The dim light shone on the black-haired young man's face, and when he heard this, his straight eyebrows like ink suddenly trembled, but he didn't say anything.
When Aunt Susan saw his reaction, she thought that her words had touched the other party's sad soul, and she couldn't help but regret it a little, so she stopped talking, and casually rambled a few gossips, then walked downstairs, patting the back of her head with some regret.
Ten days ago, Aunt Susan, who got up early in the morning and climbed up to the attic to prepare for a day's sales work, was surprised to find a young black-haired man covered in blood lying on the dusty floor of his house, falling into a deep coma, looking extremely terrifying.
Aunt Susan was very bold, and after confirming that the other party was unconscious, she dragged him to the straw mat and looked at him carefully, and she made her own judgment on the person's identity from the ill-fitting military uniform and ill-fitting military boots.
In those days, the capital city of Tianjing was filled with gloomy faces of military police and plainclothes of the Royal Intelligence Agency, and the royal family was hunting down the remnants of the aristocratic rebellion.
Aunt Susan thought that the black-haired young man covered in blood on the straw mat must be a nobleman who was being hunted down.
In the end, what strengthened her judgment was the corner of the underwear exposed from the waist of the black-haired young man, as the aristocratic lady of the year, she knew very well the material of the panties, and only the really wealthy upper-class nobles were eligible to enjoy it.
Today's Aunt Susan seems to have forgotten the tragedy of the destruction of her family, and she doesn't have much hatred for His Majesty and the royal family, let alone the courage to be involved in the rebellion of the nobles and collect fugitives, her first reaction at that time was to call the police, but at this moment, the unconscious black-haired young man woke up for a moment.
It was at that moment that those squinted little eyes revealed a weakness that provoked endless pity, amiable sincerity and sincere pleading.
I don't know what kind of struggle Aunt Susan's heart went through at that time, I don't know if she saw the shadow of her parents from this poor aristocratic fugitive, I don't know if she remembered that her brother who loved her the most also had such a pair of clear eyes.
She didn't call the police, she hid him, hid him in the attic of the small courtyard, hid in the dust, fed him porridge and water, scrubbed his body full of miserable wounds, crushed the pills and stuffed them into his mouth until he woke up.
The first thank you after the black-haired young man woke up made Aunt Susan confirm her guess again, that standard Tianjing nobleman, no, more precisely, royal tone, how many years have not heard it "The parents of this little guy must be big shots."
Aunt Susan was busy in the kitchen downstairs, the kitchen knife made a crisp chopping sound on the plastic cutting board, and muttered with a hint of annoyance: "But what is the use of the nobles and they can't eat it as a meal, they only know that the tone should be elegant, but they can't even put on a screw." ” The cheap greens bought in the vegetable market during the day are chopped into pieces by an old kitchen knife, thrown into the pot of white porridge, accompanied by a few slices of ready-to-eat meat, mixed with a spoonful of yellow-brown spices, and a steaming, appetizing chowder is completed.
Aunt Susan clapped her hands proudly, and was about to put the food in the pot on the plate, when she suddenly thought of the pale face of the poor nobleman in the attic, and was silent for a long time, and couldn't help but sigh a long sigh, took out the black feather chicken nuggets and red oranges from the refrigerator for her son to eat on the weekend, and threw them into the pot.
"I can't be such a bad person anymore, it's no good, and I have to be scared every day."
She complained to herself as she stirred up the food and wiped the beads of sweat from her forehead.
"Black feather chicken and red oranges, they are good for blood tonics, you pick them out and eat them" Aunt Susan threw the bowl in front of the black-haired young man in a vicious voice, and said, "Hurry up and take care of your's body, and then roll me as far as I can." ” The black-haired young man held a somewhat hot food bowl and was silent for a long time before slowly picking up the chopsticks and eating in a big gulp.
Sweeping away the food in the bowl, he looked up at Aunt Susan, who had been leaning against the pillars, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't say anything after all, perhaps because the food was too hot, and the small eyes that were still a little swollen were shining.
"Don't look at me with such puppy eyes, the rest of the chicken is for Paul, don't think I'll cook it for you" Aunt Susan snatched the bowl angrily.
The black-haired young man looked at her and chuckled.
"But don't rush to leave lately."
Aunt Susan couldn't stand the poor aristocrat's clean and harmless smile, and waved the rag in her right hand vigorously like a mosquito, as if to wave the smile away, and said in an aggravated tone: "I heard that a federal fugitive has escaped recently, of course the Joint Defense Office didn't say it, it's gossip on the underworld, the military police are pulling people around, you have to be careful." ” "I'm not from the Federation, I'm not afraid."
The brunette replied.
"I'm not afraid that if the military department catches you, a fugitive nobleman, I'm afraid that your fate will be much worse than that of the Federation."
Aunt Susan said in a rough voice: "Forget it, you can stay here for a while, the household registration check here has always been not strict, and I don't know how many fugitives are hidden in the four major markets, and I can't find you for a while." ” "You say it's a distant relative of mine," said Aunt Susan, looking at him with a frown, "and you'll have to change the accent, this authentic royal accent, alas." ” She sighed, took the dishes to wash, and the rough voice sounded again before going downstairs: "You have to practice your life more familiarly, I don't expect you to make money for my mother, but you can't eat your father and mother in the future, you have to learn some skills to make a living."
Watching Aunt Susan turn out of the attic like a moving and spinning bucket, listening to the sound of heavy footsteps below, and then hearing the familiar and friendly cursing in the kitchen, Xu Le rubbed his black hair, and his heart was filled with endless warmth and gratitude.
In the coma, he had many dreams, many nightmares, and the most terrifying dream was that after waking up, he was being pointed at by the cold muzzles of countless imperial soldiers, the heavy wolf tooth mecha was guarding the periphery, and the cold face of Huai Cao Shi was slowly coming.
He didn't expect that when he woke up, he would be greeted by a bowl of warm porridge, an aunt who was fierce on the outside and extremely warm and kind on the inside.
This is really the greatest luck in life.
He was immensely grateful to the Imperial woman named Susan, but on some issues he had to deceive the other party, acquiescing in their speculation and pretending to be a poor young nobleman wanted by the Imperial regime.
Kind-hearted Aunt Susan could risk taking in a nobleman because of her past, because of her compassion, but certainly not a Federal.
After waking up, he found that he was mistaken for an imperial noble, and this misunderstanding was extremely firm in his aunt's heart, Xu Le also felt a little strange, until this time, he remembered that his imperial Chinese language was basically learned from Huaicao poetry, with the standard royal language and pronunciation tone of Her Royal Highness the princess, it was difficult not to misunderstand.
Aunt Susan's son Paul, who is studying at the Second University, said that her life is very lonely, so she seems to be a little nagging, and Xu Le deduces a lot of things from Aunt Susan's nagging, some of which are problems that he has studied around Huai Caoshi but has not paid attention to.
In the past, the empire was divided into extremely strict classes, royalty, nobles, commoners, untouchables, and slaves constituted the layered structure of this deformed society, and to distinguish whether a person was a nobleman or not, there was a less reliable but widely circulated method among the people: that is, to look at the color of the person's hair, the color of the eyeballs, the closer the color of the hair and the eyeballs was to black, the more noble the identity of the imperial person, Xu Le remembered the dark eyes that Huai Caoshi often squinted, and couldn't help frowning.
That year in the federal Allure Prison, it seems that the great old man said a faintly related word, and the years are too long to remember clearly, as if the old man said that if he could remove the chip, he could go to the empire and pretend to be royal Why is it based on his full head of black hair and shining black eyes, or that the old man had already guessed that he could take out the chip on the back of his neck Xu Le's frowning brows gradually relaxed, but his eyes narrowed, and he slowly moved his body and half-leaned on the windowsill, looking at the moon outside the attic, which should be unfamiliar and was actually similar to the federal moon, and his mind didn't know where it had gone.
There was a sound of testing in the dilapidated courtyard below the attic, and the aunt seemed to be playing a war blockbuster, and the metal box hanging at the entrance of the courtyard should be the chip monitoring equipment that the empire distributed to all families for free.
The box never rang.
Xu Le subconsciously reached out and touched the back of his neck, the subtle small wound had already healed, and he knew in his heart that it was precisely because the box had not sounded that Aunt Susan and Paul had never suspected that they were from the Federation.
But I am from the Federation, I always have to leave this land of the Empire, what should I do Xu Le squinted at the moon in a foreign land, and fell into contemplation again, I don't know how the search and arrest efforts of the empire are now, if they haven't found themselves for so long, will they think that they are dead No, according to the surname of Her Royal Highness the princess, if the body is not found for a day, she will not give up for a day.
This dilapidated and shabby courtyard is a good building in this slum, but because it is too close to the crematorium, not many people want to choose to live here, and the lights are turned off in the surrounding buildings, and it is as quiet as he is at the moment.
Xu Le retracted his gaze, shook his head and sat back on the straw mat, dragged a large box from the corner of the wall, picked up those crude tools, and began to assemble the inferior and cheap pirated video and audio players in earnest.
The big problem of escaping the empire and returning to the Federation will not be solved for a while, but the most troublesome problem in front of us must be solved first.
"But this bayonet snail is really not the right model, auntie."
With a sad face, he looked at the screws that could not eat at all, and found that this problem was more troublesome than fleeing.
To be continued: