Stage [Republic of China]

The ventilation in the road is not good, there is only a gap at the top of the head, which cannot hold the smell of dry smoke that is full of potholes.Everyone wanted to take Uncle Wang's dry tobacco bag away, so they turned to Shui Jiu and said, "Mr. Ruo Hua, you also advise Uncle Wang to smoke less."

Shui Jiu took a few steps closer, put one hand on Uncle Wang's shoulder lightly, and pressed the other on the dry pipe.Danfeng's eyes and tails were raised slightly, a smile that was not a smile.

Seeing that it was him who started the fight, Uncle Wang was embarrassed to confront him, he just smacked his lips reluctantly, and smiled flatteringly: "Mr. Ruohua, I only smoke two puffs, just two puffs."

"Huh?" Shui Jiu smiled, and moved Leng Bai's fingers slightly, gently pulling the cigarette rod away.

After all, I can't smoke anymore.Uncle Wang was depressed, his old face was wrinkled, and he was weak when he spoke the news. "The right flag general couldn't beat them, but hasn't he already started to set up troops? Once the troops were set up, all the boats around here were confiscated by the officials of the imperial court. Now there is only one small broken boat left on the river. I also said it when I came here this morning, just shake it for the last time, and then his boat will have to be conscripted by the officers and soldiers."

"Hey, these bastards!" Everyone was discouraged and began to curse.

Shui Jiu lowered her eyes.

In the past, he sang joys and sorrows on the stage, and he always felt that everything in the opera was well-organized.But in this world, where the sun is hot, who knows who's fate?

"What should we do now?" Everyone began to worry again.

"Oh, it would be great if Brother Ning was here." Shuanzi, who had once frightened Shui Jiu by pretending to be black and impermanent, muttered.

Suddenly, everyone remembered Ning Jimin.

-"That's right, it's been more than two months since the assassination of Li Daotai in Jibei City, why hasn't Brother Ning caught up with us?"

- "Maybe not to go down this road."

Everyone began to speculate wildly again, but there was no definite news.

Right now they are in the cave of Tibetan soldiers, relying on the help of people from Guijia Village and a few children watching out for them, they are doing well.It's just that if you can't cross the river, you can't go to Jingxi Mansion to join the big army, everyone is panicking.

Day by day wears away.

Another thing happened at the end of July.Because Shui Jiu regained his strength, most of these Jiangnan rebels had calluses on their hands and murderous looks on their faces, so after he recovered, it was his job to go to the ferry village to find boats and find out news.

Shui Jiu got out of the cave of the soldiers every day, walked through Guijia Village, out of the mountains, and then walked to the gravel beach to find out if there was a new ferry coming out recently, or what happened to the officers and soldiers.

On this day, he used to drink tea in front of the tea stand on the gravel beach of the Yellow River.Ordered a big bowl of tea worth a penny, gnawed the cakes slowly, and lowered the brim of the broken hat to cover his eyebrows and eyes, when he suddenly heard someone beside him say, "Oh, it's really a pity, the popular dancer in Paramount is named Lulu's, I saw it from afar back then."

Shui Jiu heard the reputation, and saw two merchants drinking tea while fanning the wind, followed by a few tall and strong servants accompanying them.One of the businessmen sighed, "Who said it wasn't! She was born so charming, who knew that she would become a spy and be caught and beheaded for nothing."

"Oh! I went to see it on the day of the execution on the sixth day of May. It was bloody, tsk tsk tsk." Another peddler also sighed.

Shui Jiu's heart thumped, and his slender fingers unconsciously exerted force, crashing, and the tea bowl fell from his hand to the ground and cracked into several large pieces.Everyone heard the reputation and came over.

Shui Jiu hurriedly lowered the brim of his hat a little more to cover up, took three copper coins, and said to the teahouse owner, "I'm sorry, my hand slipped."

He got up and left the tea stand in a hurry, and walked a long way, only to find that his body was drenched with sweat.The sky was brilliant, but he felt cold in his heart.It has been more than two months since he left Jibei City. Firstly, the information from the people traveling with him was inaccurate, and secondly, no one was willing to talk to him about all kinds of things in Jibei City. He didn't know until today that Lulu died on the sixth day of May. He was ordered to be killed by the government, but his head was beheaded at the entrance of the vegetable market in public.

Shui Jiu thought of Lulu's crying face that night, and the way Qianjiao Baimei smiled at him while holding up a tall glass at the Paramount banquet, and finally Lulu rushed into his arms after being drunk that night, It made him suffocate, and he smelled rose balm.His heart was cold and hot, and his eyes were in a trance, and the fog appeared, as if Lulu was in front of him, smiling at him for a while, and then he was covered in flesh and blood again.It didn't look like he was smiling, but it looked like he was coming to ask for his life.

Shui Jiu regretted it very much. When he put the drunk Lu Lu on the bed that night, why didn't he make up his mind to wake Lu Lu up and run away overnight with Lu Lu?To put it bluntly, Lulu ruined her life!But he's okay, he's settled here now, well...very good.

The fog in front of him was getting thicker and thicker, and Shui Jiu managed to reach Guijia Village with tears in his eyes. When he arrived at the entrance of the village, he was exhausted and fainted on the spot.

This disease has been lingering for more than half a month again.

On the tenth day of the eighth month, there was a thunderstorm in the morning, and at about six o'clock, the weather suddenly cooled down.Shui Jiu was helped out of Guijia Village, and stared into the distance at the mouth of the mountain in a daze.His crooked body caused a lot of trouble to the fellow Jiangnan rebels, and he also felt sorry for it.In troubled times, there are always bitter people, and there is no need for others to spoil him like this.

At noon, Shui Jiu crawled into the cave of Tibetan soldiers with someone on his back to look for Uncle Wang.He stopped after taking three steps, gasping for breath, and groped to where Uncle Wang was.Uncle Wang was chopping wood with his soldiers.

But there is another hole in this cave of Tibetan soldiers.There are several window-sized potholes dug out from high places, one is for sentry, and the other is, if an enemy comes, you can directly stick out the barrel of the gun from this small hole, and shoot a hidden shot suddenly, which is hard to guard against.Right now, Uncle Wang is in the hole used as a sentry tower, stacking logs high up, as if he is going to block the hole.

"Uncle Wang, what are you doing?" Shui Jiu crawled into the pothole with his waist down, and then climbed up on hands and feet, panting and asked the old man.

When Uncle Wang turned around and saw him, he was taken aback for a moment, and then he smiled and said vaguely: "If you don't do anything, I don't think this place will stay for long. I won't be able to take advantage of others in the future. Let's bury it with soil. The mound was dug up, so all the wood was piled up, and in the future..."

Uncle Wang suddenly stopped talking.

Shui Jiu glanced at the pothole.The ventilation in the cave of the Tibetan soldiers relies on the gaps above the head, and as long as there is a little spark, it is easy to catch fire.Although it is underground, the fire will not spread, but it is more than enough to eliminate the traces of them living here.

"Are we leaving now?" Shui Jiu's face was pale and her throat was tight.

Uncle Wang didn't answer him, he paused again, scribbled to completely block the entrance of Anshao Cave with wood, and then took Shui Jiu to climb down from the cave entrance.The two walked around the pothole in silence, only the sound of breathing and footsteps remained.

Everything was the same as when Uncle Wang brought Shui Jiu into the cave, and it was different again.

Uncle Wang brought Shui Jiu to the most spacious meeting hall, and then turned his back to him and said: "Let's go first, and you stay in Guijia Village to take care of yourself. When you are healthy, go to Jingxi Mansion to follow him." It's not too late for us to meet up."

This is to abandon him.

Shui Jiu's heart trembled, and she pressed her cold white fingers tightly against the table made of loess. She opened her mouth a few times, but no sound came out.

28, 28

◎"Everyone is gone"◎

In the end, it was Shui Jiu who took the initiative to break the silence, with cold white fingers clenched tightly, and veins burst out under the skin. "Uncle Wang..."

Shui Jiu's throat was slightly choked.

He also knew that his family had been sick since being picked up by "Black and White Impermanence", which caused a lot of trouble for the rebels.He couldn't go back to Jibei City right now, and he was left halfway, and he felt a little sad after all.

"Uncle Wang, don't be embarrassed, I understand."

Uncle Wang glanced at him, very surprised.

However, Shui Jiu had already turned around and left the small charcoal-burning hole, and walked out along the tunnel of the Tibetan Bing Cave, one foot deep and one foot shallow, in a daze.

"Hey, Mr. Ruohua, Mr. Ruoruhua, don't go! We haven't finished talking yet." Uncle Wang followed behind, calling him all the way.

Shui Jiu seemed to hear it in a trance, but didn't seem to, he just felt that the sun in August was really hot.When he was about to reach the entrance of the main cave, he could vaguely see the sky, and Shui Jiu suddenly went limp without warning, and fell to the side.

Uncle Wang happened to catch up behind him and hurriedly supported him. "Mr. Ruohua, Mr. Ruohua?"

Shui Jiu's eyes barely opened a slit, and before she could speak, her eyelids closed again.

"Hey, why are you sick again?"

Uncle Wang had no choice but to carry him to Guijia Village to find someone.

Because Shui Jiu fell ill again without warning, Uncle Wang delayed for a few days.When Shui Jiu was able to walk on the ground and sat at the gate of Guijia Village to teach the women to weave fishing nets, Wang Bocai squatted under the wall and knocked on the dry smoke pot seemingly inadvertently, coughed a few times, and called him: "Mr. Ruohua?"

Shui Jiu paused as her fingers moved through the shuttle.

"Hey, it's like this..." Uncle Wang seemed to find it difficult to speak, pattering, as if the smoke in the smoke pot could not be finished.

The women are all busy with their own work, Shui Jiu and Uncle Wang are separated by seven or eight steps, if Uncle Wang doesn't come over, Shui Jiu doesn't want to move either, as if holding the triangular shuttle in his hand gives him confidence.I don't know how long the silence lasted, Shui Jiu took the initiative to say, "Uncle Wang, if you have something to say, just say it, I can bear it."

Uncle Wang's old face was swollen purple, his folds seemed to be congested, and he coughed for a while, finally put the dry pipe in his mouth again, and said vaguely