After the rebirth, Aijia and Bamboo Horseshoe printed him

Zhou Shuhe didn't think much about it at first, but just after living her whole life, she closed and opened her eyes, and suddenly returned to the age of 14, met her parents and relatives whom she thought she would never see each other again, and besides being happy, she wanted to see Qi Yu very much , Let him taste the fresh stuff that he made in the pastry shop under him when he was free.

In the end, after many detours, it was already the afternoon of the second day when I finally found the prison in the northern outskirts of the city. I was hungry on the way, and she ate half of the three-layer snacks in the food box.

He ate so much of the presents prepared by the prison visit. Zhou Shuhe felt a little guilty, so he decided to take out a layer of boxes and throw them away. He made two layers of the remaining snacks and arranged them sparsely, which was pretty good.

At this moment, the Zhou family has not yet declined, the girls and brothers have a lot of monthly silver, and the small treasury is full, so it is not a problem to take out two taels of silver to manage it.The jailer took a bribe to let her in, but after all, there were female family members who wanted to enter the silkworm room, so his expression became uncontrollably weird.

Zhou Shuhe was not annoyed either, he smiled and made a silent gesture to him, turned around and walked in.

In order to prevent the tortured person from dying of a stroke, Qi Yu's place is much warmer than the ordinary torture room. There is a fire inside the room, and the small fence window above is closed by a wooden board. Only the scattered light from the candle outside the prison door is used for viewing.

Generally speaking, you can get out of the execution bed half a month after the sentence, but in order to cope with the ensuing exile, Qi Yu still needs to be raised in the silkworm room next to him for two months. There is really nothing to do, so he leans against the wall and recites his words silently. From the biography of the ram.

He is actually not a person who likes reading very much, but his aunt has a strong temperament and his aunt is strict in housekeeping. Since he was enlightened at the age of five, he has been getting up at midnight every day to go to the study, and when he grew up, he went to the academy.Reading and writing are no different from Qi Yu's need to get dressed when cold, or to eat when it's time, it is part of what makes a human being.

In the prison, there is no one to dress him, no place to bathe, no pen and ink to write, and no good teachers and friends. There are only regular meals every day and the sage books he has memorized, which makes him feel as if he still knows how to live.

The smell in the prison is really bad. The smell of old blood, human body, excrement and food are mixed together. After being washed and diluted by water, it becomes a subtle rancid smell that makes people frown but not disgusting.

Zhou Shuhe's soft-soled velvet boots stepped on the wet ground, the toes of the shoes were slightly wet, and the sound of his footsteps was hidden in the weak groans of the prisoners one after another.

She stopped at the cell door and looked at the young man sitting on the straw bed.

In fact, she didn't really remember Qi Yu's 15-year-old appearance. Decades later, that young man who made people blush and heartbeat had already turned into a piece of loess.

Master Zhou of Huxiang County magistrate has no talent for reading, but he attaches great importance to children's education. The first thing he did after entering the magistrate's office was to invite Confucian scholars to run a private school at home.As a result, all the young masters and ladies of the Zhou family followed their father except for the second child who counted on his success.

In this respect, Zhou Shuhe was ten to ten like him.

When I get up in the morning, I have to say something ambitious, go to the study hall and stare at the teacher closely, eyes full of desire for knowledge, then bow my head and take a pen for a while-boom, I can't help being sleepy and fall headlong.

I really can't read by myself, so I admire people who can read.

The two accomplished young masters of the Zhou family went to the government school in the county, and they often talked about the child prodigy named Qi Yu when they returned home.

A mention of age.

"How can a ten-year-old child who is still young be able to compete with me for the crown."

"Take a break, second brother, Wang Daniu, who sells meat in Dongshi, knows that Mr. Qi Si is more poetic than you."

A mention of height.

"Not to mention, among the six arts of a gentleman, he is far inferior to me in controlling and shooting him."

"Come on, second brother, Ren Qi Yu is only a big one, standing up straight is just half a head taller than a horse."

There was also a mention of looks.

"Jing Niang is so dazed that she actually praised that yellow-mouthed child's beauty in front of me, my husband! Is there any law for this!"

"Please be kind, please be kind, please treat me as the big brother, Xiaoyu is just a child!"

Zhou Shuhe, who had just combed her horns, was sitting on the stone bench in the Huxin Pavilion, gnawing on the butterfly crisps brought to her by her brothers, while listening to the bickering between the two, she couldn't straighten up laughing.

So when she was nine years old, she secretly remembered a name.

"Qi Yu." She wrapped these two words around her tongue again.

The girl's voice was clear and soft, which was incompatible with the damp bluestone walls around her.

Zhou Shuhe had a pair of affectionate eyes. When he was not smiling, his eyes were glistening, and everyone seemed to be full of affection, but when he smiled, he was as clear as a breeze, and the world suddenly opened up.

The cell was dark, and the warm yellow light from the kerosene lamp could sting the eyes. It took Qi Yu a while to get used to it before he vaguely recognized the person.

"you……"

He hadn't spoken for a long time, and the first time he opened his mouth, his voice was rough and hoarse as if it had been ground on thick bark. He was taken aback by himself, and he didn't dare to say a second word for a while.

"You have to be thankful that I'm not a careless person. I didn't forget to order tea when I brought you pastries." Zhou Shuhe squatted down along the railing, put a towel on the ground, put down the food box and poured a bowl of cold tea deftly .

"Qi Yu, come here." She passed her hand through the gap between the wooden bars and sent it into the prison. The tea swirled in the bowl, and it was almost impossible to spill it.

No one should.

She smiled, took the bowl of tea and passed it forward: "Why are you sitting so far away, and you don't pick up the tea bowl, my hands are about to get sore."

The 15-year-old boy has not yet matured in stature. In addition, he has suffered some crimes in prison. His facial features showed some signs of sickness and coquettishness.

But in fact, Qi Yu was just in a daze.

In this absolutely inappropriate scene, a person who is absolutely inappropriate broke into him, and said the words as if it should be so calmly, making him feel that if he didn't use this bowl of tea at this time, there would be something wrong Things are getting petty.

Compared with Zhou Shuhe who has been in this world for many years, he can't pull his skin off at a young age, he can only be firmly grasped.He struggled for a moment and had to give in, moved his body outside, narrowed the distance between the two of them from one foot to five feet, stretched out his hand sideways to take the tea bowl, and refused to get any closer.

Zhou Shuhe didn't force him any more, and leaned against the wooden railing, watching him finish a bowl of overnight tea with the tinkling shackles on his hands.

Cold water moistened his throat, and the dry pain in his throat eased a lot, but he still didn't want to talk.

The silence at this time has nothing to do with the self-cultivation of a scholar who internalizes pain after a sudden change, nor is it the melancholy when the characters meet again.What Qi Yu felt was more of a sense of absurdity similar to "a person walking by the river, and suddenly Lin Daiyu pulls out a weeping willow", and the accompanying confusion and innocence.

He thought he would never see her again, at least not here.