Bianjing little doctor

The moonlight hangs high on the treetops, and the sound of insects can be heard in the surrounding silence.

Xin Yi was struggling in a dull dream, his body was like a huge boulder, some grotesque fragments, intertwined with ancient and modern, like an instrument of time, traveling and jumping, tossing, pulling, breaking, and unbearable pain in the long time...

Snapped!
A crisp sound.

Flames flickered in the eyelids.

Xin Yi opened his eyes.

A figure sat cross-legged in front of her, facing her sideways, holding a jug in his hand and looking at the moon shadow on the treetops.

Xin Yi didn't move. After looking at him for a long time, he opened his mouth and found that his throat seemed to be torn and his head hurt badly.

The miasma is really powerful.

Xin Yi couldn't hold back, coughed twice, and then said slowly:

"Chief Nong is very much like a friend of mine."

Nong Zhigao turned his head to look at her, held up the jug and drank with his head up, his Adam's apple fluttered as he swallowed. Finally, he wiped his mouth with his sleeve, shook the empty jug, and threw it out the window, making a loud bang.

"Don't waste your words. Even if you say that I am like your ancestor, I will not let you go."

Xin Yi couldn't help laughing.

"Maybe you are really my ancestor..."

Nong Zhigao was stunned.

Looking her up and down for a moment, he snorted and sneered.

"Song people are really shameless."

Xin Yi raised his eyebrows, disapproving of his mockery.

"I said that friend who looks very similar to you once told me that his ancestors walked into Sichuan from the border of Guangxi carrying bamboo baskets..."

In the dark light and shadow, her voice was hoarse and low, as if she was telling a story, without panic, fear, or even the worry of being a hostage, which made Nong Zhigao a little dissatisfied, but also a little indescribably comfortable.

Like a book listener, the tight strings are loosened in the pleasant voice.

He narrowed his eyes and looked at Xin Yi, "Aren't you afraid of me?"

Xin Yi tried again and again, but couldn't find any familiar elements from Nong Zhigao's body. She couldn't tell whether it was regret or a sense of loss. She sat up slowly, rubbed her sore arms, and slowly pursed her lips.

"Why should I be afraid of you?"

"You are a hostage."

"You won't kill me."

"Heh! Are you afraid that I want to do something else?" Nong Zhigao was slightly surprised by her calmness, but not surprised.

He glanced at the woman sitting in the haystack, calmly picked up another jug ​​of wine, and uncorked it.

"The woman that the King of Guangling likes is indeed extraordinary."

Xin Yi moistened his lips and looked at him.

"Please give me some water to drink."

Nong Zhigao let out a hiccup,
"You have to beg me." He pressed his hands, "Kneel down."

Xin Yi: "Then I won't drink."

As she spoke, she moved her body, pressed her back against the wooden wall, and silently closed her eyes, as if an old monk was in meditation.

She was about to "lay down", but Nong Zhigao thought she was resisting when he saw this, and couldn't help being interested, he lifted the flagon up and patted the bottle.

"There is no water, but there is half a jug of wine. Do you want it?"

Xin Yi pursed her lips, the anxious feeling of lack of water made her have the urge to take wine in the past - because the wine in this era contains very little alcohol, and it tastes more like a drink.

But she didn't move.

"I'm afraid you'll poison me."

Nong Zhigao raised his brows, "Do you think I need to poison you for what I want to do to you?"

Xin Yi didn't answer, she closed her eyes silently, and continued to lie flat.

"Speak!" Nong Zhigao was very displeased with her ignorance.

"Is what I said useful?" Xin Yi opened his eyes and spoke without strength.

"Please, I'll give you water." Nong Zhigao coaxed her, smiling wickedly at her.

Xin Yi shook his head, "That will only bring you more humiliation."

Nong Zhigao laughed loudly, "Do you understand me?"

Before he finished speaking, he picked up the half jug of wine again, poured it down the spout, and said in a cold voice: "You guessed it right. You can't ask for it. I used to beg and beg, and beg and beg again. , did not exchange for mercy, only intensified humiliation..."

bang!
The drunk jug was thrown out again and smashed.

Nong Zhigao also stood up, strode to Xin Yi's side, faced her questioning gaze, and grabbed him up.

"What?" Xin Yi didn't struggle, just looked at him like that.

Nong Zhigao didn't speak, and dragged him away with a cold face, rude and barbaric.

Xin Yi stumbled and followed him out of the wooden house, half-closed his eyes and looked at everything in front of him, with an unconcealable shock on his face.

Rows of stilted buildings with bamboo and wood structures are built in the jungle, like a primitive village isolated from the world. The Nong people who cook dinner in front of the house are dressed in simple clothes and look like savages.

The wooden houses were built under the trees, with low lintels, and the branches and fallen leaves they picked up were piled up in the front and back. At a glance, there was no light in the houses of every family, and they were dark, so the furnishings inside could not be seen. With the firelight of the earthen stove, you can clearly see the skinny and sallow faces...

"This is my clan." Nong Zhigao said.

Xin Yi didn't speak.

"They light a fire to cook and don't light a lamp at night."

Nong Zhigao's voice sounded especially cold in the wind.

"One is afraid of fire. The other is afraid of burning oil. This village was not built here before. On the other side of the mountain, a fire once burned half of the village and killed many people... It can be avoided by running away when the fire breaks out. It was a disaster, but they were reluctant to part with food, and some even burned to death in the room for a piece of bacon..."

He didn't hear Xin Yi's voice, and looked back at her.

"You can't imagine it? There is such poverty in the world."

Xin Yi pursed his mouth tightly and looked at the blank faces without answering.

"I've been to Bianjing." Nong Zhigao said again: "I tried to be a Jinshi, but I didn't win, so I burned the book when I came back."

Xin Yi glanced away and smiled.

Nong Zhigao said: "At that time, I thought that I was a citizen of the Song Dynasty, and I wanted to be an official through the imperial examination, so that I could be a good official one day and be good at the survival of the people... I have been fighting against Jiaozhi for many years, and I don't give in. It is because of this little delusion It was only later that I figured out that my clan and I were just outcasts of Song Dynasty."

He seemed to sink into a distant memory.

"Bianjing is really good. The people there live a life like a human. The roads are full of flowers, and the fragrance intoxicates the tourists. The flute and flute stay on all night, extravagant... It's not like the world."

In front of them are the people living in poverty.

In my heart is the prosperous Bianjing with corridors, verandahs and hanging windows.

Nong Zhigao's mood can not be said to be frustrated...

Throughout his life, what a person pursues is nothing more than a sense of worth and belonging.

Nong Zhigao has neither of these two, and he still has to survive in the cracks...

"Tell me, we are all human, so why should we deserve to be humiliated, crawling to survive, but not standing up to resist?"

Xin Yi pondered for a moment, looking into his dark eyes: "What do you want me to say?"

Nong Zhigao stopped and looked at her for a moment, "I see kindness in your eyes."

Xin Yi was startled.

Nong Zhigao smiled, "Let's go up and sit down."

It was a taller building than the stilted building in the village. It was built in the middle of an open square on all sides. On a platform made of chaotic stones, a flag with a totem-like painting was raised high on a bamboo pole. There was a drum at the main entrance, and the The trophies seized by soldiers from Li Chao and Song Bing piled up like a hill.

Nong Zhigao took a look and felt a little proud.

"If Song Ting appoints me as a general, I will surely lead the army to sweep away the Li Dynasty..."

Xin Yi: "Da Song has no ambitions. He just wants to ensure that the people live in peace."

Nong Zhigao sneered, "Do you believe it?"

Xin Yi: "What?"

Nong Zhigao said: "There is no ambition and no military strength, but can you guarantee the people to live in peace?"

Xin Yi was silent.

She doesn't believe it.

Because she has studied history and read all over the history books, the only truth she got is that "only the strong can be stable", and the weak cannot be exchanged for peace.

She didn't speak, but Nong Zhigao could see her emotions.

"You are a sensible person. I hope the King of Guangling County is as clear-headed as you are, and can persuade Song Ting to give up his stupidity and cowardice..."

Having said that, he seemed to think of something, and looked at Xin Yi with complicated eyes.

"I have admired your Song people's culture since I was a child, but I often look down on Song people. You are full of benevolence and morality, and you say what is right in the world, but you say one thing and do another, and you often sell your conscience for a little convenience... I didn't understand this at first. Why, now I have figured it out. Your righteousness is used to fool the people and control the hearts of the people. Those who talk about righteousness never care about righteousness. Those who make laws never obey laws."

Xin Yi couldn't refute, and silently glanced at the tall building, and then at the low house behind Nong Zhigao.

"Aren't you the same? No one can escape, the law of the jungle."

Nong Zhigao looked at her and suddenly smiled.

"Your former husband was called Zhang Xun?"

This turning point came so abruptly that Xin Yi almost missed his words.

"you recognize?"

Nong Zhigao turned his eyes away, and strode towards the high platform.

"I have spies in the Song Dynasty, and I know something about Bianjing."

Well?Xin Yi looked at his back, feeling a little pitiful.

Zhang Xun had an accident in Kunlun Pass back then, it was not surprising that Nong Zhigao saw him, but Nong Zhigao's avoidance was suspicious...