Human dimension reduction

"Why didn't you talk when you woke up?"

The child who was squatting in front of the fireplace and stirring the liquid in the pot walked to the bed, saw his eyes open, he was relieved at first, and then showed a dissatisfied look on his face.

The boy lying there turned his face sideways with difficulty, and looked at the child in front of him by the jumping orange flame.

A young and down-and-out nobleman, he didn't even need to use his brain to see these superficial messages that were almost written on the other party's body.

Custom-fit shirts and trousers, with a flat neckline, apparently ironed every day by the servants, but the collar and cuffs have been violently torn, the threads on the buttons have fallen out, and the buttons used to fasten them have disappeared. He is very familiar with such traces. The insurgents transformed from tramps and serfs are very good at this method of robbing. Buttons are often inlaid with fine pearls or shells, and the collection is not a small sum. wealth.

The child's cheeks are black with gray streaks and stains of dirt, and the bright blond hair is messily drooping, but there is still baby fat on his face, and the wrists and neck that are exposed outside the clothes are also thin and white. One piece, no scars.

It looks like he hasn't suffered a lot, or at least is well protected.

In this turbulent situation, the nobles and big landlords can be said to be beaten by everyone. I heard that Moscow has issued a reward order. As long as a nobleman is captured and handed over to the revolutionary army, a hundred rubles will be issued. bounty.

This is a huge amount of wealth that the poor can never imagine in their entire lives!

The revolutionary army was determined to use blood to present the holy water for baptism to the newborn country, but this order obviously made the nobles who still had a chance to resist desperately.

The two sides started a tug-of-war along the Volga-Yenisei River. After he escaped from the manor, he planned to go down the Yenisei River and head west to Yekaterinaburg. It also looks like a child who escaped from the rebel army.

"Where's the family that brought you out?" he asked.

The child showed a suspicious look, as if he was asking, "How did you know someone brought me out?" But he quickly remembered his age, and tried to restrain his expression: "This has nothing to do with you, sir."

His pronunciation is a little rusty, as if he is not very familiar with Slavic language. It is very interesting to see children using honorifics in a strict manner. The boy couldn't help showing a little smile. When he laughed, his eyes rolled The gray eyes seemed to be twinkling like stars: "Ah, I haven't introduced myself yet, my name is Petrosha Mikhailovich Belinsky, little sir, what should I call you? "

The child's eyes blinked, and a dialog box popped up in front of him.

【Please enter your name:——】

Dude, this is too much of a video game.

"Richard York."

The blond kid proudly announced his name.

Petrosha's brows twitched violently: "Aren't you a native?"

There was a turbulent wave in his heart. The suppression of the nobles of his own country was already an irreversible frenzy, but he never imagined that the revolutionary army would dare to treat foreign nobles in the same way. What is the difference between this and declaring war with other countries? !

"I'm not. My parents are both dead. My brother brought me here to join my aunt who married here."

Petrosha quickly searched his mind for a woman whose surname was York before marriage, but there was no such person in the aristocratic genealogy he had memorized.

"Pe, pe...pi..." There are a lot of tongue rolls in Slavic, and the pronunciation of voiced consonants is very difficult for foreigners. With a small face, Richard tried hard to imitate Petrosa's Pronunciation, but the continuous flicking of the tongue is really anti-human, he blushed and didn't imitate it, his face stretched so long.

"Peja, or Petenka." Petrosha noticed his embarrassment, and thoughtfully chose the easy path for him.

Richard had a sullen face, held back for a long time, and finally said reluctantly: "I'm just not very good at tongue... Actually, I'm pretty good at learning Slavic language, even my brother said so."

brother.

Petrosa caught the character in his words, the child mentioned his elder brother twice, it seems that the one who ran out with the child was his elder brother, which is also very realistic, because the female relatives are always The guards are extremely strict, and adult males are also the main targets of vigilance. Only children and teenagers can obtain a relatively relaxed environment.

"I don't think I saw your brother?"

Petrosa's voice is exceptionally beautiful, with a violin-like elegance, coupled with his weirdly clever mind, and weak and harmless appearance, it is really hard to win the favor of a well-intentioned child. It couldn't be easier.

"Brother...my brother and I got separated," Richard thought for a while, but still couldn't help confiding to his only companion, "Someone was chasing us, and my brother tried to lead them in another direction, and then it started to snow heavily , I had no choice but to look for a place where I could shelter from the wind, and I picked you up."

His expression was a little more smug, and Petrosa immediately smiled and thanked: "If it weren't for you, I might have frozen to death. How do you want me to repay you? As long as I can do it."

This is a well-protected ignorant child. He doesn't even have the slightest vigilance against a stranger who is older than him. He is obviously in a very dangerous situation, and he doesn't even care about a stranger. guard against...

It is absolutely impossible for such a fragile, innocent, and kind child to survive on the Siberian plains and the hunters in winter after losing the protection of his elder brother. Perhaps it is his last hope to die in the snow and return to the embrace of his heavenly father. Good home.

A little pity flashed in Petrosa's gray eyes, but Richard didn't see his eyes, frowning and pausing for a moment, he made his own request: "I want you to help me find my brother."

Smart request, thought Petrosha.

Having found the only backer, he has the hope of surviving.

"I will try my best." Petrosha gave a tactful answer.

"You haven't said yet, why did you fall in the snow? You escaped too, right?" Richard said bluntly.

After saying this, he thought for a while, and later added a nickname: "...Peijia?"

Petrosa was momentarily stunned, but he quickly covered up this emotion.

"How did I fall in the snow," he repeated, with a peaceful smile on his thin, disfigured face, such a firm and pure smile that only those who walk on the path of faith can have such a firm and pure smile, "My There's nothing strange about the story, you know, the whole country is in chaos now, and those who are crazy for freedom hold up torches to burn the whole world, and they say they want to build a new country from the ashes ——where everyone can have freedom, freedom of thought, freedom of science, freedom of equality beyond class."

These words spit out from his mouth somewhat uncontrollably, but his extraordinary self-control made him pause for a while, and the only audience was looking at him with green eyes—this was also an innocent lost lamb who was caught Wrapped in the crazy wave of freedom, what a terrible and crazy freedom!It coaxes people to enjoy it and chase it, but it makes the weak lose their happiness in disguise.

The Lord said, I will make you free, so who is a free man?

"...In short, I acted as a musician for the guards while they imitated holding a banquet, and then sneaked out of the manor after they were asleep, but I hadn't eaten for several days, plus They were working, so they passed out in the snow halfway and were picked up by you, dear little sir, this is my boring story you want to hear."

Petrosa finished talking about his experience with a beautiful singing voice, and his eyes fell on the violin on the blanket: "Oh, you took it back too?"

Perhaps due to the higher dimension, the boys and girls who grew up in this country all have a fairy-like beauty that is out of the world. When Petrosa sat up with difficulty to pick up the violin, this innate beauty The clarity of his body almost broke through the thin layer of skin and bones, and two pairs of wings grew on his back.

"Yes, but I think what you need now is a big leba instead of a violin."

Richard glanced at him, pointed at the two heavy and dry long loaves beside him, and raised his chin arrogantly to him: "I'm hungry."

His face was full of righteousness, and he didn't feel that there was anything wrong with instructing a dying person to cook for him.

As a fighting nation in people's minds who can ride bears and fight wolves to overthrow the world, Petrosha is obviously one of the few disgraces. He did not refuse his benefactor's request to order him to cook, and he slowly lifted the blanket, in the When his skin came into contact with the air, he shivered exaggeratedly yet subtly. Richard just stood aside and looked at him hard-heartedly, without moving his eyelashes, so he continued to get off the bed slowly, not forgetting to use his hands He covered his mouth and coughed hard.

The lonely butterfly bone almost pierced through the clothes and protruded, and every time he coughed, it seemed to penetrate the flesh and blood. The golden brown hair hadn't been trimmed for a while, scattered around his neck, trembling slightly.

The hot water in the pot had been boiling for a while, and Petrosa instinctively put his hands by the fire for a while, his face was not sure whether it was reflected by the fire or because his body had warmed up, finally his pale face appeared A little light red.

The two and a half-year-old minors had no experience in cooking. Petrosa thought for a while with two large bars, and threw one of them directly into the hot water, using the iron spoon that Richard held in his hand just now. Stirring, the blond-haired child squatted silently opposite him, staring at the pot of boiling Da Liba in a daze.

"You saved me. I will try my best to take care of you until you find your brother."

Petrosha said in a gentle tone while stirring the strange thing.

But he cleverly used the word "as much as possible", almost blatantly saying, "Look at my poor health, if I can't fulfill my responsibilities, there is nothing I can do about it."

A smart and somewhat outrageous teenager.

After all, what he is facing is a child who is only 11 years old, and he has to speak well to a child. He digs a trap from time to time to set off his frail and sick persona. The shame of the fighting nation is not without reason.

But Richard is just an ordinary 11-year-old boy lost with his elder brother, kind and innocent, a little clever, so he can't understand the deep meaning of Petrosa's words.

The child who selectively missed "trying" once smiled sweetly, his dimples sunken deeply, and his cotton candy-like face was extremely soft: "That's really great, I hope to find my brother as soon as possible. Ah yes Now, I have one thing to tell you, there seems to be no firewood stored here, and the fire in the fireplace should not last long."

Green eyes stared straight at Petrosha who was sick and coughing non-stop, and said briskly: "Peja, you have a solution, right? No matter what difficulties you encounter, my brother can always find a way. My brother said that children should According to the adults, Peijia is older than my brother, and must be better than me."

He laughed happily because of his perfect logic, and Petrosa coughed harder, and physiological tears came out of his gray eyes: "cough cough cough... where did the wood... come from?" ?”

Richard replied briskly, "I split the stool, and here's a table you can split too, and the cupboard won't be needed...but it still doesn't look like enough."

He stretched out his hand and patted Petrosa's back with concern: "What's the matter with you? You have a terrible cough, but we don't have any medicine. Drink more hot water."

The pot of boiled Daliba had turned into a pot of suspicious paste. Richard went up to smell it, but there was no smell, so he gestured to Petrosa with his eyes, with a look of concern and trust.

Petrosha, who was looked at by a child like this, was silent for two seconds, scooped up a spoonful of the paste with a spoon, blew it twice, and put it into his mouth.

It doesn't have any taste, even the saltiness is extremely lacking, but for a person who hasn't eaten for a few days and has been frozen in the snow for a long time, the calories contained in it are enough to soothe his cold and curled up stomach.

Although his stomach was still clamoring that it was not enough, Petrosha seemed to be unconscious, he ate two spoonfuls casually, and handed the spoon to Richard who was looking at him eagerly.

The child clumsily held the spoon, scooped up a spoonful of paste in a posture similar to his, blew twice and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Well...it's so bad."

He muttered and complained under his breath.

It seems that his brother really took good care of him.

During this period of time, all the manors of the noble landlords in the areas occupied by the revolutionary army were confiscated. The former lords and ladies were driven into the shacks where the serfs lived like cattle and sheep, and the rich and comfortable manors were destroyed by the fastest uprising. Occupied by the army, these teams of vagrants, gangsters, and fugitives followed the revolutionary army to pick up the leftovers. After the organized revolutionary army withdrew, the manor became their paradise.

In order to obtain a little food and clothes that belonged to them from the manor, these nobles need to pay for their hidden jewels. A dry piece of bread is equal to a diamond or a piece of gold, and a piece of clothing is more expensive.

The guards were obsessed with admiring the pleadings of these high-ranking lords in the past, and when all the wealth and oil and water were searched, it was the turn of the female relatives to pay the price.

And they will be sent to Moscow to receive a reward of one hundred rubles. The scum of the rebel army is very clear about money.

Before this day, the Petrosa family had given all the jewels to the guard in exchange for food. If he hadn't been able to steal some bread back during the banquet, they would have run out of food long ago.

Although he didn't see it with his own eyes, he speculated that other families were in the same situation, and Richard could naturally complain that the paste was not tasty, which shows that his elder brother took good care of his younger brother.

But so what, his brother is away, and the chicks will soon die in the Siberian snowstorm without shelter.