Yin Hong

Yawen sat at the table with no emotion on his face, even as cold as frost. He held his cup tightly with three fingers, and even the delicious and thick milk in the cup tasted extremely boring.

Charlotte went into the city early in the morning to buy some new food, and when she came back, the light of dawn was climbing slowly but firmly, as tenaciously as a sprout trying to break through the ground, the clouds Like being sprinkled with a layer of shining gold powder, they are surrounded by each other, covering the same fluorescent tree branches.When the sun jumped up from the horizon, it seemed to spread its rays of light in an instant, turning the roof and her cheeks into a healthy and happy red.

She opened the door and walked into the kitchen. Before she had time to take off her kerchief, she saw Yawen's look that made her mother feel very distressed and worried, "My baby, I haven't seen you all night. What's wrong with you?"

"It's nothing important, Mom." Yawen withdrew his gaze from somewhere, and said to his mother who was looking nervously at him, "I'm going to watch the execution of those pirates with Andre, so I can't help but think about it." It’s just what happened in the past two days.”

"God! What a cruel picture that must be." Charlotte shook her head impatiently, took off her hood and scarf, and walked out of the kitchen, "I don't want to imagine such a scene, I have to go Call your father to wake up."

"Mom, I'm leaving right away." Yawen stopped her, and took an apple out of the basket hanging on her arm, "If there's nothing else to do, I'll be back around noon. You look a little haggard, and you probably haven't had a lot of fun during this time, so let Dad sleep a little longer on this rare rest day."

"You just came back last night. If you don't say hello like this, your father will be angry."

"Then I have to trouble my dear mother to intercede for me," Yawen smiled and hugged her, holding the doorknob with an apple, "I'll be back soon, don't worry."

"Then we have to wait for you to come back for lunch." Charlotte stretched her arm and patted Yawen's head, "Look at my tall and handsome son, I haven't been able to reach the top of your head for several years. "

"I won't be too late. If something happens and I can't come back, I will definitely send a message to you." Yawen held the back of Charlotte's hand tightly in his palm, and then opened the door. After leaving the house, "The morning breeze is cool and refreshing. If mom can relax later, she can come out with dad to get some air."

"Of course, my Yawen." Charlotte squeezed his chin, "We must continue to take care of our bodies so that we can spend more time with you."

Hearing these warm and sad words, Yawen and Charlotte hugged each other's cheeks again.

After riding a horse for a while, they could reach the gate of Jerez. Yawen tied the reins of the horse to a tree trunk not far from the gate, and walked into the city alone.

Apart from bloody brutality and despicableness, Yawen really doesn't know much about the profession of pirates, or "species", so in the dark night last night, the few words that Sancerre said were neither serious nor serious. It was as captivating as a dancer from the Western Regions in bold clothes, which thoroughly aroused Yawen's interest and vigilance.He could be said to be impatiently eager for everything about the pirates, or any information about Sancerre.

He is more mysterious than anyone Yawen has ever met before, like a monster sleeping in the deep sea, lurking with his eyes closed, hiding in the darkness, waiting for the moment of awakening at dawn.And what Yawen wanted to know urgently was the information symbolized by this ferocious giant beast, and the reason why he could know so many things without any effort.

This feeling of being deeply dissected made Yawen feel disgusted and unbearable. He was almost trying to restrain himself, restraining the urge to slit the man's throat with a knife.

——He seemed to easily appreciate the irritability of being targeted by hunters.This is a strong sense of crisis, which comes from his experience in various situations in the past few years.

Yawen stopped in his tracks, put away the momentary impatience that had crossed his face, and let out a dull but soothing breath.

While thinking, he had already slowly walked to the gate of Leovis Manor. There was no sound in the manor, as if in this small world, everything was still sleeping, still indulging in a sweet dream.

But he didn't wait long leaning against the fence when there was a "squeak" beside him, and the sound of the door being opened came.Andre looked up at the sky, and beckoned to Yawen.

When Yawen walked over, Andre was still watching him, and he didn't ask until he came to his side and stood still, "What happened?"

"I knew I couldn't hide it from you." Yawen patted his forehead which was shining under the sun a few times, with a helpless and pleased expression, "I'm so glad I have a brother who can tell everything with confidence." He pointed to the road outside , "It's almost time, let's talk as we walk."

When the sun rises, you can see children running on the road with innocent expressions.Their smiles are free of impurities, like flowers blooming in the new spring that contain rain and dew. They have not had time to experience any wind and sun, and fortunately they have not been attacked by any natural enemies.They wear the best that their parents can provide. They are the end point of the elders' painstaking efforts, and they are also the continuation of each beautiful and simple life.

Residential houses on both sides of the road are thriving as always.In ordinary people's homes, some windows facing the outside are open, and clusters of branches and leaves of unknown plants protrude from the inside, dotting the houses with poor colors in green.The rich merchants live in luxurious and beautiful noble buildings, and many servants who get up early file out from the door, each looking for the target of their purchases today.Together they make up this bustling Jerez, not so friendly, but at least they can coexist harmoniously.

"The fox and the wolf?"

"This is a private joke between Cinna and I." Yawen explained, "When we made this joke, the pirate hadn't boarded our ship. Although I don't know if this is a coincidence, but I don't think it is. The most important question."

"Then what's the most important?" Andre asked, squinting at him.

"I'm thinking about killing people and killing people." Yawen sighed, "Andre, you should know what I'm talking about. I'm really having a headache right now."

"What else did he say besides this?"

"There is no more." Yawen paused, and then said: "You are right, he has not posed any real threat to us so far, but he seems to be the same as that group of pirates, and my The lawless younger brothers all have different shades of connection." He lowered his voice and murmured, "This is not so good..."

Andre listened to his words quietly, and did not continue the topic, but his eyes were always tightly focused, thinking about the same question silently.

When they came to the main entrance of the fortress in Jerez City, the execution platform in front of the entrance had been set up, and there were many people who came to watch the excitement. Their expressions were surprisingly the same, they glared angrily at the blood-stained pirates standing on the gallows.

The pirates were exposed to the sun, like a few ghosts who had been forcibly pulled out of hell. Their demeanor and posture had gradually become dull and dull, and even the brilliance of their eyes gradually dissipated in the stronger light.

Several shop owners who were implicated yesterday have already cursed secretly, driven by anger and hatred, some words that they would not even dare to think of at ordinary times have come out of their mouths.There are groups of people who are the same as themselves hiding each other. At this moment, they no longer have to pay attention to the eyes of others, because on the high platform not far away, there are a few residues who are more sinful than anyone present. .

——It is also because in the hearts of ordinary people, no matter whether these pirates have really committed horrific things, they are as unbearable as dirt on the floor.

Yawen and Andre stood side by side at the end of the crowd.The criminals on the high platform looked so conspicuous, so they didn't need to look forward to it like others, but stood quietly in place, and cast their eyes on the gallows standing high on the platform, And the life-threatening rope that swayed with the wind above.

After a while, the officers standing in front of the stage will detain those people, let them stand on movable planks one by one, hang their own necks on the rough rope with their own hands, and wait for the rope to be taken away for the first time. A person’s life is replaced by a second rope—these self-important soldiers don’t even want to touch these dirty corpses. Notoriously messy cemeteries, even burials are superfluous.

Looking at this sad picture, Yawen couldn't say any words of emotion for a moment.Criminal law and crime seem to have been taken for granted since ancient times. These two irreversible principles check and balance people all over the world, pull people's crumbling morality, and prevent more innocent people from being infected with crimes and falling into the darkness of their hearts.

Shortly before the execution began, Yawen saw Sancerre in front of a house far away.He was not as stupid as he imagined. He was wearing neat clothes and standing on an abandoned ox cart. Although he was still somewhat dirty and unsightly, it was hard to think of him as a pirate.

He just stood in that inconspicuous position safely and dangerously, waiting for the judgment to come just like them.

☆、Chapter 011