Chapter 310 Inhuman
The flowing wind and snow blew silently around Ji Ting. He slowly closed his eyes, tightened the corners of his lips, and spoke in a hoarse voice after a long while.
“She doesn’t know, she doesn’t know anything. She doesn’t know that I have been carrying human lives from the day I entered the city. She doesn’t know that I actually don’t know many words. She doesn’t know that I am a robber. The thief stole what originally belonged to her My brother's happiness."
At this moment, Bailian lowered his eyes: "You are so cruel."
Ji Ting raised his head, looked up at the night sky, and said stubbornly: "I'm not wrong. , I don’t regret it either.”
He threw away his name because it was not nice at all, no different from the cheap names of the rotten beggars in the ruined temple.
He has said that he is just a rotten fish and shrimp in the mud. Whenever there is a life-saving straw, he will cling to it crazily without any moral bottom line.
Meng Chengzhi was his life-saving straw, and so was Ji Ting.
He is a born criminal, a refugee on the earth. Cold and hunger are his companions. He needs to rely on a dull and rusty short knife to compete with wild dogs and beggars for food.
There were times when he was sick, especially that night. The wound on his body bitten by the sharp teeth of the wild dog became inflamed and pus-filled. His body had a high fever, his eyes were red, and he had to rely on even a cold steamed bun. How could he have money to pay for medical treatment and medicine if he only relied on robbery?
He could only fall down on the edge of the field, holding the short knife, waiting for himself to die.
It was Ji Ting who saved him.
At that time, Ji Ting was only thirteen years old. He was orphaned as a young boy and had a young sister with him.
Due to war and famine, his parents divorced and separated from his second sister Ji Ying.
After his mother passed away, the brother and sister had no one to rely on, so he took his sister to Xianling City to find his biological father and second sister.
In his memory, Ji Ting was a frail and sickly scholar. He was suffering from tuberculosis and was not going to die soon. He was not suitable for long journeys and fatigue.
If he stayed in a corner and recuperated, he could have lived longer, but he couldn't worry about his young sister. After his death, how would his two-year-old sister survive?
He doesn't want Ji San'er to become a commodity in the hands of other people's wives before she grows up, nor does he want her to become the child bride of other families who have watched her grow up in vain.
So the young man shouldered his luggage, held his little sister’s hand, and took the few remaining provisions and food rations with him, heading for the fairy city on earth that everyone longed for. go.
He promised his mother that he would take good care of his sister.
Traveling all over the world, I don’t seek medical treatment for the sake of the mountains and rivers.
It’s just that he doesn’t know how time has passed and how absurd the world is.
Ji Ting went to the wild side and rescued a young man who was about to die of illness. He used his little money to apply medicine to his wounds.
The brother and sister traveled through mountains and rivers and were already exhausted and hungry. The two-year-old girl bit her fingers and drooled. She watched Ji Ting give him the last piece of sesame seed cake. She cried, "Brother, I'm hungry. '
Ji Ting, a young man, touched her head and coaxed in a gentle voice: "San'er is good. This brother is sick. We gave him the cake. When we arrived at Xianling City, we found your second sister and brother. Take you to Fat Roast Chicken ”
How did he get that piece of sesame seed cake?
Oh, I remembered it.
He was like a hungry vicious dog, eating every bit of the sesame cake in front of the little girl, with no intention of leaving a bite for the brother and sister.
He heard the words Xianling City clearly and truly.
Then a thought arose in my mind.
At night, he finished the bowl of hot soup that the young man had cooked for him, and while the two of them were sleeping, he sharpened his knife on an old stone outside the ruined temple all night.
He was afraid that the knife in his hand was too blunt and would not kill people. But it turned out that the young man was really, really sick.
When the knife stabbed into his heart and lungs, he didn't even have the strength to struggle. He could only hold on to his collar, his eyes not even filled with resentment or anger. It seemed that the last emotion left was a humble plea.
He naturally knows what he wants.
He didn't kill Ji San'er, not because his pleading had any effect, but because he wanted to use her identity to become Ji Ting.
I thought that a two-year-old baby could be easily made to behave by threatening her with a knife a few times.
But he scared her all the way and beat her all the way, until she reached the gate of Xianling City, she was still crying about the murderer.
At that time, I really wanted to strangle her to death!
Before entering the city, he hung Ji Saner under a tree all night and threatened her viciously that if she could no longer control her tongue, he would kill her second sister as well to accompany her. Your damn brother.
Although the little girl was temporarily frightened, he knew that this was not a long-term solution.
There is always a chance that she will reveal her identity.
But he didn't care, because he didn't plan to live with them for the rest of his life under the name of Ji Ting, as long as he got into this wealthy family and took away the money.
But he never thought that God was playing a huge joke on him.
The wealthy family in his mind only left a helpless young girl, guarding a small town noodle shop alone.
But Ji San'er was hung under a tree, exposed to the cold wind all night, fell seriously ill, and his brain was so burned that he completely forgot about the destruction of the temple.
The rich and powerful Ji family does not exist.
Gold and silver treasures have no chance with him.
He threw away the curled-edged dagger, washed his hands clean, and wore the old Confucian shirt of a young scholar.
He became Ji Ting and continued the touching story of the reunion of brother and sister.
But no one knows that the person in the play has long since become someone else.
He didn’t know what his psychology was. In the evening, with the lamp flickering and the candle flickering, he watched the strange girl in front of him sitting on the edge of the bed, mending the crack between his heart and Confucian shirt. , he called her.
Ji Yingshu opened her eyes, raised her eyebrows, looked at her brother under the bright lights, and smiled softly at him.
My heart trembled inexplicably, as if a drop of pure water suddenly fell from the ink stain that had been settling for a long time. It was clearly imprinted there and could not be erased or wiped off.
He suddenly recalled something Ji Ting had said before his death. He obviously didn't care much about it at the time, but at this moment, it came to his mind very clearly.
He said to her: "Tomorrow I will take you and my little sister to the city to eat fat roast chicken?"
Ji Ying mended the old Confucian shirt in her hand. The stitches were dense and rigorous, and the cracks at the heart of the shirt seemed like After healing, she handed out her clothes and raised her eyes: "Okay."
The past emerged like a clear dream, and then disappeared like a bubble.
Ji Ting's unwavering voice sounded in the night: "Everything is suffering, you can only overcome it by yourself, I have no regrets."
Fang Geyu crossed his chest and sneered: "You are inhuman. , not as good as a dog.”
Ji Ting looked at her: "I have also thought about being a good person, but at that time, you people who are born with precious lives, did you treat me as a human being?"
(End of Chapter)