bastard

Zhu Nanjiang is a busy person, running around for work during the day, and having a private meeting with Wen Changling at night.Because he didn't want others to know his whereabouts, he always sneaked out while it was dark.

But this matter can be hidden from others but not from a blind man.

The blind man was picked up from the garbage dump in front of his house when he was 16 years old. At that time, he was beaten to his last breath. He finally rescued him, but he was blind in one eye.

Zhu Nanjiang originally wanted to throw it away and kill himself, but the young man hugged his leg tightly in a coma and called his brother several times.

It was this "brother" that moved him to feel compassion.

Afterwards, he learned that the boy was an orphan, and he and his brother depended on each other when he was young. Half a month ago, when his brother was moving goods at the dock, he had a conflict with someone and was beaten to death on the spot. dead end.

I wish the young man staying in Nanjiang would work by his side without asking his name, and kept calling him "blind man" until now.

The blind man served Zhu Nanjiang for three full years. He was both a slave and a follower, and gradually became the shadow of Zhu Nanjiang. Everyone knew that where there was a third master, there must be a blind man.

Zhu Nanjiang sometimes thinks he is a good dog because he is always there when called, and sometimes he thinks he is a burden because he is there even when he is not barked.Unless he was clearly told to stay somewhere, he could suddenly pop up from under his nose at any time.

For example, at this moment, he was dressed in casual clothes and told the doorman to "go out for a walk". After walking far, he found that there was an extra tail behind him.

Zhu Nanjiang knew that his whereabouts could not be hidden from the blind man's one-eyed man, so he decided to tell the truth: "The Mr. Wen I met on Baoxing Road last month is an old acquaintance of mine, I am going to find him now, you don't have to follow me. "

"Yes, third master."

"When someone asks, they say that I went for a walk, don't say that I'm on Baoxing Road, do you understand?"

"clear."

A good dog is a good dog. It doesn't say "no", doesn't ask why, and obeys orders. It's like a mindless tool.

Because it is a "tool", many things don't need to be explained to him clearly.

Sometimes Zhu Nanjiang felt that the blind man was himself.

Wen Changling wondered why Zhu Nanjiang always came to him at night.

He had a busy day at home and was free, so he didn't mind if someone was around to talk to him, but the other party was always so sneaky when he came and went, which gave him the illusion that he was having an affair with someone.

Zhu Nanjiang explained: "I should be patrolling in the new rental right now. I came here secretly to find you!"

"Then you should patrol well and not come to me."

"Patrolling is boring!"

Wen Changling was really curious about what Zhu Nanjiang meant by "running errands for the patrol house". As far as he knew, the French Concession authorities said they were neutral and secretly helped the military government to fight against the revolutionaries. From the perspective of human beings, there is no law to speak of rampant domineering.

"What do you do for the patrol house?"

"Odd jobs... After all, it is a place where Chinese people live, and it is impossible to rely solely on French people."

In fact, a while ago, the director asked him to pay attention to the trade union activities in the northern end of the concession near Zhabei, saying that there were rumors that workers were planning a strike recently.

On the search list, he saw two familiar names and addresses. He didn't know if they were related to Wen Changling, so he deliberately avoided this place and only arrested a few students who had a meeting in a nearby middle school.

"We've been calling for negotiations for several years. Should we go on strike or go on strike... The higher-ups refuse to talk about it, and they always know that we should arrest people! Arrest people!" Zhu Nanjiang felt a headache when he thought of this, "Brother, it's better Draw a clear line with them, and it will be difficult to handle if you are really arrested someday."

Wen Changling can't chat with Zhu Nanjiang all the time, even at home, he is busy with work from time to time, and occasionally wants to calm down and read a book.

Zhu Nanjiang said that he would not disturb his reading, but walked around in the study room, fiddled with the wall clock, calligraphy and painting on the wall, and then came to ask him for a towel to take a shower, in short, he could make some noise every now and then.

Wen Changling thought he was making a lot of noise, but at the same time thought the noise was "very interesting".

He has lived alone for a long time, and now he feels that it is better for someone to make a fuss than to be deserted, and besides, the one who will make a fuss is not someone else, but Nanjiang.

Nanjiang is not quite the same as it was seven years ago. Although his speech is still childish, his temperament is obviously much more lively.He talked more, laughed more frequently, and even his voice was louder than before.

What has changed more is his face and figure.

Seven years is enough to make a teenager change drastically in appearance.I wish Nanjiang grew up from a young child to a handsome young man with all the characteristics and posture of an adult, but even so, he still likes to be around Wen Changling's elder brother.

Sometimes Wen Changling even felt that Zhu Nanjiang had grown into a girl.It's not because of his appearance, but because he often twitches in the middle of a sentence, and always stares at him with wide eyes.

——His eyes were originally big, with thick eyelashes, at first glance he seemed to be playing cute.

Of course, it's really cute.

After taking a shower, Zhu Nanjiang was wearing shorts and a vest, sitting on the table and eating a big pear. His snow-white shoulders and arms were exposed, and they were plated into a faint golden color by the electric light.

"What book are you reading?" He gnawed on a pear and glanced at Wen Changling's hand.

"Poetry of Shelley."

"Foreign poetry?"

"Translated version."

"Oh, who is it about?"

"Who does the poem talk about?" Wen Changling looked up, and saw the other party smiling at him with wet hair on his head, the corner of his mouth was covered with pear juice, like a greedy cat.

"I don't understand, and I haven't learned this before!" Zhu Nanjiang defended himself without changing his face, while flipping through the cover of the poetry collection with his hand holding a pear.

"Hey, don't touch it!" Wen Changling quickly blocked his hand, and two drops of pear juice dripped on the wooden table.

"Wipe your hands clean!"

Zhu Nanjiang obediently ran out of the study and came back, throwing the pear into the kitchen by the way.

"Brother, do you have any good books for me to read?"

"what do you want to see?"

"do not know."

"Go and look for it on the bookshelf yourself."

Zhu Nanjiang rummaged through the bookshelves on the fifth floor solemnly: "Brother, I can't understand any of your books!"

"There are novel books."

"Which one is a novel book?"

"Don't read it if you don't understand it, you can go to sleep in the room!"

Wen Changling was so annoyed by him that he didn't even finish reading a poem in more than ten minutes, and wanted to find a place to lock him up right away.

Zhu Nanjiang grunted, put the book back on the shelf, turned around and left the study.

The surroundings instantly quieted down.Wen Changling read half of the poetry collection calmly, got up and stretched his legs, and suddenly felt that the room was empty and unaccustomed.

"Nanjiang?" He asked tentatively.

No one agreed.

Walking into the living room, he saw that the door of the bedroom was closed. He stepped forward and turned the handle to find that it was locked from the inside.

"Nanjiang? Are you really asleep?"

There was a soft rustle from the other side of the door, but still no one spoke.

Wen Changling suspected that the other party was playing against him.

"I finished reading the book, you come out!"

"Angry? What's the point of being angry? I just said a few words to you."

"Really asleep? Come and open the door, I'm going to sleep too."

"Southern Border?"

Zhu Nanjiang buried his head in the pillow while listening to his speech, rubbing the bed sheet lightly with his upper body.

The things on the bed had probably just been dried during the day, and there was a warm scent of sunlight, mixed with the smell of Wen Changling's clothes—or maybe it was from himself.

Zhu Nanjiang rubbed for a while and felt that it was not enough, and then used one hand to lift the vest to the armpit, and the entire abdomen and chest were naked and pressed against the sheet.

The body was refreshing and slightly cool after taking a shower, but it immediately warmed up, and the sheets were covered with heat after a while.The cotton cloth rubbed against the smooth and delicate skin, giving off a numb and itchy feeling, like a man's calloused palm.

"Southern Border!"

Wen Changling slapped the door hard.

Zhu Nanjiang sat up startled, first took a few breaths, then lowered his head and stared straight at his crotch.

"Nanjiang, stop making trouble... open the door!"

Jumping off the bed and walking to the door, he slowly slid to the ground with his back against the door panel.

"Nanjiang, why do you live more and more like a child?" Wen Changling felt the movement behind the door, and also squatted down, "Still angry with me?"

"Brother, read a poem to me."

"What poem?"

"The one you saw just now...any name will do."

"It's still noisy!"

"I didn't make a fuss..." Zhu Nanjiang closed his eyes and put his hand into the baggy waistband of his trousers, "Read it, brother, I really want to hear it."

A soft sigh came from the opposite side of the door, Wen Changling got up and went back to the study, and brought back the "Poems of Shelley".

"Just read one, and open the door for me after reading."

"Um……"

The paper turned over and rustled, and after a moment of silence, a soft and magnetic sound sounded.

"I wish, I wish I were with you like a broken leaf,

I wish, I wish I was a Jieyun flying with you,

May only the waves roll to fake your majesty,

Originally, your mighty power swallowed mountains and rivers, but

Less than you, O unruly elf!

......"

There was a shock behind me.Zhu Nanjiang knew that Wen Changling sat down by the door, so he straightened his upper body and pressed his entire back against the door, imagining that he was leaning back against the person behind the door.

"Let me be your harp, like the woods,

Even if the branches and leaves are withered like it.

You will be able to play a magnificent and passionate sound,

With me and the deep autumnal rhyme of the woods.

There is sweetness in the pathos, may I be you,

May your mighty spirit become my soul!

May I be you, as strong as you are!

......"

Before finishing the poem, Zhu Nanjiang curled up and twitched violently, suppressing the moan under his throat.

"Nanjiang? What's wrong?" Wen Changling noticed the noise, put down his poetry collection and turned around.

"It's okay, brother... let's continue reading." Zhu Nanjiang smiled silently as he lay sideways by the door, his right hand stuck between his legs was sticky and sticky.

"Sounds great..."

The author says:

The poem is Shelley’s Ode to the West Wind. I don’t know how many years this translated version is.