Chapter 10
Xia Zuo decided to knit a sweater for Xizel, and he was sure to do it.
He has always been good at hands-on work, otherwise he would not have come up with such an outrageous method as using a spoon to dig a tunnel when he was in prison.
So, in the small house they rented in the Gray Moon District, there appeared a scene where Xia Zuo was knitting a sweater with cotton yarn that he got from somewhere, while the black-haired boy watched silently for a while, and then silently went to the other end of the room to read quietly.
The reason why Xia Zuo had this small house to stay in was because he consciously took on the burden of life, fully demonstrated his extraordinary physical fitness, and agreed to help the landlord do some physical work.
Even Xizel could only type two words at this time:
virtuous.
"By the way, Xizel," Xia Zuo suddenly remembered something, raised his head from the cotton thread, turned around and looked at the black-haired boy behind him, "Where are the rest of your family? Should we go and tell your family that they are safe first?"
The black-haired boy still kept his eyes downcast, his expression unchanged. Upon hearing this, he simply said coldly, "That's not necessary."
“…Huh?”
Xia Zuo was stunned. Could it be that Xizel’s relationship with his family was... very bad?
Otherwise, why would it be unnecessary?
Besides, César is polite and friendly, so why would he react like this when mentioning relatives he hasn't seen for a long time?
But soon, he heard the young man's voice, as light as a cloud: "They are not in this world."
——Of course there is no need to report safety.
“…”
Xia Zuo's train of thought was just a little strange sometimes, but that didn't mean he couldn't empathize. On the contrary, he almost instantly thought of himself, pursed his lips, and lowered his head: "I'm sorry, Xizel."
Xizel blinked, tilted his head, and said gently: "I don't blame you, Xia Zuo."
"We have the same goal, which is why I am traveling with you—I also want to find those who do evil."
When the black-haired boy said this, the haziness in his misty blue eyes faded, revealing some subtle murderous intent, but his tone was still calm.
Xia Zuo was not very worldly-wise after all, so he did not understand how terrifying it would be for a teenager to be so untimely and calm at this time.
The black-haired boy continued to add.
"We escaped from prison together, share the same beliefs, and are each other's most trusted companions and comrades. We should not hide anything from each other for personal reasons."
——Therefore, he can reveal his "scars" in front of the other party without any hesitation.
Xia Zuo nodded in agreement: "You are right, Xizel. Don't worry, no matter what questions you ask me, I will not hide them from you!"
He said seriously: "Whether it is now, in the past, or in the future - this oath is valid forever."
The black-haired boy finally gave a genuine smile.
When Xia Zuo saw his smile, she was easily infected by his smile and became happy. She was immediately inspired and started knitting a sweater for her best friend with greater enthusiasm.
Comic Will: [……]
Seeing his own son being cheated, Manhua Yizhi was heartbroken.
[Xia Zuo is so obsessed with knitting a sweater for you, yet you want to kill him at every turn!] Comic Will couldn't stand it any longer and choked up, saying, [Do you still have a conscience?]
Xizel blinked in surprise: [I thought you knew I didn't have this thing when you bound me.]
Comic Will: [……]
The comic will was furious, but he knew how to admit defeat and hid immediately, and he was always able to escape with one blow every time.
Instead, Xia Zuo quickly finished knitting the sweater. Unable to sit still alone, she moved closer to Xizel and leaned over, curious about what kind of book her best friend was reading so intently.
Césaire showed him the cover with understanding and grace.
Xia Zuo was literate; the Kaili family had taught him this kind of course. As he read out those words, his expression grew increasingly strange:
"'The Perfect Jail Plan'...?"
The brown-haired boy's voice paused subtly.
His eyes involuntarily glanced at the table beside him.
I saw that the books neatly arranged on it were all very similar:
A Jail Trick Every Day
One Hundred and Eight Possible Cuffing Techniques
A Complete Collection of Outrageous Federal Crimes
Three sentences to get the federal government to prepare a top prison residence for me
From Prison to Grave
…
Xia Zuo: "..."
Xia Zuo: "???"
His brain was severely damaged by these outrageous books. It froze for a moment and it took a while for it to start up again. He turned his head blankly and looked at Xizel: "You..."
The black-haired boy raised his eyebrows slightly and looked back at him calmly, his eyes even a little expectant, as if he was curious about what he could say.
Xia Zuo lived up to his expectations and took a deep breath: "Is it my meager income that makes you feel insecure that I can't support us, my friend?"
He was heartbroken: "Otherwise, why would you seek comfort in the free food and lodging provided by the prison!"
He even wanted to send himself back after escaping, which shows how worried his poor friend was about his life.
Poor friend Cesar Crest: "..."
The light of expectation in the black-haired boy's eyes died.
With an expressionless and indifferent face, he asked doubtfully, "Xia Zuo, please tell me honestly. Is eating and sleeping all you think about?"
What kind of train of thought is needed to divert the topic to food and accommodation by one person?
"Ah? Isn't that the reason why life is hard to maintain...?" Xia Zuo confirmed with tears in his eyes. He was almost going to take on another ten or eight physical jobs on the spot. After all, he still had some self-awareness as to whether he made money or lost money by doing mental work.
"First of all, I won't let you starve." Cesar curved his eyes kindly. "Secondly, the sweaters you've knitted these past few days are almost filling up my bedroom. With your craftsmanship, you can be invincible by winning with quantity."
"As for these strategy books..." He smiled faintly: "Who said I was in jail?"
Xia Zuo immediately grasped the key point and breathed a sigh of relief. He said, "It's good that you won't go to prison. Even in the higher-level Gray Moon District, the prison conditions won't be very good. You will have a hard time, Caesar."
“…We went to jail together.”
César slowly finished what he had not finished saying.
"Oh, let's go in together, that's fine...wait?"
“…”
“?!”
Xia Zuo looked stiffly at his best friend.
The black-haired boy smiled and said slowly, "There's a saying that goes, 'If we're friends, we have to share hardships.'"
"I went in with you, and I didn't forget to take you with me. You see how much I treat you as my friend."
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