Chapter 121
A young man's voice came from inside the room: "Since you are a guest, please come in. Little boy, please don't be rude. How can you be so arrogant and domineering when living in someone else's house?"
The child is indeed arrogant, but he cannot be said to be domineering.
These words were blaming both the child and the person outside the door.
The so-called guest is just a respectful title, and we don't know what the guest actually thinks.
After entering the room and sitting inside, Jiaming looked around, and felt that everything was ordinary and dazzling, so he withdrew his gaze.
The shoe store owner sat next to him, looked at the so-called host across the street, and said with a smile: "Hello, guest staying at someone else's house."
The young man opposite me did not show any anger when he heard these words. He just smiled and said, "Hello."
The shoe store owner got straight to the point: "To be honest, I want you to teach a student."
The young man's eyes fell on the person beside him. Jiaming nodded and asked, "Is this the one?"
The boss nodded.
The young man shook his head and said, "No, this person didn't know these things before. It's too late for him to learn at this age. If he learns, he won't be half as good as others. It's really embarrassing. I won't teach him. Besides, I'm not a teacher and I don't know how to teach students."
The boss said, "Just tell him what you have learned. Just practice as you normally do next to him. What else can you do? I don't ask you to do anything high. If you can't even do this, I don't know how you idle around here."
This was not pleasant to hear, and the child angrily said, "You! How can you talk like that?"
The young man frowned and yelled at the child, "Shut up! You have no right to talk here? Get out!"
The child lowered his head, looking like he knew he was wrong, and whispered, "But, Master, it won't work if no one takes care of me. There are too few servants in the room, so let me stay here! I won't cause any more trouble."
The boss's brother was stunned for a moment, and before he could say anything, the boss spoke up: "I don't know where this guy came from! How can a servant have the right to butt in when the master is speaking? You don't want to leave, and you don't want to come in. You are such a powerful servant! If you don't know, you would think he is the master here.
I have never heard of anyone living in someone else's house, taking someone else's money, doing someone else's work, and thinking that he can be a servant of his master!
Did you teach him? If your teaching level is only this low, no wonder you are unwilling to teach others, afraid of ruining them! Ha, it makes sense if you think so. You, a servant, can openly and secretly say that my brother doesn't like you, and I don't know what others will do! If you are allowed to live here for a long time, I'm afraid you will take over the house and drive out the people who originally lived here. Oh, I don't remember clearly. Originally, this house didn't belong to us, but to someone else. The owner left after you came.
I have done it once, so I think it will be easy to do it again this time? By the way, did you have the ability of this hero last time? No wonder, a person who has no height, no age, no caution, no brains, no eloquence, no manners and no respect can serve here. We are still too poor here. If you are so great, why do you stay in this poor and remote place like ours? "
The child's face turned red and he shouted, "How can you talk like that? Shut up! Shut up!"
The young man could no longer tolerate it and shouted at the child, "Get out!"
The little boy was stunned for a moment, then ran out with tears in his eyes. There was still a sobbing sound in his throat, and he left without looking back.
The young man calmed down and said to the boss with a smile: "I'm sorry, he has been with me since he was a child. He is arrogant, so he is not in good shape. I am really sorry."
As he spoke, he poured the man a cup of tea as an apology.
The boss laughed and said, "He went out, but there are still people here who can go out."
The young man asked, "Why do you say that?"
The boss put the cup on the table and looked at him: "Do you want a student or not? If you don't want to teach, we will leave and avoid being an eyesore here. If you want to teach, it will be enough if he is the only one left among us."
The young man didn't want to agree at first, but seeing this, he hesitated.
The boss smiled and said, "Since you are silent, you have tacitly agreed. I know you are young and thin-skinned, and it is difficult to say. I was wrong just now. I was too aggressive. I gave you a gift as compensation, which is all my fault. Please do not make a fuss with me for the sake of my brother. I am an ordinary person and a poor relative. I dare not come here on weekdays for fear that people will think I am here to extort money.
So you may not have recognized me before, but don't think I'm always like this when you see me today. Now that we've come to this, we should leave. I'm handing this little brother over to you. You must not hide anything from him, just teach him well! I'll come back to see him if I have the chance in the future."
Having said that, it was hard to refuse. The young man nodded, stood up and saw them off.
The little boy was furious at the door, crying for a while, his face was full of tears, and he came back, probably thinking that this place had become his home ground, and he started to curse: "Who are they? How can they be worthy of sitting at the same table with you? Don't you know what kind of moral character they have? They dared to humiliate you like this today, it's clear that they don't take you seriously! If we were still in Kyoto, who dare to do this?"
Originally the boss was about to leave, but he remembered that he had a few words to say so he came back. When he walked to the door, he heard the little boy coming back and wanted to avoid him, but he heard an impassioned speech. back? I don't care what you are thinking!
I just want to ask, what is the point of keeping such servants?"
He shouted, "Come here, this servant has committed treason, beat him to death, and that's it!"
Before he could finish his words, many servants came out from the side, grabbed the young man's servant, took him away and soon killed him. The young man stood there, stunned, without any reaction. He blinked and a tear fell, obviously hurt.
Jiaming stood aside. The boss walked up to the young man and said, "I am not afraid to tell you that the reason I killed your servant was not only because he was annoying people time and time again, but also because he was too arrogant. If he was so arrogant in front of others, I would not know and could not control it, so forget it. He acted like this in front of you, me and my brother today, which is enough to show how annoying he is on weekdays!
This kind of person deserves to die. I will not spare his life. Otherwise, with his character of scolding others after they leave, who knows if he will bear a grudge and turn around to cause trouble for me and my brother? You are his master. Aren't you afraid that this vicious dog will bite you? I am afraid, very afraid, especially afraid that if I leave a person for you, he will take you as a hostage. It is better to kill him in advance to get rid of the worry in my heart.
Do you know what I mean? If you treat my brother badly, I will not be polite to you. I tell you these things because I think you are a wise man. No matter how good you are, if you always contradict others, you are still a rotten melon. If I see you with such a person again, I will be even more rude. I hope that day will not come. I also hope that you will not see me like this again. "
He then said to Jiaming, "I will send you here. You can handle the rest of the matter on your own. In short, you must learn everything you can!"
Jiaming nodded.
The boss patted his clothes and turned to leave as if the job was done, but the young man suddenly called out to him, "Sir! Sir, are you going to kill him like this?"
The boss turned around and said with a smile, "Why? You also want to have a taste of being punished? To be honest, it's the father's fault for not educating his child well. He is your servant, and you didn't teach him well. It's all your fault. I am condescending to find trouble with him. I should have found fault with you, but seeing that you are of noble status and kind, it seems normal, so I won't find fault with you.
Don't push your luck. I didn't kill you because you didn't deserve to die. I killed your servant because he deserved to die. If you say one good thing about him again, I'll think you're reluctant to let him go and ask someone to give you twenty sticks for me. How about that? "
The young man's face gradually turned pale, but he paused, trembling his lips, and looked at the boss and asked: "In that case, fine, I won't mention him, but without him, who will serve me as a servant? There must be someone to take care of the tea and water."
The boss smiled and said, "That's easy. Didn't I give you a man? Just use him to do things for you. He can do small things anyway. If there is a big thing, it's not your turn. My brother can make the decision. If it's a rough job, you can ask someone else to do it. It doesn't matter who does it. It doesn't matter who does it."
He said this, waved his hand, and walked away nonchalantly.
Although they were walking further away, a gust of wind blew over, and the two people standing at the door could still hear the voices of the boss and his brother. They heard the boss's brother say to the boss helplessly and with a hint of blame: "Why are you like this again this time? You are like this every time you come to my place. What should I do? You! Oh my!
Can't you control your temper a little? People who don't know me would think I'm your housekeeper. Every time you come, I have to do one more thing. How can people hear that? Please be a little more tolerant and merciful. "
The boss said to my brother, "It's no big deal!"
There was a thud in the distance; the servant was dead and his body was thrown away.
The young man came to his senses and immediately asked Senwan to tidy up and ran to see. Jiaming had nothing to do, so he left the door ajar and followed him to see. He almost got lost in two steps. When he finally got to the place, he took a closer look and found that the servant's body had been put in a bag and thrown into the garbage dump. The young man almost fainted and almost rushed over to shout, "Let me take a last look at him," but he did not shout.
Jiaming was standing behind and watching him. He walked over slowly and stretched out his hand cautiously, wanting to touch the pocket and dig the person out, but in the end he failed to touch it and watched the pocket being taken away. He turned around in despair, glanced at Jiaming, and slowly walked to the door. Jiaming tried to open the door for him, but he raised his hand to block it and gave her no chance.
Jiaming withdrew his hand and waited for him to go in, step over the threshold, then walked in and closed the door.
After three days, the young man returned to normal, at least on the surface, there was no problem.
Jiaming followed behind him and did almost nothing.
After the young man recovered, he suddenly looked at him, as if he remembered that he could call this man, and shouted, "Come here and pour me some water."
Jiaming gave him a glass of water. He frowned in disdain: "It's so cold and bland. There's dust on the surface. Pour me another glass."
Jiaming glanced at the water, poured out the water, washed the cup, poured a new cup of water and handed it to the young man. The young man looked at it and said, "How boring! It's freezing cold. Don't you know that water should be warm when you give it to others? Go again!"
Jiaming found some hot water and some cold water, mixed them together, and when he felt it was warm, he poured it into a cup and handed it to the young man.
The young man took a sip and frowned, "What the hell! It tastes so bad. Are you trying to burn me?"
He put the cup on the table and asked Jiaming to go again.
Jiaming went back and forth like this several times. He finally got annoyed, put the cup on the table, and waved his hand: "You can go out now. I don't need you today."
Jiaming stood at the door and said, "But you have to teach me how to play the piano."
The young man suddenly said angrily, "How dare you say that? If it weren't for you, my servant wouldn't have died! Even if he is a bad person, he is still someone I spend every day with. Who do you think you are? You are only speaking here because of your boss brother and his brother! How shameless do you think you are! Is it your turn to make demands on me? Get out!"
Seeing that he was angry, Jiaming turned around and left without arguing with him. After he left, the young man secretly regretted his words, thinking, after saying such harsh words, he would not secretly get angry and turn around to complain, right? If he made a fuss, it would still be embarrassing for me. The servant did say something a bit too much, but it might not be inappropriate to execute him directly. After all, others would only ask if I didn't teach him well.
He thought about it over and over again, and couldn't sleep all night. He got up very early the next day. It was still dark. Jiaming had prepared warm water and tea and was waiting outside. When he opened the door, he saw her and asked in confusion, "What are you doing here?"
Jiaming said, "I heard that servants have to wait for their masters to get up early and cannot get up after their masters do. Last night, I heard noises in the teacher's room and suspected it was a mouse. Later, I didn't find it, so I knew that the teacher didn't get enough rest and would probably get up very early this morning. So I got up and didn't sleep much. It's not that I didn't sleep last night."
The young man was angry and anxious at the same time. His face flushed with shame and he turned away: "You! Who taught you to eavesdrop?"
Jiaming said: “No one taught me, and no one eavesdropped.
I slept next door, so I didn't need to listen carefully. I heard it even though I was awake at night. The teacher was looking for mice in the middle of the night. The teacher was thinking about her own things. Didn't she hear my voice? I thought the teacher had fallen asleep, so I planned to look for her a little longer. But I thought that the teacher might not be able to sleep well if she heard the sound of mice, so I stopped looking. Didn't the teacher know? "
The young man said, "Even if you didn't mean to hear it, you shouldn't stay up at night!"
Jiaming said: "It was not intentional, but I heard that the teacher was not asleep, so I was worried and couldn't sleep."
The young man said, "But, you got up so early, what did you do? If you didn't do anything, it would be a waste! It's useless for you to get up, you might as well not get up and sleep a little longer."
Jiaming said, "I've already been to the kitchen. They've prepared some pastries for the teacher. I brought them here. Since the teacher is up now, she can have some hot pastries to fill her stomach. If she wants to have breakfast later, she can have it. If she doesn't want to, she won't be too hungry."
The young man was a little speechless for a moment. He wanted to laugh, but he felt sorry for the servant. He paused, frowned deliberately, turned his back to Jiaming, and said angrily, "I don't want to eat! Who eats without washing? You have never served others before! You know nothing, but you think you know everything. Who wants you to be kind!"
He wanted to say that he was pretending to be kind, but he felt that it was too harsh to say so. It was not right to be so picky for no reason. If he caused trouble, his own residence would be bustling. There was no need for that. Besides, although the servant died, it was not Jiaming who killed him. It was really not his fault, unless one wanted to start from the time Jiaming came here to study. If one had to say that Jiaming was the culprit, then one had to trace the root of the problem.
Jiaming didn't know at first that there was someone who could be a teacher here, but the boss told him. The boss knew because the young man had superb skills. This is the other way around. From this line of thought, the culprit is the young man himself.
However, no one would say this, nor could they think this way, but it is not certain whether they really think this way in their hearts.
Even young people themselves cannot guarantee it, let alone others.
He didn't want to find out what Jiaming was thinking, but he couldn't help but sneer: "Are you trying to cause trouble for me on purpose?"
Jiaming came over with a basin and a towel and said, "No, I've prepared everything. It's all here. Do you want to brush your teeth or rinse your mouth? You can also wash your face first. The water is warm."
The young man deliberately made trouble and said, "But I need cold water to brush my teeth. Otherwise, I heard that brushing with warm water will cause the teeth to turn yellow. If you want to learn from me, the first thing is not to be unsightly. Facial etiquette is especially important. Did you hear me?"
Jiaming said: "The water for washing your face should be warm. If it is not water for washing your face, it is cold."
The young man was choked by him and said, "That won't work! Go back and get me a fresh basin of water, and do it according to my instructions. Do you hear me? If there is anything wrong, I will ask you to go again!"
Jiaming said, "Yes."
He packed his things and walked away.
The young man returned to the room and combed his hair. He was annoyed when he saw a lot of hair falling and tangled. Just at this moment, Jiaming came back with water. The young man glanced at him and sneered, "Come here! Since your good brother killed my servant and gave you to me, you have to work for me! When my servant was still here, he combed my hair."
Jiaming put down what he was holding, wiped his hands with his own towel, and walked over to take the comb. The young man exclaimed, "Can you do it? You won't let me do it!"
Jiaming felt a little aggrieved and let go of his hand: "I can't."
The young man looked at him in surprise: "Really not?"
Jiaming was silent for a while. The young man felt that it was inappropriate to stare at him, so he turned his head and continued to comb his hair. However, a lot of hair fell out when he combed it. Jiaming sighed in his heart and said, "Let me do it."
The young man asked, "Don't you know how to do it?"
Jiaming said: "No, but you can learn, but you will need less strength."
The young man sneered, "I didn't realize you were so weak."
Jiaming said: "It's probably hard to tell."
The young man snorted: "I don't dare to use you, and I don't want to bother you, get out!"
Jiaming put down the comb, responded, turned and left.
I don't know why, but when Jiaming was around, the young man felt that he was annoying. When Jiaming was not around, the room suddenly became much colder, as if the prosperous spring had suddenly turned into a winter with ice and snow. He shivered with cold and almost wanted to call him back, but before the voice came out, he paused and thought, this shouldn't be done.
He had called people back repeatedly before just to cause trouble, but now he called them back with another intention, which shouldn't be the case.
He held back and didn't call the person back.
But I felt more and more sad inside. I finally finished combing my hair in front of the mirror. With red eyes, I looked at the empty room. I couldn't control my emotions all of a sudden. Tears streamed down my face and I couldn't stop crying. The only thing I remembered was not to cry too loudly so that others could hear me and lose face.
He finished crying, wiped his tears, and stood up to wash up. The water in the basin was still warm, and the mouthwash was indeed cold, but not ice-cold, not the kind of cold that would make people shiver and quickly pull their hands back. He rinsed his mouth, brushed his teeth, and washed his face. After washing his hands, he wiped the water stains on his hands. He was about to take the things out to deal with them, but it was difficult to open the door with both hands holding things.
He stood at the door, intending to put his things down before opening the door, but the door suddenly opened by itself. He was a little surprised, and looked up, and found that there was a person standing outside the door. This person was Jiaming who was waiting outside. The young man had complicated emotions towards him, some said he was sorry, some said he was angry, some said he was embarrassed and some said he was happy. For a moment, he didn't know what expression to show.
He quickly lowered his head, trying to hide his mood and emotional changes, especially not wanting to be seen with his red eyes from crying. Jia Ming handed him a pocket, which was ice blue, with an inner layer and an outer layer, and an opening in the middle. Looking inside through the opening, he found that it was filled with some ice cubes.
The young man didn't understand what was going on, so he waved his hand to block the pocket, looked at Jiaming and asked, "What are you doing?"
Jiaming smiled and said, "I thought that the teacher was in a bad mood before leaving, so maybe it would be useful. This is something that relieves swelling and pain. Applying it on the eyes is good for the face. It's better than swelling. If you get well soon, you won't be laughed at when you go out."
The young man gritted his teeth and said, "You are the only one here who is laughing at me!"
Jiaming smiled and nodded: "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have looked at it, but I thought the teacher needed help, so I came back."
As he spoke, he scanned the room, put the things on the cabinet next to him, and said to the young man, "Ice cubes will melt after a while. I put the things here. When the teacher passes by, please pay attention. Don't wait until it melts before looking at it. If you are not careful, you will get your clothes wet and the floor dirty. That would be bad. If the teacher doesn't want to see me, I will leave now."
After he finished speaking, he turned and left. The young man didn't expect him to walk so fast, and suddenly grabbed him. Before he could react, he was stunned for a moment, and quickly let go of his hand, and shook off the arm that had just grabbed Jiaming. Jiaming was held and couldn't walk away. He realized that the young man wanted him to stay, so he turned around and asked, "Teacher, do you need my help to get something? I can handle it."
The young man walked back and sat down: "Since you want to help, then go and take care of those things and come back."
Jiaming thought, Oh, you want me to throw away the garbage and come back, right?
He walked a few steps with his stuff, and then thought, no, I should be sent out, oh, I think it's too easy for me to walk away empty-handed, find something for me to do. OK.
He walked out and came back soon, apparently having washed his hands. The young man was applying ice to his eyes and did not see him come back until he walked to the side and found that the shadow was wrong. He turned around and suddenly saw a living person standing next to him. He was so scared that he almost dropped the ice in his hand. Fortunately, he quickly held it down.
However, when he pressed it, the ice cube was right on his face, and he could not resist it. He lowered his head in a bit of despair and put the things in the bag beside him. Although he did not say anything, his meaning was very clear: Now you have seen it, and you know it, just say whatever you want, I know you want to mock me.
Jiaming didn't mean to ridicule him. Seeing him like this, he was very considerate and didn't ask any further questions. He whispered, "If you need it, I can get it again. The teacher just uses it. Others usually don't come over and can't see anything."
The young man was a little angry and raised his head, looked at him, stared at him, stood up, and asked coldly: "Did you do this on purpose?"
Jiaming said, "No."
He apologized quickly, "I'm sorry."
The young man almost fainted from anger. It wasn't that he didn't need Jiaming's apology. He felt that Jiaming apologized so quickly, which obviously showed that he had expected it. What did he expect? Either he expected that he would make trouble for no reason or he expected that he would lose his temper and apologize.
What is this? It's shameful! It's a humiliation!
The young man gnashed his teeth, glared at Jiaming, and cursed, "You! You have no sense of shame!"
Jiaming nodded: "Yes, it's all my fault. I made the teacher wait for me for so long, and I couldn't be found when I was needed. I didn't serve the teacher with all my heart and soul. It's all my fault."
The young man was stunned for a moment, but after being interrupted, he was no longer so angry. He also felt that it would be a shame to end the talk so hastily since he had already started it. He sat down, turned his head away and said, "Humph, don't think I'll forgive you just because you said that."
He has already tacitly acknowledged that Jiaming apologized to him and he accepted it, so he said, "I forgive you." Otherwise, if there is no mistake and no apology, why should I forgive him? Where does the part that needs to be forgiven come from?
As soon as the words came out, the young man immediately realized that something was wrong. His face and eyes turned red. He was affected and had the intention of crying. Jiaming took a new ice cube and handed it to the young man: "Teacher, just use it. I won't say anything."
The young man took the ice cube and said with a red face, "I'm not! I don't have it!"
Jiaming nodded: "Yes, I just said it all nonsense, the teacher didn't think anything of it."
But having said this, the more I continue to say this, the more obvious it seems, as if I am trying to cover up something.
Young people no longer talk about it.
Jiaming didn't answer.
The room suddenly became much quieter.
The young man lowered his head and gently pressed his eyes, which were swollen from crying, with ice cubes. His eyes were red, but he secretly wanted to take a look at Jiaming standing next to him, wondering what this person was doing, whether he was going to say something again, or do something annoying again. He wondered in his heart whether he should find a way to get him out. Jiaming stood quietly next to him, almost motionless, like a human stand.
The young man withdrew his gaze. His stomach growled and his face, which had turned slightly pale, turned red again.
Jiaming came to his senses like a robot that was suddenly turned on. He scanned the surroundings and found the cakes that he had just brought back from the kitchen. He placed them on the table in front of the young man and said softly, "I'll go to the kitchen to get breakfast. Teacher, you can eat first. Although this little bit of food can't fill your stomach, it's better than eating nothing. Eating something in the morning won't make you feel uncomfortable."
The young man didn't say anything. In his heart, he wanted to refute, but he felt that whatever he said would be distorted by hunger, so it was better not to say anything. He just nodded, silently reached out his hand, and ate the cake. He looked very well-behaved, completely different from his previous look when he was looking for trouble.
Jiaming glanced at him and found it funny, but he didn't show it on his face and turned to go to the kitchen.
The young man couldn't help but look out at him after hearing the sound of the door opening, only to see his back suddenly disappear from his sight like a gust of wind. In his heart, he hoped that he would come back as soon as he went out, but he also felt that this thought was either because he wanted to torture Jiaming or wanted to get close to him. If it was the former, it would be impolite, and if it was the latter, he would not be able to accept it emotionally.
He always felt that the servants probably died because of Jiaming. After death, anyone with consciousness would not think that this person was a good person. As a living person, he should avenge his servants. Even if he could not kill them, he should torture them in a meticulous way to let out the anger in his heart, which would also make him feel worthy of the servants.
Maybe he feels guilty about it, but whether he tortures Jiaming or not, he is torturing himself and feels guilty about it. He is caught in a dilemma and has no way out.
The young man sighed as he thought of this, and slowly chewed the delicate pastry in his mouth, trying to clear his mind and not think about Jiaming and the others. He just thought of himself as killing time. He had been like this for many years before. He had been able to get through it alone before, so how could he not be able to do it? Now he was obviously older and more experienced than before.
It shouldn't be impossible.
He couldn't help but pull the skin on his face and smiled at himself.
Two days passed like this. The young man had probably gotten used to Jiaming's attitude. Jiaming was suddenly called over by his boss's brother and did not stay at his residence to wait for him. When the young man went to look for him, he couldn't find him. When he opened the door and went out, he realized that he had been called away. Hesitantly returned to his residence and walked around the house. After most of the day, he felt that he had enough time to do nothing.
He was about to go out to look for someone, but when he opened the door, he found Jiaming had returned. He was a little surprised, and looked at him with surprise and joy. He let him in and asked, "Where have you been?"
He knew where the person had gone, but he had to ask because Jiaming's answer could prove what he was thinking.
Jiaming whispered, "I went to the master's place."
The young man nodded and paused. "Master? When did he become your master? You and his brother are brothers, so you should still be brothers. How did you suddenly become his servant? Did you sign a contract to sell yourself to him?"
Jiaming looked at him in surprise. He didn't expect him to care so much about his own affairs and to be able to think so leaps in thought. He smiled and said, "There is no indenture, we are neither brothers nor servants. I went there just to listen to him teach me some things."
The young man snorted, sat down beside him, held up the water cup to his lips, and said with a half-smile: "I don't know when he became your teacher and was willing to teach you. If he was willing to teach you, why didn't you let him teach you at the beginning?"
Jiaming squinted his eyes and said, "That's not what I meant. He didn't want to be my teacher. He just told me that if I needed anything, I could always ask him for it, especially money. After all, he usually had a lot of other things to do and couldn't be by my side all the time, so he could only give me a little money."
He thought about it and nodded: "That's it."
However, what he lacked the most was money. Ever since he saw the treasure in the mountains, he was no longer short of money.
However, the money cannot be taken out openly. Either you have to find a way to make it appear that the money came from a legitimate source rather than illegal huge amounts of property of unknown origin, or you have to fabricate the identity of a wealthy person from a distant place, which would be open and aboveboard, because it is normal for rich people to have money. The reason you don't know is because the distance is too far and you are not familiar with it. It is normal that you don't know.
Jiaming has considered both methods, but he doesn't want to do anything for the time being.
Every time he thought about these things, he felt confused. It would probably take more than a short time to think things through.
The young man didn't want to argue with Jiaming and just waved his hand: "Go back and have a rest. I don't need you here for the time being."
Jiaming nodded: "Okay."
He returned to his room, lay on the bed, closed his eyes, and began to think about what had happened.
He is going to Kyoto.
He went to Kyoto to find his relatives, and to fulfill his master's request. When his master gave him the jade pendant, he told him to take it out when he found his relatives. In other words, if he didn't have the jade pendant, even if he went to Kyoto, he would have nothing to prove and would not be able to find his relatives.
Well, he had to find a time to get out of here and find the jade pendant that he had left outside. The reason why he didn't carry it with him was because he was worried that he might be caught and searched. By then, he wouldn't be able to keep anything on his body, let alone such a valuable thing.
However, there were people watching him along the way. In the beginning, it was because the people from Shaochaishan followed him all the way that he had to return to the dangerous and problematic town. That was why he was arrested and thrown into prison, and was targeted by the Tiger and Wolf Army. Regardless of whether Shaochaishan and the Tiger and Wolf Army wanted him to join them or not, they had harmed him to that extent, and he could not say that he had done nothing.
If you ask, those people probably won't admit it. If you don't ask, it seems that this matter will have to remain hidden.
If this matter is not dealt with, it would be better if I don't think about it. But if I think about it, I will be unable to sleep or eat.
Jiaming turned over.
In this case, this matter must be dealt with. That is to say, before looking for the jade pendant, we must first seek revenge on the people from Shaochai Mountain and the Tiger and Wolf Army. Even if they cannot all die, they must be both injured and sent to prison. Only after they have tasted his pain will he reluctantly remember to stop.
Otherwise, if he went to look for the jade pendant directly, his identity would surely be doubted. There were many people in Shaochaishan and Hulangjun, and they were vicious and cruel. It was impossible for them to look for evidence when they had doubts. The government did not pay attention to evidence when doing things, so how could they ask the bandits to provide evidence? If the bandits who did not provide evidence doubted his identity, they would definitely associate the jade pendant with the person who mentioned the jade pendant before going to prison.
If they went to the prison to take a look, they would know that he had escaped. With these connections, it would be strange if they didn't expect that something was wrong with him.
If that time comes, it will definitely be dangerous, no matter what his identity is. What he has learned now are just ordinary skills. It is easy to change the surface, but it is impossible to change his habits, character, temperament and demeanor. He needs to learn some skills to defend himself, and some skills to fool other people. If he mixes them together, he can run away if those people want to catch him.
If those people wanted to catch him and kill him, he could use those skills to deal with them. He wouldn't necessarily die, but could delay time and perhaps confuse those people and successfully change his identity.
It's too troublesome.
A simple solution is needed.
If that's the way to go, we have to deal with the people from Shaochaishan and the Tiger and Wolf Army first, then deal with the official and those runners in the government, as well as the people in the town who arrested him. After these things are dealt with, no one will have a deep impression of what happened a while ago, and no one will be able to easily identify his identity, so he can rest assured for the time being.
Once all these people are dealt with, the jade pendant can be taken away. After taking the jade pendant, you can rush to Kyoto and look for your relatives, and then you can go back to the mountain.
Jiaming fell asleep after thinking about it for a while.
The next day, the young man said to Jiaming, "I have thought it through. I will take a big ship tomorrow and go out to sea. I heard that there is a fairy mountain overseas. If I am lucky, I can find the elixir of immortals. Then, I will be different from ordinary people and will not have to come back. I can escape from the suffering of the mortal world, which is a great thing for transcendence and enlightenment.
If you can't find the fairy mountain, you can look for treasures in the sea. There can't be nothing in the sea.
Even if we don't find the treasure, there must be people from overseas. Meeting them and learning some new languages can broaden our horizons and knowledge, which makes our trip worthwhile. When we come back, changing our names is not a big deal. We can leave behind the dust of the past and do things with our new identities without being constrained by everything.
What do you think? Is there anything you are reluctant to give up? "
"I always listen to my teacher. I have no regrets."
Rather, this was part of Jiaming's original thought.
The young man told Jiaming part of what Jiaming was thinking. It was not clear whether it was an accident or he had planned it for a long time, but they had the same idea without any intention. After washing up, they opened the door, walked out, and found the boss's brother.
They explained their idea clearly, and the boss's brother nodded and gave them a boat.
It was a large ship, and they were given a captain of sailors and a chief cook.
"Everyone who should be there is already inside. You just need to go up and deal with things when you get there, and then come back."
The boss brother said to them.
They nodded and got on board.
The boat was clean and even a little quiet.
The ship sailed out to sea and stopped at the harbor to rest and replenish because the speed was too slow. The young man always couldn't sleep in the middle of the night and got up to look at the sea. The weather was changing rapidly and he always knew how to make people nervous, so he became more and more insomniac. He looked very haggard and was completely different from before going out to sea.
In fact, part of his behavior was the result of not conducting prior investigation and research.
Although it cannot be said that it was all his fault, part of the blame must be placed on him. He also noticed it. In the dead of night, he knocked on the door. Jiaming opened the door and saw him. He put on his clothes and went to the deck with him. The moonlight was very bright. At first glance, it seemed to be the fifteenth moon. However, Jiaming's eyesight was not very good during the time he was at sea, so he could not see clearly and did not say anything.
The young man asked him to sit down and asked, "Don't you think your experience these days is very novel?"
Jiaming smiled and said, "It's very novel."
But compared to what he did before, it's nothing.
He didn't say anything about it, but he knew that he couldn't tell anyone about it, so he could only laugh.
The young man only looked at him with his peripheral vision, and then looked at the moon in the sky. It seemed that the moonlight fell on Jiaming, and this person also became illusory and fake: "You are very beautiful."
I don't know to whom he said this.
Jiaming didn't answer.
The young people said, "If we find the so-called overseas land and overseas people, and we learn their language, customs and knowledge, what will happen next? Can we really change ourselves like this after returning? Don't you think it's ridiculous?"
Jiaming smiled and asked, "So you mean to go back now? Do you think it's a good thing to give up halfway through something like this? Do you think you can go back now without paying? Do you think these days of drifting on the sea are meaningless and you can just give it up?"
The young man was silent for a moment: "I can teach you to play the piano."
Jiaming smiled and said, "That's great. Thank you so much."
The young man said, "Actually, I know all the arts, including music, chess, calligraphy and painting. I have learned them since I was a child. But I am not that interested in other things, so I gradually stopped playing them. But I cannot say that I have no foundation at all. If you want to learn, I can teach you."
Jiaming said, "Okay, thank you very much."
The young man said, "How can we not drink on the sea? Why don't you go and get some wine and we can drink it together. Tonight, if we get a little drunk, we can be free from distractions tomorrow morning."
Jiaming smiled and said, "I haven't heard of this."
He stood up and said, "But since the teacher wants me to go, I will go now and will be back soon. The teacher will wait for me here."
The young man nodded.
As expected, Jiaming went to get the wine and came back soon.
They drank wine, and the night passed in the moonlight and the sea breeze, as if the weather was gently echoing their thoughts.
From that day on, Jiaming learned music, chess, calligraphy and painting.
These things didn't seem difficult, and the young man soon felt that he had nothing to teach him, so he said to him, "You can practice calligraphy. This kind of thing is always new if you practice it often. If you don't practice it for a day, you might feel like something is missing. Anyway, we don't have anything else to do here, and your papers can be used for a long time. I don't believe you will throw them away until they are all black and rotten."
Jiaming nodded: "Okay, I'll go practice calligraphy."
After a while, the boat docked and said it had arrived at a place.
This is a small island with a country on it that calls itself the Land of Izumo. They use a local standard language called the Izumo language.
After living here for some days, Jiaming and the young man set out again, sailing the boat forward to a new country. This country was on land, so they went ashore. The first country on the shore was the country of good products, which used good language.
The second country is the Glorious Country, which speaks the Glorious language.
The third country is a country of gentlemen, using an elegant language.
After almost going full circle, they were finally ready to go back.
It feels like a long time ago, but it’s been less than a year.
Whether it was the young people or Jiaming, perhaps because life at sea was particularly comfortable, or perhaps because the unfamiliar place was quite novel, they learned very quickly and were praised by the locals, who said they could be considered geniuses and hoped they would choose to stay. They had things on their minds and would have things to do if they went back, so it was impossible for them to stay unless they ran away.
People always think that as long as they are in a place where no one knows them, they will be able to rest easy.
This kind of place just fits the description of a place where no one knows me. They are very attracted to unfamiliar places, but they also know that if they want to relax before things are done, it would be like being suspended in mid-air at the critical moment, not knowing whether they will fall or climb up, whether they will fall to death or be scared to death. It is impossible to maintain this mentality forever.
Nor can we always be in this state of being unable to cope with ourselves.
They could not stay here, and they expressed regret. The locals also expressed regret, and made an agreement with them to meet again in the future. They happily sent them to the edge of the harbor and then went their separate ways.
They returned to the boat and took the familiar route on the sea back to the place where they boarded the boat. They got off the boat, went ashore again, and returned to their residence. The boss and his brother prepared a banquet for them as a welcome party. They all felt that they were different from before they left, but they couldn't put their finger on it for a while. Only when they reacted differently did they realize that they were indeed different.
Before they left, they still looked like locals. But when they came back after leaving, it was as if they had come back from a strange, distant place. Everything was different, from their living habits to their personalities and temperaments. Except for the same skin, they looked like completely different people.
However, when the young man and Jiaming looked at each other, they knew that they were not different people, they just pretended to be one more layer, and were one step closer to what they were going to do. They smiled at each other, and only at this time, other people around them looked at the two of them and felt that they were still the same people and had not changed completely, because they were like this before, and seemed to be a little different from others.
The atmosphere is harmonious on the surface, but there are whispers in private and instability at the core.
The young man arrived at his residence, packed his bags and prepared to leave. Before leaving, he asked Jiaming: "Do you want to go with me? We can go to Kyoto. Kyoto is a good place, big and prosperous. Many people are there, and many things are there. If we are not there, we will lose a lot of fun. I think you will like it after you go there."
Jiaming smiled and said, "I can't go. I have my own things to do."
The young man nodded and did not force it, smiling: "That's right, I almost forgot to sort it out at night. You look different from me. I originally thought that I could just live here for the rest of my life. What does the past matter? It's in the past, a long time ago. There's no need to think about it anymore. But I can't help it. I always feel that it shouldn't be like this. Why is the damned person still alive?
Why can people who have made mistakes long ago turn over a new leaf, but I still have to stay here, living as if I am enduring humiliation, even though I clearly don't want to do anything. But now it's different. I suddenly feel a lot more relaxed, probably because I have figured it out. I don't think there is a problem anymore. Those who deserve to die will still die, and those who are alive will still live.
I'm going to take care of my own business. I hope to see you in Kyoto later. You deserve to be liked more than any of them.
I still like you more than them. If my people were not killed, it would not be your turn. However, the next best thing is you.
I hope you won’t feel bad because of what I said.”
Jiaming smiled and said, "Not really. After all, you've praised me a lot."
The young man nodded: "Yes."
Let’s say goodbye now.
The young man just left his residence, silently, like a black and white swallow flashing across the spring sky, bringing a gust of wind, and letting people know clearly that he had come and gone, just like this, like a thin layer of ice that has just thawed on the water, so cold that it penetrates into the bone marrow, making people unable to control themselves, but unable to forget.
Jiaming also wanted to leave. It seemed that everyone was trying to keep him, but it also seemed that no one paid any attention to him, and he disappeared.
He went to look for the treasure in the mountains, and it was still there. He took the money, went further away, packed himself up, and came back.
This time I came back to get the jade pendant back and to take revenge.
He spread the news that as a businessman, he had to pass through Shaochai Mountain with a large amount of treasure and food to rest in the town where the Tiger and Wolf Army was located.
Once the news got out, many people knew about it, and many people came to take advantage of the situation, hoping to fish in troubled waters.
Things haven't even started yet, but the whole city is already filled with the feeling of impending storm.
In this situation where he was being watched by almost everyone, Jiaming took his treasures and food to a small town not far from Shaochai Mountain and stopped to rest. Many people came here to see the real thing, but they found that they could not even get to the front of the crowd. They sighed in disappointment, turned around and left. Some people were lucky and got to the front of the crowd.
They thought they could see this famous figure, but they found that he was sitting in a carriage the whole time. When he got out of the carriage, he was wearing a large black hat and a shirt with a stand-up collar. People could only see his expensive, glittering accessories, which were very eye-catching, but they could not see his face, especially since he was surrounded by guards on both sides, two children and two servants.
The people he brought with him surrounded him, and the people outside also surrounded him in a circle. No one could see his face. Some people couldn't even see his figure through the gaps. Even if they opened their eyes wide, they could only catch a glimpse of the beautiful luster of the gem through the shaky vision, like the nectar dripping from the mercy of heaven.
The sweet dew after a long drought can relieve the suffering of drought, but the sweet dew here can only relieve the suffering of greedy people who yearn for money day and night.
The crowd became even more enthusiastic. For the sake of money, no one wanted to offend him.
He lived in the largest house in the town.
The furnishings in the room were very exquisite. The boss followed him, bowing and nodding as he talked and did things with him. He was even happier when he got the money, and went out to show off. In less than a day, everyone in the town knew that the man who had just arrived was a god of wealth who could give money to others at will, and their curiosity about this man grew day by day.
Whenever there was any news that this person was going out, the road would be crowded that day, with people rushing around for a long time. However, no one could ever see his face, as if the person had no face at all, only a big hat. This was the impression many people had.
Two days later, the news reached Shaochai Mountain. The people on the mountain could no longer sit still. They discussed and decided to go down the mountain to take a look at this man. If there was a chance, they would rob all the treasures that passed by here, leaving not a single cent for anyone else.
That night, there was a knock on the door of the residence.
Jiaming sat up and asked someone to open the door. As soon as the door was opened, the person who opened the door stepped back step by step, raised his hands, and retreated in front of Jiaming. Jiaming smiled. He had expected this. He waved his hand and said, "Please sit down. Why do you have to start a war right after you come in? If you have something to say, just say it. If I can do it, I will do it. If I can't, I will find another way. How do you think?"
The man who came was from Shaochaishan. After hearing Jiaming's words, he snorted coldly, pushed the man in front of him, sat down and asked: "Aren't you afraid of me? I am a bandit who can kill people at any time!"
Jiaming smiled and said, "I come from far away and don't know the situation here. If you have time, why don't you tell me slowly?"
How could the people of Burning Chai Mountain have any patience? He sneered, "I'm not here to tell you a story! Don't think I'm a kid who can be fooled!"
Jiaming nodded, "I know. Isn't it because I know that I am sitting here planning to talk to you in detail? Otherwise, I would have sent people in to hack you to death. Do you think you can get in? To be honest, countless people want to get in at the wall outside my door. Every day and night, they stare with their eyes open, like gems shining with dazzling light, which I cannot ignore.
I don't need to say anything, they are eager to move at the slightest sound of the wind and fly at the slightest sound of the rain. If it weren't for the etiquette, I don't know how many people there would be in my room. I'm afraid you won't be able to find the way to see me after you come in, and you'll be like a dizzy wheel spinning in all directions."
The man from Shaochaishan blushed, gritted his teeth, and became angry. He slammed the table and shouted, "Who do you think I am? How dare you be so presumptuous! I'm not a delicate girl who will be moved by your sweet words."
Jiaming smiled and said, "I never thought of making you fall in love with me. The girl can marry me, but you can't. You came here for my money, right?"
These words were very straightforward. The man from Burning Chai Shan blushed and stood up suddenly. Veins popped out on his forehead. He said angrily, "What! What? For your money? Our business is not about your money!"
Jiaming nodded and said with a smile: "Yes, you are not doing this for money, you are doing this to see me?"
The man was about to answer yes, but he paused before he opened his mouth. He suddenly remembered that the person opposite him had just said something that made the girl's heart beat fast, so he said angrily, "Are you taking me for a joke? I'm going to kill you!"
As he spoke, he raised his knife and was about to chop.
Suddenly, there was a flash of cold light and the sound of golden swords clashing.
The candlelight in the room flickered, as if a thick fog suddenly arose in the night, shrouding the situation in the room. Jiaming, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, was more like the flickering candlelight in the room, appearing and disappearing.
At one moment, it was like a subtle moonlight sealed under the frozen ice on a river in winter; at another moment, it was like a firefly flew out from underneath a thick cotton coat that had fallen to the ground and was opened.
The people who burned the wood didn't fight. The people around him were watching him eagerly. There was a door behind him. Someone came in behind the door soon. After a burst of footsteps, the person outside knocked and asked anxiously, "What's the matter? Mr. Ming! Mr. Ming! Is there something wrong? If there is anything, you must tell me! I can help. I can help with anything. Mr. Ming?"
Only the people in Shaochai Mountain knew what Jiaming was called now, and looked at him and asked, "The people outside are calling Mr. Ming. They are calling you, right?"
Jiaming nodded and said, "Yes."
The people at Burning Wood Hill stared at him.
Those eyes were a bit like a lone wolf in the mountains, walking on a sloping path from top to bottom, the ground was wet and muddy, there was a bloody scar on his back, and his gray and white mixed hair stood up, like a coat made from the skin of a dead giant hedgehog, looking down at the people who came.
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