Daily life of a slave

Wen Shu has always been a light sleeper, especially after he arrived at the General's Mansion, he would wake up whenever there was a turmoil, but tonight was even more unusual, there was no sound, he just opened his eyes without warning.

Then I saw a big and tall figure beside the bed.

"Who!"

Wen Shu's heart beat like a drum, he said that he was not afraid of death, but when it came to life and death, he was still unavoidable.

There was only a layer of moonlight in the room, and the outlines of the tables, chairs and benches could be seen, the black shadow was against the moonlight, but even the facial features could not be seen clearly, Wen Shu took a deep breath, and ventured to test it out.

"Wei Cheng?"

Weicheng's eyeballs turned, from the cold sweat on Wenshu's forehead to his messy sideburns, past his pale lips, and finally returned to those terrified eyes.

He has seen such eyes too much, since he was a child.

"I'll tell you a story."

Wenhu's affairs made him toss and turn and couldn't sleep. He didn't see his parents and relatives die in front of his eyes, but the scene of blood staining the Duke's mansion would replay in his mind every night.

Only tonight was different, he saw A Ling.

"I brought Wenhu back to Duke Wei's mansion. At that time, he was very fat. Even if he was hungry and fainted by the roadside, he was still as fat as a meatball."

There were people coming and going on the street, and no one was willing to pick up meatballs. Wei Cheng passed by to make soy sauce, so he picked them up by the way.

He was seven years old that year, and Wenhu was six years old. At that time, there was no Wei Ling.

"Wenhu said that I love to fight with Ah Ling, but he was not right. I met him first. At that time, Ah Ling lived with his master on the mountain and only came back once during the Chinese New Year."

At that time, Wenhu was still the most favored prince, and the Duke of Wei was still a great hero with high morals and high esteem. The young prince liked to play in the Duke's mansion. What.

Wen Hu's work and rest in Duke Wei's mansion is very regular, enter the door, wash his hands, eat, wipe his mouth, and leave.

At that time, Wei Cheng liked to poke Wenhu's meatball face. He was curious about the difference between the emperor's son and the courtier's son. If he poked more, he would know, and the emperor's son was better.

At least Wenhu is easy to poke.

"At that time, he was very serious about his work, eating without distraction, no matter how I made trouble with him, he insisted on eating like an old monk in meditation."

This analogy may not be appropriate, but Wei Cheng couldn't find a better word, Wenhu was eating so regularly, and he poked so regularly until Ah Ling came back.

"Actually, not much has changed. A Ling didn't have a good life on the mountain. After returning, she was as obsessed with food as Wenhu."

They often fight for food and drink, the difference is that A Ling is expressionless when beating people, but when Wen Hu is being beaten, he always grins his teeth as if his heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys are hurting, making people reluctant to continue beating.

So Ah Ling stopped beating him and beat the cook instead.

The two bandits robbed food in the kitchen all day long, so naturally they robbed each other more because of internal unity, and there have been no conflicts since then.Wei Cheng is an older brother, so he should set an example. When Wenhu and A Ling had conflicts, he was the peacemaker, but when he found that the two had no more conflicts, the peacemaker could no longer find a role to change.

"What are you talking about to me?"

Wen Shu hesitated for a long time, and finally asked this sentence. There is nothing wrong with the content of these memories alone, and they can even be regarded as warm, but the speaker's eyes when recalling the past made him terrified.

In the pitch darkness, the only thing he could see were Wei Cheng's green eyes glowing like jackals.

"I said, listen, that's all."

"Tell me these things at night to disturb people's dreams. Is this how you, General Wei, treat guests?"

After a short period of fear, Wen Shu naturally regained his courage from the blood feud between the two families.It has nothing to do with right or wrong, but it is destined to be immortal in this life, so there is nothing to be afraid of.

"I regard you as a confidant, and I cannot treat guests with common courtesy."

After saying this, Wei Cheng didn't speak any more, and he didn't have much to say in the future. It was nothing more than the death of his family, and after that, the collapse of the country, until today.

Wen Shu was no longer afraid, as if he hadn't seen such a big living person, turned over and fell asleep again.He hates Wei Cheng, but what he hates even more is the leader of the bandit who ordered the iron hooves to trample on Miyagi.

As for Wei Cheng... let's teach him how to be happy, save his life, it will be useful in the future.

Wen Shu was thinking silently in his heart, and suddenly the bed sank, and a cool body suddenly stuck behind him.It's almost Chinese New Year now, the weather is cold, and the night is even colder. No matter how solid the National People's Congress is here at night, it will freeze into a lump of ice. Right now, there is only a slight chill on the clothes, which is enough to show Wei Cheng's kung fu. high.

"Get off!"

Wen Shu kicked back, and Wei Cheng suffered a severe blow. This kick was very relieved. Wen Shu wanted to make up another kick, but he never thought that the person behind him trembled slightly but continuously.

"I'm really afraid."

"If I really blame him by mistake, I'm really afraid."

The evil god in the daytime and the devil in the night, now, curled up behind him like a child and trembled, Wenshu was full of contempt, and took the opportunity to kick him a few more times. , Naturally cover your head and fall asleep.

The next day, the winter sun was warm.

**

Wenhu was wearing thick clothes which is rare, and the sun was out today which is rare, the food is good, the temperature of the tea is also moderate, tsk tsk, the treatment is really different now.

He also had a few days of good days, but he never had any hope for the end.Carpe diem in time is worthy of those fists and kicks accumulated in the past, he should eat and drink, and talk about the past with the old housekeeper who came to watch the fun when he has nothing to do.

The old butler arched his back and asked, "What kind of demon are you?"

Wenhu straightened his back and replied, "It's really a blessing to be beaten!"

Wen Hu watched Wei Cheng grow up, and the old housekeeper watched Wen Hu and Wei Cheng grow up. When he twisted his beard and shook his nose, he immediately thought that Wei Cheng had softened his heart again. The old man had a deep affection for the old master. Hey, that's the master-servant relationship that was taken from the sword and sword rain, and we must not just watch this wolf-hearted little bastard do his best!

The old housekeeper went to Wei Cheng to read scriptures, but he couldn't move his left leg, his right leg, he still couldn't move his right leg!

"What are you doing hugging my thigh!"

Wenhu begs Bailai to wrap his hands and feet around those two old legs, even if you punch and kick, I will stand still.

The old man tried his best to struggle, and Wenhu tried his best to hug him, and finally gave a sting. The old housekeeper felt the chill under his buttocks, and looked down——

"You, you smell shameless!"

The old butler couldn't struggle anymore with his trousers in his hands, Wen Hu leaned over with a playful smile, eagerly begging for an old chestnut.

My brain hurts, and my eyes are sore from the pain.

He couldn't remember how many beatings he had received since he was a child, and he was used to it. Only the two times when the old housekeeper beat him, each time he wished to remember it for a lifetime.

The first time was when he fainted from hunger and was carried into Duke Wei's mansion. Seeing that he ate so much that he almost burst his belly, the doctor changed round after round, and finally saved him with great difficulty. When he came back, the old butler was so angry that he scolded and beat him severely, and twisted his waist because of his excitement.

At that time, he didn't know his identity, but it was just out of the elder's hatred for the younger generation, Wenhu never enjoyed this kind of treatment after the window paper was punctured.

The second time is today.

"Aon, let me tell you a story."