Good-looking, not allowed to farm

"On XX Street in the East District of Wangcheng."

Macomb weakly whispered an address: "There is a very small barber shop. When you walk in, someone will ask you what kind of haircut you want? Answer him, it doesn't feel so heavy..."

Jamie got his wish.

He should have been ecstatic, he should have left immediately, went to the treasurer to inform him, and then used this to exchange for the long-awaited amnesty that would lead to the door to freedom.

However, he did nothing.

Before that, he was like a pauper who had no money in his pocket but was eager to buy something. He frantically tried every means to get some money so that he could buy what he wanted, but when he really had the money , he seemed less anxious again.

At least until Macomb recovers from his illness, there is no such rush...

With tears in his eyes, Jamie half knelt beside Macomb, continuing to take care of him every step of the way.

By mid-afternoon, Macomb was starting to have a severe fever.

The poor man was tossing and turning, unsteady with his pain, his worn shirt was soaked with sweat, his breathing was short of breath, and his face was flushed.

Jamie hurriedly asked the prison guard for a drink, then unbuttoned his shirt, and kept wiping his body with wine to help him dissipate heat.

When the prisoner next to him saw it, he couldn't help showing a very greedy expression, and couldn't help but mutter a few words: "Oh, it may not be possible to survive if it is burned like this, why waste a lot of fine wine?"

"Fuck you!" Jamie jumped up as if he had been poked by something, and suddenly burst into flames with rage.

Because of the terrible guess that Macomb might die, his face was contorted with fear and anger, and even the veins in his neck were bulging, and he shouted loudly: "He won't die, he's just sick. .People are alive, can’t they get sick? Damn it, you **** bastards, if anyone dares to curse him again, I can’t spare him.”

The prisoners in the same cell were all taken aback.

They wanted to say some nasty things like 'people can get sick and heal, but there is a shortage of medicine and medicine in prison, so that's not necessarily true', but seeing Jamie looking like he was going to kill someone, Knowing that normal people can't mess with crazy people, they swallowed those ugly words wisely.

There are also some well-meaning prisoners who help those who like to make trouble and say: "Stop making trouble, the king will get married in two days, and there will be plenty of wine for you to drink." "Yes, I have seen someone moving wine before. It is said that although it is a cheap product brewed by a small workshop, it is an authentic corn whiskey, undiluted, hot and choking, like a knife, so fucking strong."

Jamie ignored these discussions, knelt down again, and continued to take care of Macomb seriously.

It's just that in the process of taking care of him, he felt guilty in his heart, and kept lowering his head in repentance. When one teardrop fell, another teardrop came up again.

By this time Macomb had lost consciousness.

He lay there quietly with his eyes closed tightly, murmuring some inaudible sighs and ravings from his mouth.

Worried that he had something important to say, Jamie leaned down again and put his ear to his lips.

I only heard Macomb whispering a bunch of endless words:

"...my name is Marian...today I'm going to kill a man. What, what a cold night."

His body was trembling, and he muttered indistinctly, as if he was reading an essay or reciting some poetry: "...tomorrow, I will die too, and become a pile of cold meat...they will grab Walk me, whip me, hang me with a rope around my neck, throw me into the icy river..."

Then he sighed again, a long sigh: "Oh, what a cold night, sinking, sinking, I'm sinking... the fish will eat my eyes. Cold night, bye, damn it Creator, and his damned creatures!"

"Who's Marianne?" Jamie asked.

"Marian, Marian...a sad woman..."

Macomb murmured in lower and lower voices, as if he had fallen into a nightmare, his body trembling violently, and the mice, who were never afraid of people, were so frightened that they ran away in all directions.

"Marian, my sister!"

He called, and then whimpered.

Jamie silently picked up a towel to wipe the sweat and tears off his face, and then touched his chapped lips with a towel dipped in water.

At this moment, his heart was full of endless pain, which was as heavy as a nest of worms wriggling and slowly gnawing at his heart.

Just because he deliberately created the disease, let the prison guard pretend to pour cold water on Macomb's body accidentally, and even used some methods to make him blow the wind, but it doesn't mean that he really wanted to hurt the prison guard. I am a good elder.

Seeing that people are so sick now, I suddenly realize that this is not a modern society where "fever and cold will be cured soon after taking medicine, injections and infusions", but a different world where a cold may kill people!

As a result, his brain, which seemed to have been tempted by the devil to the point of losing its senses, regained consciousness a little bit.

"My God, what have you done? Despicable, shameless! Even dogs know not to bite people who are good to them, but what about you? Are you even worse than dogs?" Jamie scolded himself to himself , but this didn't make him feel any better.

His face became paler and paler, until he couldn't help showing a terrifying expression that was about to collapse physically and mentally: "God, don't do this to me, please don't do this to me. Macomb, Macomb, please, don't die !You die, and I'll be tormented in hell all my life. Macomb, Macomb..."

Macomb faintly heard someone calling his name repeatedly in his drowsiness.

In a trance, he raised his eyelids in a daze and with difficulty, and looked around dully.Then, he saw Jamie's extremely ugly expression, and his heart was greatly shocked: "Look at this child, he is so sad for someone who has nothing to do with him."

For this reason, Macomb tried his best to cheer up, strengthened his spirits, reached out and lightly touched Jamie's fingertips, and comforted weakly: "Don't worry... I will be fine, everything will be fine, child."

His voice was so hoarse, but his tone was still so gentle, and even his eyes showed no trace of resentment.

"Macomb!"

Jamie jumped on it uncontrollably, crying loudly.

It was a very long night that night.

Fortunately, in the early hours of the morning, Macomb's fever finally subsided.

A well-meaning prisoner came over to take a look: "The most dangerous time is over, the best thing is, the next thing is to recuperate for a while."

Jamie breathed a sigh of relief, thinking he hadn't made a big mistake.

At this time, he hadn't slept all night, his face was haggard, his eyes were almost swollen due to crying and staying up all night, and he was about to lie down on the ground and take a rest, when he heard someone calling him, saying that the boy named George was looking for him... …

"Your eyes...well, are you crying?"

After the meeting, George was taken aback by Jamie's terrible appearance. This weak boy asked hesitantly with fear, with sincere sympathy and concern in his calf-like big and docile eyes.

"No, it was just a nightmare," Jamie said wearily.

He was exhausted and worried about Macomb's body, so he didn't have the patience to deal with the young man, so he asked directly: "What do you want from me? Is that villain looking for trouble again? Do you want me to warn him again?" ?”

"No, it's not." George shook his head quickly: "Thank you, Jamie! No one bullies me anymore."

A happy smile never seen before appeared on his face: "I came to you to say goodbye to you."

"Farewell? Where are you going?"

"My sentence is only half a year, and it expires today."

"You mean...?"

"Jamie, I'm getting out of prison!"

"Get out of prison?"

"Yes!" George was as excited as a bird: "If there is a chance, I will come and see you."

"oh oh……"

Jamie didn't know what to say, so he could only respond so casually.

George said a lot of thanks again on his own.

He still looks so cowardly, but the aura around him is much more energetic than before, and those eyes that are always written with timidity also light up, as if he can't wait to walk into the world of freedom.

"...Bless you." Jamie said reluctantly.

It's just that when he looked at George's leaving figure, a kind of jealousy arose spontaneously: "Why wasn't I the one who left here?"

then……

The pardon on the treasurer's desk came to his mind again.

But as soon as it appeared, he forcibly suppressed it again.

"Wait a little longer, wait a little longer!"

Jamie thought silently, "There's still time, Macomb's illness hasn't healed yet."

However, the most dangerous time has passed...

In the following time, Macomb will get better day by day.

And because of this illness, Jamie has taken so much care.

Moreover, I saw how heartbroken the child was when he was taking care of himself because he was worried about himself...

Every time he thinks of this, Macomb's old heart becomes terribly soft.

He had no children and lived alone for most of his life, thinking that even if he died, he would die alone. No one would know about him, and no one would shed tears for him... Unexpectedly, after a sudden illness, In such a difficult prison, I unexpectedly reaped a flawless and precious family affection!

Macomb, who was once cynical and thought he was treated poorly by this cold world, also hated this world deeply.

But now, he let go.

"God has favored me after all!"

He looked at Jamie with gratitude and tenderness from then on.

But what this venerable elder doesn't know is...

For Jamie, these grateful and tender gazes are like needles piercing his heart, causing him torment every day.

He could not wait to tell Macomb: "You are sick because of me, and I treat you well just to pretend to deceive you. So, don't treat me so trustingly, and don't treat me so well. You should be ruthless Scold me, hit me, hate me..."

After some time passed like this, Macomb completely recovered.

At the same time, there are only four days left before the king's wedding, which is also the deadline set by the treasurer for Jamie.

The reality that I deliberately avoided...

There is no escape.

Jamie had to make a quick decision.

On this day, while he was struggling violently in his heart, he walked towards the treasurer's office at an extremely slow speed, almost step by step, but he was surprised to see a person on the way—clearly released after serving his sentence, George, who was escorted in by several prison guards now.

Four eyes facing each other.

There was silence.

George wanted to smile at him but couldn't, for there was something tragic in those large eyes.

"Aren't you out of prison?"

"I, I'm back again."

"why?"

"For stealing."

"What did you steal?"

"One, an apple core picked up on the ground."

"...fucking funny!" Jamie didn't know what to say.

George hooked the corner of his lips with difficulty, then lowered his head weakly, and then was pushed and shoved away by the prison guards.

Jamie stood there for a while.

Suddenly, he was relieved.

"Oh, what a cold night."

Recalling Macomb's tone when he was seriously ill, Jamie raised his head, closed his eyes, and sighed softly.

After a while, he made up his mind and strode towards the treasurer's office without hesitation.

And when the door of the office was opened, after seeing that the visitor was Jamie...

Treasurer Levin showed a smug smile as I expected.

He thought with contempt and a little excitement: "Come on! Come on! Let me see where the rabbit hole those untouchables hid in?"

——There is a tavern in the xx village to the west of the northernmost xx town.

— Well, that sounds remote.

—Sir, it is the remote places where people can hide.

——That’s right, continue.

——When you walk into the tavern, someone will come and ask the guests what they want. At this time, you answer, my mother is dead.

— Are you joking again?

——No, no, this is a pair of codes.As you know, the codes have to be set differently so as not to cause any misunderstanding.

--continue.

—You answer, my mother is dead.Then, someone will persuade you to mourn.At this time, you have to tell him that my mother died, I am very sad, but now, I want a new mother.The person who asked the question would say, come with me.Follow him and you will find everything you want. "