In front of the North Gate

Early the next morning, Lou Huaiyu woke up uncomfortable with the cold touch on his face.

He was so late last night, frowning sleepily, and struggled with his consciousness for a long time before he opened his eyes and saw the man from last night holding a cold and sharp object against his throat.

Most of the blood on the man's face fell off due to a night of air drying, revealing the fair skin underneath, like an incompletely peeled egg, which looked a little funny.

But the hostility on his face and the thing on his neck made Lou Huaiyu unable to laugh.

The man lifted up the things in his hand, and opened his mouth to ask something, but Lou Huaiyu was most afraid of death, and had already cried pitifully: "You are too heartless."

As soon as he finished speaking, the expression on the man's face obviously froze.

"Are you a man?" He seemed to ask subconsciously.

Lou Huaiyu knew it, this person probably didn't even remember saving him last night.

This is too heartless.Lou Huaiyu thought again in his heart, he was about to exaggerate to tell him about the adventures of last night and his kindness, but before he opened his mouth, he was interrupted by the voice outside the door.

"Boss Lou!" Du Juan yelled at the door, "It's time to wash up."

Both the man and Lou Huaiyu paused.

"Why don't you hide behind for a while." After looking at each other, Lou Huaiyu spoke first.

Du Juan shouted again: "Boss Lou?"

The man frowned, and his strength against Lou Huaiyu seemed to be loosened, but he didn't move away.

Lou Huaiyu rushed outside and shouted, "Come here!"

Then softly said to the man: "I searched for people last night but didn't get you out."

"Really!" He tried to shrink his neck back to justify himself, "If I wanted to confess you, I would have done so last night."

The two confronted each other for a few seconds, and when Du Juan called Boss Lou again, the man finally stopped.

He walked behind the bed in a few steps, and Lou Huaiyu quickly put on his clothes.

When Du Juan came in, his complexion was rather bad, and he put the basin of hot water on the dressing table next to Lou Huaiyu's bed, and spilled a lot of it.

"I'm already busy today." Du Juan said sharply with an obvious northern accent, "You don't have to worry about it. The servants are not so lucky. They have to clean up many houses when their hands are sore."

Lou Huaiyu's house was also in a mess.

He remembered that there was still a person standing behind the bed, so it was rare that he didn't reply, he just said: "Leave it alone and go out."

Du Juan let out a strange yow, but it was probably because there were a lot of things to do today, so he didn't say anything, rolled his eyes and walked away with a sarcastic face.

The Fan family compound at this stage is not as good as it used to be, the young master, concubine and wives are staffed by a few maids and nurses to wait on them, when the gunfire rang out, all the trees fell and the monkeys scattered.

Later, the courtyard was seized by the Japanese army, so they found some servants to serve them. There were fewer people and more work, and there was a lot of resentment.

Lou Huaiyu also rolled his eyes at her.

It would not be appropriate to close the gate of the courtyard after getting up early, Lou Huaiyu was still a little guilty, and waited for half a minute for someone to leave before getting up to look for someone later.

Lou Huaiyu's bed and wardrobe are integrated, and the wardrobe goes all the way to the back of the bed, leaving just enough space for a person to stand.

When the man saw Lou Huaiyu approaching, he didn't move in a hurry, but looked at him with lowered eyes.

Lou Huaiyu was in a hurry last night. It was the first time he met him face to face, only to realize that the other party was so much taller than him.

He raised his head and said, "The person has already left."

Probably because Lou Huaiyu won some trust by not betraying him just now, the man stopped pressing Lou Huaiyu's neck with sharp objects.

Not much trust though.

Standing in the shadows, he was clearly the one in need of help, but he still seemed to have the upper hand, causing Lou Huaiyu to feel the very familiar fear that he involuntarily had when facing the strong.

"I," Lou Huaiyu stammered, "I'll wipe it for you."

The water brought by the rhododendron is full of heat.

Lou Huaiyu couldn't wash up this morning, so he sacrificed a washcloth and wiped out a basin of blood-red water.

There were countless wounds on the man's body, so dense that Lou Huaiyu couldn't tell whether it was a wound or a bloodstain, and it was often only after wiping it off that he discovered that there was a knife wound into the flesh underneath.

Lou Huaiyu would always look up at such times with a guilty conscience, but the man's expression seemed unconscious.

He finished the upper body as quickly as possible.

When he was about to take off his pants, the man finally said, "I'll do it myself."

Lou Huaiyu glanced at the man's hand on the edge of his trousers.

The face and hands were the first to be wiped by Lou Huaiyu, and they were also the hardest.

Those hands were beaten and tortured, and they were probably bound with something for a long time. From the fingers to the wrists, there were large and small bruises and lumps.Lou Huaiyu felt that it was a miracle that such a pair of hands could hold the sharp weapon steadily in the morning and not cut himself to death. If it touched the water again, it would be useless.

The man probably knew about it, so he didn't really reach out to take it after he finished speaking.

During the silence, Lou Huaiyu secretly found that the man's unchanged expression had changed slightly, as if he was a little embarrassed.

Lou Huaiyu didn't puncture it, picked up the face towel and drained it.

The man paused, stood up and took off his pants.

The wounds on his legs were more serious than those on his body. Most of his upper body was wounded by whips and small knife wounds, but there was a large gash on his thigh. The wound went straight through the leg. Very dark abnormally colored blood.

The wound was not uncommon in this day and age, it was a gunshot wound.But it was the first time for Lou Huaiyu to see someone like him whose bandages were not completely exposed to the air.

He felt a dull pain in the heel of his leg just by staring at it.

Lou Huaiyu leaned over holding the face towel, and wiped it carefully and slowly because she felt the pain with empathy.

When the processing was over, even Lou Huaiyu himself didn't remember when he half-knelt down, but when he raised his head, he met the man's eyes that he couldn't look back in time.

The vigilance inside was much less, and there were more puzzles and other things, and they quickly turned away from Lou Huaiyu's face.

Because of this, Lou Huaiyu could clearly see his red ears.

It was only then that Lou Huaiyu noticed that the gunshot wound was on the upper part of the thigh, and he kept rubbing it very close.

The man looked mature and burly. Although there were many wounds, the muscles all over his body couldn't be covered. It really didn't match this shy expression.

Lou Huaiyu felt a little funny, and really laughed: "I've already said that I'm a man, are you still shy?"

Behind them is Lou Huaiyu's bed.Lou Huaiyu sleeps under the gouache quilt every night, a light yellow women's velvet robe is covered with a bright red cotton jacket, his jet-black hair is scattered on his body, the room is full of women's makeup, and even the bed curtain is made of pink gauze — No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like a man should be.

Lou Huaiyu understood his doubts, stood up and washed the face towel, squatted down again to scrub his calves, and explained: "Mr. Yamaguchi likes me to sing operas, but he doesn't like me as a man."

It is not uncommon for Japanese military officers to seize women actors and even prostitutes, but this is indeed the first time I have heard of them seizing men.

However, Lou Huaiyu lowered his head slightly when he spoke. His eyes are big, his lips are still moist and red in winter, and his long and curly eyelashes tremble slightly with his movements. If you look at him for a long time, it seems to be understandable.

Taking advantage of no one, Lou Huaiyu quickly poured out a pot of shameful blood. When he came back, he heard the man say to him, "Thank you."

It can be regarded as a little conscience.

Lou Huaiyu thought so, put the washbasin away, and looked at him with his face propped up.

"You don't have to thank me," Lou Huaiyu said, "They spent so much time looking for you yesterday, you must be very good, right?"

Before the other party could speak, he asked again, "Who are you?"

"Could it be Hu Haitian!" Lou Huaiyu almost jumped up.

He is isolated from the outside world in this small courtyard, and the news is still three years ago. He only knows that the most powerful anti-Japanese armed forces are the bandits outside the city, and the leader of the bandits is Hu Haitian.

"My name is Shi Jichang." Probably thinking it was funny, Shi Jichang licked the corner of his mouth slightly as he said, "When the time was, the Ji of brothers, uncles and uncles, the prosperous Chang."

Lou Huaiyu was taken aback by this polite introduction, but he couldn't give such a powerful explanation, so he could only reply dryly: "My name is Lou Huaiyu."

Shi Jichang didn't ask which Lou, which Huai, or which Yu he was.He just hummed lightly to show he understood.

The two were silent for a while, Lou Huaiyu was still thick-skinned, and broke the silence again.

He asked Shi Jichang: "You are so powerful, you should be able to take me out with you?"