Duan Zhishaohua

The word "Leave" uttered by others is so unreal after hearing it again.

Duan Shaohua was startled when he heard the words, and couldn't recover for a while.After thinking about it, he remembered the summer day a year ago, when he was still full of hope.He played for Xin Ruoyuan, and all he thought about was freedom in the future. On a whim, he confided his words of leaving.

Although he was still trapped in the mansion at that time, he was full of confidence.With hope in mind and looking forward to the future, the thorns leading to freedom have not yet grown so strong.In the same struggle, Duan Shaohua has come from the longing for abandonment.

It's just that today's situation is so unbearable, why should he bother others.

"Young Master Xin really has a good memory." Duan Shaohua raised his head to look at him, his eyes flickering, "In the spring of next year, I will still be a violinist, and I hope that Young Master Xin will join us again."

He talked vaguely for a while, and then went to join in the show. There are so many piano workshops in the capital, and Duan Shaohua also hoped that one of them would have his future.

Seeing the old friend again today, the surprise and joy disappeared very quickly.More only subconscious escape and embarrassment.What scares me even more is the rumors in Beijing that he offended Master Yu, whether it is true or not.Xin Ruoyuan knew it, he must have heard it too!

Countless panic seeped into this unbearable, Duan Shaohua had no choice but to run away.

The hurried footsteps just reflected the panic in his heart, thus ignoring the obvious rustling sound of stepping on fallen leaves.

The bright paper lanterns flickered in front of his eyes, Duan Shaohua was so startled that he stopped and stared blankly.

Xin Ruoyuan had put away the smile, and her bright face was imprinted by the candlelight.Ink shirt, peach blossom eyes, moonlight, like a fairy in the moon.

Duan Shaohua was stunned, he even forgot what to say at this moment.

The bright flame was faint, and the closer it got, Xin Ruoyuan groaned, and finally said: "Take care of yourself."

This simple sentence caused Duan Shaohua's whole heart to lift up, and he felt sore and numb for a while.Looking back on all the past, it was obvious that he wanted to bear it to death, but now he felt an unspeakable grievance.

There are so many rumors outside, he must know about it.There is also a precious, hard-won.

Duan Shaohua just nodded, "Thank you, Mr. Xin." Then he left in a hurry.

This warm idea is enough for him to relieve his worries.

For several days after that, the rich singing voice was still popular in the mansion.Tactful or sentimental, high or sad, lingering.

The three words Duan Shaohua are completely associated with falling out of favor, even though there are many rumors outside him, only his life in the courtyard is dead silent.Day after day, until everyone almost forgot that there was such a person.

In a blink of an eye, the number of cold days came, and the weather was surprisingly cold, even worse than last year.

The chill fell with heavy snow, freezing away all vitality.Even if the doors and windows are closed and stay at home, the body is still very cold.

It's just that Duan Shaohua is the only place that is cold.

Needless to say, the servants in the mansion are all acting according to the wind, and no one wants to bother about a male favorite who has been abandoned by the prince.Since Duan Shaohua fell out of favor, the treatment that was given to Mu Qingchen at the beginning will also fall on him.It is not uncommon for people to skip supplies and waste food.And in this cold winter, the servants also find it cold, and the harsh ones are even more excessive.

The three meals are almost all leftovers from cold meals, and the candles are so crude that even the servants don't use them.Some will be deducted today, and some will be deducted tomorrow. I wish everyone would come and step on it.

The heavy snow fell for several days, and the branches were covered with heavy weight.As soon as I went out, my hands and feet were cold, and there was almost no one in sight in the continuous snow.

There was no one in the lonely courtyard, it was frighteningly cold outside, and it was even colder inside the house.

At the beginning of winter, some black carbon was sent, but it disappeared slowly, and all the heating things were completely broken.There is no fire and no carbon, and the dampness in the room is not decent, and the skin of the cold people almost peels off.

Even if Duan Shaohua can endure hardships, he can't resist the cold winter and the twelfth lunar month.

Almost all the thick clothes that can be worn in winter are turned out, no matter how much you can wear and how thick you wrap, it is just cold from the inside out.And eating cold rice and cold soup for several days, without even a spark, even the strongest people will fall down.

Dong'er also followed him, often with red hands and feet from the cold.Duan Shaohua couldn't bear to watch it for several times, and persuaded her to leave this miserable situation as soon as possible, Dong'er had heard and read it, but she had no intention of leaving.

Until one night, the whole house seemed to be soaked in air-conditioning.Duan Shaohua was still Dong'er, his teeth chattered from the cold, and he couldn't even speak clearly.

There is no heating in Duan Shaohua's room, let alone Dong'er's servant's room.Although it is said that men and women are not clear about giving and receiving, but now they can't care about anything.Duan Shaohua shook Dong'er's cold and trembling hand, cruelly threw away all moral constraints, moved all the winter clothes and quilts in the house, and covered the two of them to keep warm.

A man and a woman hug each other tightly, covering their entire bodies tightly.Even though they are so intimate, they can't give birth to any evil thoughts.

Dong'er was still shaking, Duan Shaohua simply hugged her tighter, so that he could still feel some warmth after a long time.

In the silent night, the room was dark.I was a little drowsy just now, but my spirit was frozen by the cold again.

Dong'er couldn't bear it any longer, and was pinched tightly by his subordinates, and said angrily: "They are too much, it is still growing in this winter, but what should we do!"

Although he hated it, but Dong'er had already lost his strength from the cold, and he said it more like he was about to cry.

Duan Shaohua knew that she was angry, but he could only smile wryly: "I have no favors for a long time, and now I am not even as good as a servant, how can I count on the past."

Dong'er shook his hand with distress, and it swelled when he touched it, and he couldn't help being shocked, "Master!"

He hurriedly pulled Duan Shaohua's hand to look at it, although there was no candlelight, but with the snowy moonlight, the tragic condition of those hands could be seen.

It used to be a green straight hand with distinct joints and slender fingers, but now it is covered with chilblains of various sizes.They were swollen, congested to the point of purple, and some had burst out of the wound, and dark red blood clots accumulated.That layer of skin is like thin ice, unable to withstand any impact.

Dong'er can't help but think that Duan Shaohua has seen Duan Shaohua covering his hands these days. He thought he was just keeping warm, but he didn't think that his pair of feet had been cracked to such an extent.

She couldn't help crying, she just covered the cold pair in her hands, "I still have to go to Doctor Han tomorrow, otherwise this hand!"

"It's okay." Duan Shaohua barely bent his knuckles, "Forget it, why let Dr. Han come here to seek bad luck."

Dong'er insisted this time, "I have to think of a way. It's good to find some black charcoal. Even if I can't find charcoal, I have to bring some firewood. The winter is still growing. Do I want to watch the young master freeze to death?" At this!"

The words were a bit extreme, Dong'er felt something was wrong after he finished speaking, and hurriedly looked at Duan Shaohua's expression.

The moonlight was low, and he was bowing his head.Duan Shaohua remained calm on the surface, and it took a long time before he let out a low voice, "That's right, even if there is some firewood."

Dong'er didn't seem to hear clearly, "What did the young master say?"

"It's nothing." Duan Shaohua turned his head away, "Light the candle for me."

Dong'er was a little sad, "My lord is still thinking about what to do with those waxes. The smell is strong and choking, so it can't be used at all."

Duan Shaohua was stubborn, "Come on, I have my own way."

Dong'er was really puzzled, so he got out of bed and took a flint and lit a piece of thick wax on the table by touching the moonlight.

There was a "crack" sound from the candle wick, and a small puff of black smoke shot straight up. Dong'er immediately turned her head, crying from the choking.

The bean-sized fire illuminated the desolate room, and Duan Shaohua walked slowly towards a corner of the room.The mahogany shelf without a trace of dust is bright and eye-catching, contrasting with the piano on the shelf is extremely mesmerizing.

Duan Shaohua felt a little unbearable, but after a while, he became relieved.

He quickly took off the violin, and threw it hard on the ground, only to hear the sound of the strings breaking, which was extremely harsh.

Dong'er was startled by the sound of the zither and screamed, all his confusion disappeared, and he hurriedly rushed over, "Young master, what are you doing!"

From Dong'er's point of view, Duan Shaohua cherishes this piano very much, not to mention that when he leaves the palace in the future, it will be his livelihood.Who would have thought that he fell so easily today.

Duan Shaohua seemed to be ignorant, and just pulled out the brazier that had been completely cold in the corner, "I still have some piano scores, and I'm tired of reading them on weekdays, so let's use them as kindling paper."

Dong'er can't listen anymore, and he can't let go, "Young master, are you trying to make things difficult for yourself, just make it through the night, and tomorrow I will find a way to get charcoal fire."

Duan Shaohua had a half-smile, sharpened his flint and said: "Silly Donger, do you still think of ways? Don't say tomorrow, we will freeze to death here tonight, how many people do you think will know?"

A little spark fell on the paper, Duan Shaohua tore off a page and threw it into the brazier, "Fortunately, there are still some ready-made ones, so we won't make you and me suffer anymore."

Dong'er still refused to move, holding the piano in his arms and weeping, "Isn't the young master going to continue to be a piano teacher after he leaves the mansion? He burned his only livelihood, so how can he live on it!"

Duan Shaohua just shook his head, "It would be great if I could make a living by it, but the download is nothing more than a dead thing in the mansion. It can be used as firewood, and it can be used to its full potential. When I leave the palace in the future , I will definitely buy better ones."

Having said that, the hand holding the piano score is tightly gripped.A blood burst out, flowing deeply and slowly.

The fire in the basin was already big, and the red fire shone on Duan Shaohua's face, as if the subcutaneous blood vessels could be clearly seen.

He stretched out his hand to Dong'er, "Come here quickly, the fire is warm."

The hands covered with frostbite were even more visible under the firelight, and Dong'er held back tears desperately.The two purple lips opened and closed, hesitant to speak.

She finally pulled Duan Shaohua's sleeve, "Young master, don't be discouraged, just pass tonight. If it's really not possible." She bit her lips and said: "Young master, you might as well go and see the prince again, after all, the prince liked it so much before. son."

Knowing that he wouldn't, Dong'er still said it.Or maybe even she was desperate.

Looking at Duan Shaohua's face, she seemed to reveal the deepest pain for a moment.

"If I go to ask him, I will only be a male prostitute for the rest of my life. It's not as good as it is now. If I really freeze to death, it will be after falling out of favor."

Dong'er couldn't speak any more, raised his sleeves to wipe away his tears, simply closed his eyes, smashed the dead thing into pieces, felt the pieces of wood and put them into the brazier.

The flames began to rage, and they swallowed the broken wood without any scruples, releasing the heat.

Just hope that today is the coldest night, and it will be fine.