ended up on the streets. Even if I ended up on the streets, I would have been caught and couldn't escape. Who knows what would happen if I was caught?"

The young man asked, "Who do you think reported you?"

Jiaming smiled and said, "Well, after all the calculations, there are not two people. Since it's not you, it must be someone else. He told me before that he was leaving, and I sent him a table of food and wine. He ate and drank, and then left. Who knew he would come back? Or maybe he lied to me at that time, and just wanted to sneak in and tell me when I didn't know.

He hoped that I would not doubt him or speculate about him, but the current situation, I have no choice. I also don't want to doubt him, but he didn't give me this opportunity. The only person who knows my background besides you is him, and he was before you. If he hadn't told me, I wouldn't know that I was such a person. Although I came here for this, I didn't expect it to happen so soon.

I even felt it was a little simple, because on the way here I thought this would be difficult, but when it came to the end, it didn't seem difficult. He told me right away, and I felt like he found me right away, as if everything happened very quickly from beginning to end. I almost thought that this life would just pass by like this, and nothing bad would happen.

Now it seems that this is not the case.”

He smiled.

The young man asked, "What did you eat?"

Jiaming thought for a moment and said, "I don't remember anything, but there must have been peanuts and beef, as well as some rice wine and fruit wine, and they all tasted very good."

The young man smiled and said, "That's true. However, your breakfast now is not the same as before."

Jiaming nodded: "I understand."

He looked at Baozi and asked, "Is there any of this for me?"

The young man said, “Yes.”

He picked out some and pointed out: "There is no onion, ginger or garlic in it. This is sweet. This is a red bean paste bun. This is a sweet water bun. This is a brown sugar bun. This is a steamed bun. This is a corn steamed bun. This is a brown sugar steamed bun. This is a white steamed bun. This is a black rice steamed bun. This is a buckwheat flower steamed bun. These are salty. Fresh shrimp buns, beef buns, pork buns, salted vegetable fried cowpea and minced meat buns."

Jiaming asked: "Is there nothing else?"

The young man smiled and said, "Isn't this enough for you? It doesn't matter if you can't finish it in one go. You can keep it and eat it at noon, at night, or tomorrow morning. If you can't finish it, I will come again, or I can ask someone else to come and pack up your leftovers and take them away to the suburbs together with the porridge to give to the poor refugees and beggars."

If those people don’t want it and can’t finish it, I’ll give it to stray dogs. They won’t complain to me anyway.

Even if it's a stray dog, it doesn't matter. I remember a brother at home who had a dog. The dog had a big appetite and ate everything. There were many of us brothers, and every time we finally got together to eat, we were never satisfied. Everyone had something they didn't want to eat, and in the end, the food we didn't finish went into the dog's stomach.

It will definitely not refuse anything and will eat it all.

This is also good, as it does not waste food. Otherwise, if we encounter a famine in the future and are starving to death, we will remember eating and think about wasting food. It is such a pity and abomination that we will not be able to forgive it until we die."

Jiaming said: "It is always better to solve problems now than to solve them later, but human energy is limited. Some people can read 24 books a day, while some can only read one book a day. This is an objective fact that there is a gap and cannot be ignored. It is of course best if some people can solve problems now, but some people cannot solve problems now and can only do so gradually.

However, this is not without its advantages, because if you use up all your abilities in one go, you may not be able to recover for a while or even for a lifetime. It is better to proceed step by step. In this way, you can accomplish what you can accomplish, and you may have a chance to accomplish what you cannot accomplish in the future. It is not bad, nor is it impossible. It just seems that you are always slower than others.”

The young man smiled and said, "So you are very skilled."

Jiaming shook his head: "I'm not very skilled."

The young man smiled and said, "Even if it is like this, what does it matter? Anyway, we still have to live one day at a time. Today is gone, and tomorrow is gone. We are still not dead. No matter whether it is a complete or imaginary matter, it needs to be dealt with."

He sighed: "I have something else to do, I need to leave first."

Jiaming said, "I hope you didn't leave because you were angry."

The young man smiled and said, "That's not the case. After all, there are other things that make me angry more than you. What's more, you can't go out now, which makes me worry less than other people. Why should I be angry with you? It's not because I came to find you. I still want to be angry. That's unreasonable."

"They're sick in the head, you know that?"

Jiaming suddenly asked.

The young man laughed and said, "I know. If there was nothing wrong with him, how could he be so persistent as to chase after a person who should have died a long time ago like a mad dog?"

Jiaming said: "Maybe it's more than that."

The young man raised his eyebrows and asked, "You mean, is there anything else on your body that they can target?"

Jiaming thought for a moment, "I don't know. I don't know if they know all my stories. If they do, they probably have some ulterior motive. If they don't, they want to kill me. Maybe, I was wronged. But I didn't experience what happened back then. If I knew, I would have died.

Where is today?"

The young man nodded: "That's right, that's right, that's what it said, but we still need to check these things carefully, I'm afraid it will take some time to find out clearly. Do you have any solution?"

Jiaming shook his head: "I have no way, I don't know."

The young man said, "Then you just wait here and I will bring you news next time."

Jiaming nodded and took a step back. The young man walked forward, opened the door and walked out. Jiaming went over to close the door. The door closed and the man walked away. The footsteps gradually faded away and disappeared. The place became quiet again.

Jiaming dealt with the garbage and casually opened a door in the house. He found a whole wall of books in a room. He was ecstatic. He washed his hands and went to look. When the water stains on his hands were almost dry, he reached out and carefully took down a book. That book was the Book of Psalms.

Jiaming murmured, "The Book of Songs, Mencius, Zuo Zhuan, Liu Boyong... there are so many."

He sat down to look through it, and before he knew it, time had passed.

"Okay, okay."

Jiaming patted the table, put the book aside, got up, washed, found some food from Shisen, washed his hands and went back to read. He read until late at night. It was completely dark and there was no light at all. It was time for people outside to get up. He felt a burst of shouting coming from outside the door. The people selling sweet soup on the street came. Jiaming walked out and looked out through the crack of the door.

It felt boring. It's not that they weren't lively, cooked badly, spoken badly, or the food wasn't tasty, I just had no interest in it.

After tidying up, it was a new day. After finishing reading the book, Jiaming washed up, lay down to rest, and gradually fell asleep.

When he woke up, he heard knocking on the door.

"Who?"

Jiaming opened his eyes and muttered to himself on the bed.

After he finished talking to himself, the noise outside the door stopped and the door opened. Jiaming was startled and quickly got up and went to the door to look out. Across the yard, there was an open door. A familiar person came in from outside the door. It was a young man. Jiaming breathed a sigh of relief and sat back on the bed, feeling that everything was fine.

"Why are you still resting? Didn't you get enough rest last night?"

The young man saw Jiaming sitting on the edge of the bed, looked at him in surprise and asked.

Jiaming shook his head: "It's not that I didn't sleep well, it's that I didn't sleep for long. The time is different."

The young man asked: "So you go to bed very late?"

He glanced at the book beside him and knew what Jiaming had done. He smiled and said, "Oh, I think you don't have much money on you, and you can't go out. Leaving your residence is almost like seeking death. You know, you are dealing with this matter."

Jiaming smiled and said, "Then I'll go wash up and come back later."

The young man nodded, put the things on the table outside the room, and sat down to rest.

He was a little thirsty after walking all the way, so he poured himself a glass of water and said to Jiaming, "When you have time, boil some water and put it on the kitchen stove. Can't you light a fire?"

Jiaming said, "Even if I know how to do it, I can't create something out of nothing. We need firewood to light a fire here, and there's not much firewood. I'm worried that it will be gone after one use, so I thought, maybe it will be useful in the future, so why not keep it for now."

"Then I'll just make a pot of wine and drink it later. I'll bring it to you next time I come, or I'll ask someone to deliver it to you at a fixed time and place. However, you have to be careful not to open the door for them casually. When they come, they must knock on the door properly. You don't have to meet them. Leave a gap in the small door so that they can bring the things in by themselves and leave by themselves. Remember to close the door. I will give you the money.

If they ask you for money, don't tell them. You have no money. I know that, but they don't. Don't tell them that. Otherwise, if they find out, they will definitely make trouble for you and think that it's not worth it. "

Jiaming wiped his hands and said, "I thought I knew this, but I'm not so ignorant as to know nothing."

The young man said, “That’s good.”

Jiaming asked: "I saw a story, can I tell you?"

The young man smiled and said, "Of course, maybe the story you saw is similar to what I experienced outside. We can discuss it slowly."

Jiaming asked: "Don't you think it's a bother for you to come here every day?"

The young man said, "I don't come here every day, just today, yesterday and the day before yesterday. But when you are not here, this place is empty. No one would be idle and come here every day. They only come here when they have something to do, either to deliver a letter, to buy or sell something, or other things. It's not a big deal, but it has to be done."

It is indeed a bit troublesome, but it is not as troublesome as having to come here every day. Otherwise, many people would probably be unwilling to do it.

The day after tomorrow, this is a secret code. After a period of time, we will release this secret code and use this secret code to contact other people outside. After the contact, we will exchange information with each other and come to the same conclusion. Then, within an agreed time, we will do a big thing. The thing will happen in Kyoto. You can also take a look if you live here.

If we can come back alive, then this matter will be a success. If we can't, you can take this opportunity to escape. Otherwise, this place will be sealed off and guarded strictly, and I don't think you will be able to get out."

Jiaming thought for a moment, "But, as I recall, the city gates were not guarded all the time. If everyone had to go, they could use the small paths to communicate with each other. However, the small paths were very muddy and difficult to walk on, dirty and ugly. The rich and powerful people were unwilling to go there, and the poor and powerless people thought it was a waste of time and trouble to go there, so they were unwilling to go there either. As for those in the middle, they felt it was unnecessary.

The reason why I didn't go there at the beginning was because it was empty and sparsely populated. After I walked out, I didn't know how far away there was to a house. If I knocked on the door, people might not open the door for me. Even if they did, they might not be good people. Even if they were good people, they might not let me have a meal or stay overnight. It was too unsafe, too easy to be discovered, and too uncertain.

The young man nodded. "Insecurity and uncertainty are big problems. If you don't go out, you won't go out. Since you can go out before, you can definitely go out later. It's just that the degree of difficulty is different. So what is the story you want to tell me?"

Jiaming said: "I saw a story about a man who was cheated, but the cheater refused to admit it. He collected evidence and questioned them, but they still refused to admit it. The man wanted to say that they were stubborn, but he was scolded instead. They accused him of slander, beating around the bush, and being contradictory, which made him dizzy.

He read the legal provisions to those people, but they denied it and said it did not exist. He read the agreement treaty to them, but they still denied it and said it did not exist. He explained the whole process again, but they still denied it and said it did not exist. Moreover, they said that he was talking nonsense, wasting his time, influencing them, and deliberately causing trouble for them.

Finally, they told him the truth, telling him that the matter had been settled with me and there was no suspense about it. He collapsed and committed suicide by taking poison. His body was placed on the street for beggars to laugh at. The beggars said, "Fool, idiot, you are of no use at all. If you don't pay back your money, you will be struck by lightning. If you don't pay back your life, you will be blessed with wealth. It's funny, funny, too funny! Hahaha!"

That's about it. Have you seen anything similar out there? "

The young man thought for a moment and said, "It's true that something similar happened, but what I saw was different from what you saw.

There was also a person who owed someone money. However, before he owed the money, he thought that he could suspend repayment at any time, so he borrowed it. However, the reality was certainly not what he imagined. He felt that he was cheated, and he cried and wiped his tears until his eyes were blinded. He wanted to kill someone with a knife but was stopped, so he turned around and took a very sharp pen.

Others wanted to stop him to prevent him from doing anything, but he said no, so they let him go. He said he was going to pay back the money, and some people really believed him. Others were skeptical and followed him. However, they were afraid that he would find out and get excited and do something, so they didn't follow him very closely, but just kept a distance so that they could see him.

The distance between the two men was so great that they couldn't reach the other's clothes even with two or three steps.

The man may have known it or may not have known it, but whether he knew it or not, it had no effect, because he took a pen, walked into the store, and said to those people, especially those to whom he owed money, “I’m here to pay you back.” Those people believed him. After all, they all wanted money, so they quickly took things to him. He said, “I want all the money.”

Those people's faces suddenly changed, they put away their things and said that of course it was impossible. He said that your agreement clearly stated that all the money could be refunded within 24 hours, which was equivalent to not owing any money. However, of course they refused to admit it. He also said that it was not what you said, they did not admit it, and he also said that you did not say that before.

They said, we said that before.

The conflict was intensified.

He held the pen and said, I clearly applied, twice, but you didn't refund me both times. It was you who breached the contract and you don't admit it.

They shouted, "If you have the guts, call the police. If you have the guts, sue us!"

He stabbed the person who was speaking in the neck with the pen, and the person died. After that, he took out a new pen with a sharpened tip and stabbed the neck of the second store owner who had told him that this was not okay and that he would not refund his money.

That person also died.

He took out the third pen and stabbed the boss who walked out of the shop to see the excitement. The boss did not die, but lost his voice and soon lay on the bed. After the doctor treated him, he said he was dying and it would be best to prepare for his funeral as soon as possible. Not long after, he died of suffocation. I think he did not die of illness, but of fear of death. He was angry, anxious, and sick, and he was not getting better. So wasn't he going to die?

Besides, if the doctor hadn't told you that you would die in two days, he probably wouldn't have died at that time. If you calculate, you might have been able to hold on for two more days.

However, two days is all, it still won’t get better, it’s still death, the neck is pierced, and there is no basic condition for survival. Moreover, even if we are in Kyoto, it doesn’t mean Kyoto has everything, everything can be done, and anything is possible. ”

The young man sighed and shook his head: "Oh, oh, how terrible."

Jiaming smiled and said, "Oh, so you saw with your own eyes the owner of the shop who was owed money by others while lying on the hospital bed?"

The young man said, "I haven't seen it myself, but someone close to me has gone to see it on my behalf. After seeing it, they came back and told me what they saw, so I know. In fact, there is nothing to see, whether it is the wounds, the dying patients, the beds that exude a strong smell of medicine and mold, or the living people who are crying in sorrow but don't know how sincere they are."

He sneered, "Whether it's the living or the dead, things are always the same. There are always people who suffer losses. There are always people who owe money but get nothing, and are sentenced to death for it. I'm not saying that murderers shouldn't be punished by death. I just think that everything shouldn't be done. If there hadn't been any debt in the beginning, nothing would have happened. If I hadn't been persuaded not to refund the money in the beginning, nothing would have happened.

But there is no turning back.”

Jiaming nodded: "Indeed."

The young man took Jiaming by the hand and said, "Let's go to the kitchen. I remember there are still some mung beans and water. I'll cook you some mung bean porridge. If it works, you can watch it for me and eat it. Maybe it tastes good. If it doesn't taste good, I'll go back and improve it. Maybe I can develop a good cooking skill. But I don't have the time to do that in front of other people."

Jiaming looked at him in surprise: "Come to think of it, I thought you didn't have time to cook for yourself."

The young man smiled and said, "Even if I don't have time, I can still cook for myself. I'm not an emperor, how can I be so lucky? If I don't cook for myself, I'll just be waiting to die. Others don't have time either, they have other things to do, they can't cook for me, so if I don't do anything, I'll just die early and avoid suffering."

His smile seemed somewhat emotional.

Jiaming smiled and said, "Let's go to the kitchen now."

The young man nodded.

The kitchen looks very bright, much brighter than the bedroom and living room.

"Has anyone ever told you, young man, I have a unique skill here, do you want to learn it? Once you learn it, you won't be troubled by anything anymore."

Jiaming was curious.

The young man lowered his head, searching for the bag of mung beans in the cupboard, and said with a smile, "How is that possible? If it exists, I should remember it. If it doesn't exist, it probably really doesn't exist. Moreover, even if it exists, I don't believe it. As far as I know, that kind of thing is either seeking life or seeking death. If it is seeking death, after death, everything is really empty and there is no need to worry about anything.

It sounds like it would be a happy thing to have nothing to bother you, but I don't have that ability or that luck. I know my situation and I can't do it. They'd better stay away from me, otherwise, I can only hope that they die sooner.

If it is for survival, then it will be hard and difficult. I don't want to suffer. Whoever wants to go can go. If anyone thinks that suffering is a good thing, I advise them to go by themselves. Don't let others fall into hell and be pointed at by others. It's not a good thing. Once they open their mouths, it's as if others know nothing and are all fools. "

“So that’s how it is.”

Jiaming smiled.

The young man took out some green beans from the cupboard, looked at him and asked, "Hey, you don't think I'm stupid at my age, do you?"

Jiaming shook his head: "That's not the case. I just think you are seriously ill."

The young man laughed and said, "Those are two different situations."

Jiaming said: "I don't think young people are stupid, but some people think that way. Whether it's the story you saw or the story I saw, it's obvious that although the results are different, one person died in it, and in some cases more than one person died. You and I can't bring the dead back to life, but I don't know why those people are so sure that others will be angry with them.

Eat their losses."

The young man said: "Some people are so arrogant and domineering that they think others should give in to them and obey them. If they think so, they are definitely wrong. But why do they dare to think so? Why can they think so? Aren't they still dog emperors! If there were no dog emperors, we wouldn't be like this.

To be more specific, if the dog emperor had paid a little more attention to state affairs instead of traveling around the world, we would not have reached this point. He thought that everyone could do this, and that traveling around the world was a good thing, a great way to promote the country, and a good opportunity to let others see oneself. Not bad, not bad. Then why didn't he consider who was the last world-famous person who traveled around the world?

Others have eight hundred disciples, but you don't! Others teach thousands, but you don't. Others teach everyone, but you still don't. What do you have? A bunch of corrupt officials, trying to find out if anyone is rebelling or sabotaging. If they are rebelling, that's fine, but he is carrying out a literary inquisition. People who don't know would think it can be solved with just two pieces of wood.

It would be wonderful if they were all dead, there would be no more disputes in the world.

Don't listen to their lies, not even a single word. "

"Are you feeling wronged?"

"I didn't mean to do this, but now I am a little emotional. There is nothing I can do about it. A while ago, a high-ranking official in Kyoto was transporting a cart of birthday brochures and got lost on the way. He blamed us, saying that we took their money. Bah! If we had taken their money, would we be as poor as we are today? Of course not.

By the way, have you ever heard anyone talk about the nonsense of tacit consent or not?"

The young man took a deep breath and asked.

Jiaming smiled and said, "I know."

The young man asked, "Then tell me about it?"

Jiaming said: "They said they acquiesced, but it was just because they took advantage, otherwise they would not have said that. What's more, acquiescence means there is an unspoken rule in it. How can people feel about this? It is definitely not a good thing! When asked, they refused to admit it. Normal people would retreat and refuse to admit it when faced with losses, let alone them.

I hate people more than ordinary people. When it comes to tacit acceptance, it means you don’t know, you are wrong, and you should repent.

I would never be like that. I would never want to be like that. What do you think? "

The young man smiled and said, "It's good if you don't become like that. I hope so. I think you and I have some similarities. It's good this way and you don't need to change. If you change, I will have nowhere to go because I will never find someone like you in this world who suits my heart."

Jiaming asked: "What do you mean? Do you mean, I will use my identity to avenge you?"

The young man smiled and said, "You are not seeking revenge for me. My revenge is mine and your revenge is yours. You can choose to give up, but some people are unwilling to give up. They are unwilling, and neither am I. We are put together, and you are just one of them. To put it bluntly, you are an optional extra, and also a sweet treat hanging in front.

If you are a bonus, you are a gift for following us. If you are a sweet treat, you are the benefit of being ahead of us. You don't remember what your family was like in the past, but some people remember it. They probably remember more glorious moments than you did in Kyoto. You can't generalize.

I say you are suitable because you have the time to talk to me. They can also talk to me, but they don’t have as much free time as you do. ”

Jiaming laughed and said, "So, my free time is my advantage. I thought you would scold me for being idle."

The young man waved his hand and said, "I'm not scolding you for being idle. Besides, I didn't say anything. Let's not talk about it. I'll leave after I finish these things. It's getting late."

Jiaming said, "I understand."

The young man prepared the mung bean porridge, clapped his hands and said, "Sometime when you have time, I'll have someone bring you some food. You can try it yourself. Maybe what you make will be edible."

Jiaming nodded: "I understand. I will give it a try. But if what I make is really inedible, can I bury it under the roots of flowers and let the plants eat it for me?"

The young man smiled and said, "Oh, you mean, even if you don't eat it, the plants will eat it, so it's not a waste of food, right? Well, having a reason is better than wasting time by throwing things away for no reason. What's more, I also know someone who would say these words. As long as you don't throw things away in a fit of anger, it can be considered as cherishing the things.

In that case, according to this logic, as long as you don't vent your anger on others, it's a good thing. It's not excessive."

He nodded: "Okay."

The young man clapped his hands and said to Jiaming, "Then I'll leave today. I'll come see you later when I have time."

Jiaming nodded: "Okay."

The young man walked out, Jiaming closed the door, turned around, and saw a man who seemed to have suddenly appeared. Jiaming was startled, took a step back, and asked with a frown, leaning against the door: "Who are you?"

The man was wearing all black clothes with blood oozing out of him. He looked very scary. He didn't look like a good person, but he didn't look like a normal person either. In his condition, Jiaming couldn't get close to him, nor could he walk away. He was afraid of irritating him if he got close, and he was also afraid of being ambushed by him if he walked away, and he might not be able to react in time.

What to do?

Jiaming waited for the answer, and the man in black said, "You don't recognize me? I was your friend in the restaurant a while ago!"

Jiaming frowned and said, "You are my drinking buddy? But didn't you say you were leaving? How did it become like this?"

The man in black said, "I did leave, but the ship I was on capsized in the storm. I had no choice but to run back by myself. After I came back, everyone was dead, everything was lost, even the ship was gone. I had nothing left and was desperate, so I just found a random person and asked for help. He said he could help me, so I worked in his business and carried his backpack.

Those bags were so heavy that they almost bent my bones. Fortunately, it didn't happen every day. He quickly gave me some money and let me leave. I quickly went home and found that no one was home. When I asked, I found out that it was the debt collectors who came to their house and asked them for money. They told those people that they would definitely have money when their son came home.

They were skeptical, but still took away some of the things in the house. When they went the second time, they told them that it was not that they did not want to leave, but they really did not get the money. They could not just leave like this. Otherwise, they would have no way to explain to themselves or to their superiors. If they could not take the money back, they would have to hand it over. They could only ask the two old men to be lenient.

The two people had no way to stop them. Even the maids and servants were helpless. They could not defeat them with bare hands. Even if they took things secretly, they could not defeat them because they were not beaten all year round and they did not practice martial arts. Instead, they were controlled and tied up and not released until a day and a night. The room became a little more lively, and soon, everyone who could leave had left.

Only those who had either signed death indentures or could not escape were left to serve me. After living with me for a while, the debt collectors heard that my boat had capsized and knew that I was penniless. They came to my parents for money. If my parents had money, they would have sent them away long ago. How could they have waited until the day when they got the news and asked about it?

They knew they had no money, but they still took away most of the things in the house. No matter whether it was big or small, valuable or worthless, they took everything away, leaving nothing behind. Even the servants who were still in the house were taken out by them by the hand and sold.

When I returned, my mother had hanged herself with a rope and my father had been taken away by their people. They told me that if I wanted to save my father's life, I'd better give them the money immediately. But I had no money and I had no other choice, so I looked for help everywhere. No one was willing to lend me so much money, and no one was willing to save me. I knew they would not help.

I thought of another way. I thought of you and wanted to come find you, but the road was long and I was afraid that if they didn't get any news, they would kill my father in revenge. So I went to tell them. Although they agreed to my request, they were not going to let me go easily. They said to me, "You are quite sensible. If you don't know your place and want to run away, I will block you at the door and break your legs first."

I nodded repeatedly and said I understood. If I wanted to see my father, as long as I met him, I would find a way to make money and would bring the money back to them. They didn't believe me, and they were right, I was extremely poor. They asked me for a finger, and I said that if I was missing a finger, my friends would see it, and they would think it was dangerous and would not give me money.

They reluctantly believed what I said, but they still beat me up and told me that if I couldn't come back, there would be worse consequences.

I nodded, and they asked my father to come out to see me. He was disheveled and wearing tattered clothes, so I could hardly recognize that this was my father. I called him, and he slowly raised his head. There seemed to be lice in his hair. He couldn't cry or laugh, and he said to me with trembling lips, "Son."

We both cried in front of the debt collectors, and then they pulled us apart and took my father away. Before he left, he asked me about my mother. I told him she was dead. He was devastated and told me not to worry, even if I could find a way to rescue him. I nodded and agreed. I finally got here, but I didn't see you. I was so worried."

Jiaming nodded doubtfully, took a step forward suspiciously, looked at him and asked, "In that case, what's wrong with your clothes?"

If you were injured by them before you came to see me, why are you still bleeding now? If you were like this before you came, like this when you came, and like this after you came, then you should have bled a lot. How is it possible that you can still stand steadily now? Either you have lost too much blood, or you are dead. You are not dead, and you have not lost too much blood?

That's not normal.

Are you kidding me?

Jiaming became secretly alert.

The man in black took an anxious step forward and cried to Jiaming, "I'm sorry! When I came here, I didn't know what had happened to you, so I asked around. The locals found me and reported me to the government, who arrested me. The government beat me up and told me that the person I was looking for had disappeared and that he was suspected of committing a crime. If I knew his whereabouts, I should notify them as soon as possible.

I didn't want to do that, so I agreed, and then they stopped beating me. It hurts so much, oooooooooo——

The reason why my clothes are covered in blood is because I was beaten recently. This set of clothes is not my previous set. I bought it with the money you gave me. However, because I had been traveling all this time, I didn't have much money left, so I only bought the cheapest and dirtiest ones. Who would have known that this black set of clothes would be torn so easily and become like this? Don't worry or be afraid, I won't report you.

I also hope you can give me some money so that I can go back and save my father. I won’t harm you. I can’t do anything to you this way.”

Jiaming sighed: "That's what I said, but how can I feel at ease with you like this? What's more, although I have money, it's hard for me to go out now, how can I give it to you?"

When the man in black heard the word "money", his eyes lit up immediately. He took a step forward and said to Jiaming impatiently, "If you can give me the specific location of your money, I will go there immediately. It's just right for me to wear such clothes. It's not easy to be discovered and it's not easy to get dirty. It's just that it's too cheap and not durable. It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter!"

As long as I have money, everything is fine. As long as I have money, I don't have to worry about my father dying because I didn't bring the money back. Please, please, give me the money. "

As he spoke, he knelt down in front of Jiaming and made a sound. He looked very pitiful.

Jiaming took a step back and thought, if I don't give him the money now, he might jump up and quarrel with me and then start fighting. If the fight gets out of hand, he knows it will be difficult for me to deal with it, and it will definitely not work. Even if he throws me into prison, he can find it himself as long as he finds out where I put the money. After taking the money, he will definitely not care about me. After all, we are just drinking buddies.

After he left, we kept in touch with each other for a long time. As the saying goes, if you haven't seen your mother for three years, she won't be as dear to you as she used to be.

What's more, there is no blood relationship, so it might be difficult to handle.

Jiaming thought for a moment, took a deep breath, and smiled at him, "It's not that I can't show you a way to find the money, but I can't go out now, as you know, so I can only tell you where the place is and where you can go, but I can't be sure that the place you go to is exactly the same as the place I told you, nor can I guarantee that you will be able to find it after you go out.

With your current injuries, it will be difficult for you to go out. Why don't you stay here and rest for a while? When you feel better, I will show you the way. After you go out, you don't have to come back to find me. If you appear nearby again, I'm afraid people will be suspicious."

The man in black nodded quickly. He paused, and suddenly became a little embarrassed. He whispered, "But, but, if I find the wrong place, wouldn't it be a waste of time? How about this, you come with me! I can dress you up, and we can both change our names. Most people won't recognize us. We can walk on the road. Although it's a little dangerous, it's better than nothing."

He looked around and said to Jiaming, "You didn't live here before. It was really hard for me to find you. Now I finally found you. What if you suddenly disappeared and I went out to look for you and couldn't find the money? What should I do?"

Jiaming could understand that he wanted to express that you are now in a bad situation, but he really didn't hear that his words had that meaning.

"Then I'll go with you, but it's absolutely impossible now. You look like this, walking on the street, no matter how you cover yourself up, you'll still smell like blood. If I go out with you, I'm afraid it will attract attention. If someone finds out our identities, it will be even more conspicuous."

Garming paused and asked in confusion, "How did you find out that I live here? I didn't leave any information, nor did I tell anyone else, and I haven't been out recently."

The man in black laughed and said, "Isn't this simple? I heard that you disappeared before the officials arrived at your house. I thought you had no other place to go, so you must be nearby. If you are nearby, there must be someone to pick you up. If there is someone to pick you up, I only need to wait for a while at the corner of the main road in front of your house, and I will see some very suspicious people, who are walking around but not doing anything.

I followed them quietly, wanting to know what they were doing, but they found me, so I was injured more than before, and my clothes were like this too."

Jiaming thought, there is a loophole in what you said.

You said before that your clothes were torn because of poor quality, but now you say that you dealt with them like this because someone found them. This is inconsistent. Even if your clothes were torn because of poor quality and because you were found, it cannot prove that you are definitely telling the truth.

Jiaming nodded and asked, "What did the suspicious person you saw look like?"

The man in black thought for a moment and said, "I don't remember. They were dark-skinned, with messy hair and ragged clothes. They looked a bit like my father when he was pushed out by the debt collectors to meet me. However, they had no injuries on their bodies, and they were very agile and familiar with the terrain. I could hardly catch up with them. If I hadn't acted on impulse, they wouldn't have found me."

Jiaming nodded: "Then you wash up first and rest here for a while. We will discuss it and then leave."

The man in black asked, "It will take some time? How long? What are we going to discuss? Haven't we discussed it yet?"

Jiaming said, "The earliest we can leave is tomorrow."