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In the sound of the pipa, Chang Sihao lay flat on the bed with his eyes closed, as quiet as a corpse

Zeng Shiquan was in a hurry before and didn't feed him on time** At night, the medicinal properties had disappeared Zhang Sanniang shot out on the trestle The stretcher was shaken He had already regained some consciousness in a daze When he was carried into the ship's room, he was close to waking up But he slept for many days The fog in his brain was chaotic and he couldn't figure out the situation at all So when he felt that someone was coming to cut the pulse, he closed his eyes and didn't move

On the couch, he held his breath and listened quietly to how Guo Shuronghua appeased Huoli Guwen, took Sonam Gyatso, and Huairou coerced the concubines to make the covenant between the three religions His thoughts gradually became clear, and then he listened to how he sorted out Zeng Shiquan, teased Cheng Lian'an, and tried Fang Zhennuo It was like a child waking up in the middle of the night to hear the conversation of his parents There was a kind of nervous pleasure But all the way I listened to it, the more I listened to it, the more chaotic it became, and the more I thought about it

Although Qi Jiguang gave him a wedge, he never thought deeply about the same iron, the same water, and the same furnace, why people are so exquisite, so sharp, and the smelting technology of the Chinese people is not as good as the generation, and even if you want to find a better famous sword, you have to go back to the Tang and Song dynasties, and even the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period

Those Hongyi people who they have never seen before come to the Ming Dynasty with artillery like visitors from outside the world But where did they come from Their hometown may not even have been there when Zheng He was there Then their navigation skills are only stronger than the ability to make firearms How big will the world be What else is there on the other side of the sea They may bring trade and technology They may bring war and disasters As Guo Shu Ronghua said, the Chinese people are unaware of this, and they still boast of the Celestial Empire and indulge in self-made dreams

Maybe it's really "not in his position, not in his own politics," but I can't imagine that such a person would have such a strong sense of crisis for the country...... Is this called foresight, and he's already preparing for the storm when others are happy to see the clouds?

Chang Sihao's mind was dizzy again

The clear sound flowing in his ears had a texture similar to that of a woman's skin, which made his mind pull out, and suddenly there was a nostalgia for the grinding of his ears and temples

Warm pavilion, brocade tent, lower abdomen plump groan......

At that time, the movements of the two people were like a silent piano song, and now, this qin song has a real feeling, ringing in the ears, like a mountain stream turning into the wind after the rain, soft, pure, and clean, better than before

Hearing Shen Chi Although he knew that it was not Qin Ziyin's piano sound, he still couldn't help but confirm it

The bed was half-open, pulled up to the tip of his elbow, and there was such a barrier that no one on either side could see each other's faces

From Chang Sihao's point of view, as far as the eye can see, is Guo Shu Ronghua's half of the silver coat, the long-sleeved, shoulder-wrapping peony, the strings of the pipa are like hairpins on the bun, nestled on his shoulders, with the attitude of a bird

A long, white hand slid on the neck of the lute and gently rubbed it like an itch and a playful one

The strings flutter like the pulse of a human being

At this moment, Chang Sihao felt that his eyes were a little dazzled, as if he really saw a woman under his fingertips, being teased like a cat, bewitching and ashamed

Is there really a pipa spirit in the world, is there a life for musical instruments, and it can be revived under the hands of people

And at that moment, like a string of bubbles under the water, a series of gurgling sounds tumbled up from the bottom of the quilt

The music faded and the curtain opened, Guo Shu Ronghua's smile met his gaze: "Hou Ye is awake"

Chang Sihao didn't respond, just stared at the pipa in his arms

Guo Shu Ronghua put the pipa and slapped his hands lightly, and an officer stepped up and put a tray down a few cases, he tried to smell the aroma, showed a satisfied smile, turned his face and said: "Master Hou, let Ronghua serve you to drink a little porridge."

Looking down from the sky, this piece of military tent bonfire on the river beach is black and red, and it is like a chess piece in a confrontation

Two people were pacing slowly among the chess pieces

They were about ten feet apart, and their feet were parallel to each other, and the one in front walked leisurely, as if he was distracting, and the one behind him was shorter than him, sometimes falling far away, sometimes following closely, walking and stopping, observing the former

As they moved, the two faces were lit up and dimmed by the firelight

Observing people's movements behind their backs is a habit Cheng Lianan developed after entering the East Factory

Dongchang detective interrogation is indispensable In the process of exercising his powers, there are occasionally difficult prisoners who can't deal with them, and the people below will come to ask Zeng Shiquan Cheng Lian'an was under him at that time, and followed him to the dim sum room a few times, and found that this third-grade head said that he was born in charge of punishment It turns out that the means are nothing more than this His method of extorting confessions is nothing more than playing some tricks on torture methods, such as opening the eyelids of prisoners, sprinkling some crushed asbestos, etc., which is always inseparable from the fracture of **, and these are meaningless for people who are really hard-mouthed

Cheng Lianan has a personal experience of pain

It was an afternoon that he would never forget, and he sat on his little bed with a knife in hand, looking at the closed doors, the bright window paper, and the breakfast that had been cold on the table for a long time, and finally made up his mind

The knife was very fast, and it was cut with all his might, and then there was a coolness that was close to pleasure, like the slippery bath that my mother used to take in a large wooden basin on a summer night when I was a child, and after washing, I put on my belly pocket and stood under the moonlight, and the breeze swept briskly between my legs, as if I had become a sister, and then the dream of the summer night suddenly broke, and a thunderbolt came up from between my legs, as if I was going to split every inch of bone, and tear every inch of skin apart, and he bent down his stiff neck with all his might, and watched his blood and urine trickle down between his two thorny calves like a bladder of thorns A hideous pride and irretrievable despair rose at the same time in my heart

What you can't do, what you don't dare to do, I did

It's painful at the end of the day, that's it, what's the big deal, life is a slow castration, and it's more violent, but it's a different kind of stimulus

He knew that the prisoners in torture must have had a similar mentality

The pain comes on and on, and then it goes on and on, and the torture goes on and on, and it creates this kind of ups and downs, and it contrasts comfort and pain, and it pushes people to make choices, but if the torture is strong-willed, and the torture lasts for a long time, not only does it not work, but it increases the ability to tolerate it, and it even makes people fall in love with it

Human beings are such beings that when they are powerless to change the status quo, they will unconsciously deceive themselves, and they will have a kind of resigned mentality, and then they will enjoy it

If you can't pursue pleasure and happiness, then pursue pain, at least it's easy to get, it's everywhere, and it's better than being numb to no pursuit

When confrontation turns into pandering, torture becomes meaningless

After the injury was healed, Cheng Lianan felt extremely irritable for a long time, and later found out that it was because the pain disappeared

The pain in my heart is still there, but the pain in my body is gone, and it feels like a betrayal, like I have lost myself

Shameful body, how can you just endure the crying of your soul

So, he prepared a small needle, and when no one was around, he sewed it back and forth on his forearm, and every stitch he pulled had the excitement of a stitch: I am alive, I am still alive, and every time it hurts, there is a surprise: It's you, you're still here, it's really you

Pain became his way of affirming his existence, and the inference came that the prisoner was also using pain to affirm himself, not only in terms of life, but also in dreams, in persistence, in the expectation that he would be justified in the afterlife, in some kind of recognition

He began to like to observe the prisoners, and to separate the pain points in their eyes, in their movements, to spy on their scheming over time

"You're wrong, your ideas don't make sense" "Don't be stupid, what you insisted on was insisted on by others, but now you have long since given up" "History is just words written on paper, someone can write it, someone can erase it, unfortunately the power to finalize it is in our hands" "Think about it, the evaluation of you by future generations will neither be good nor bad, because apart from the pain you face at the moment, you do not exist, why do you bear it, and why are you persevering" "Don't you think that what is in your heart is very false, especially in the face of pain, think about it, think about it again What exactly is a real ......"

And so on, he always has a way to find the point of frustration of the other party, so that his resolve collapses, he loses his will, and he gives up his persistence

No matter how cruel a person is, he will get tired of listening to too many screams If he can drink tea and smile and say a few words, he will ask for a confession Then why bother with knives and sticks So it didn't take long for there to be a difficult person in the dim sum room When I came over, I no longer asked: "Is the third master here?" but changed to: "What about Xiao Anzi"

The efficiency of the dim sum room was improved, and it quickly attracted the attention of Guo Shuronghua When he transferred Cheng Lian'an to his side, the people under him had already changed the title of "Xiao Anzi" to An Zuzong

Cheng Lianan is very proud of this: gold always has to shine Not to mention that he is gold with roots and veins

Now, another piece of "gold" fell into the East Factory, without a vein, with a sour smell, and in the eyes of the Governor, it can still win two points of appreciation

This piece of gold, now separated from me by five or seven tents and two or three bonfires, is moving forward at a steady pace

Looking at this back, Cheng Lian'an had a feeling that the silence was just an illusion, and there was a different kind of struggle in it

Pain is like invisible water As long as it exists, it will overflow in body and mind He trusts his own judgment Dealing with pain Everyone has their own way Boss Cao's ruthlessness is a kind of venting Lu Liang's yin is a kind of burial Zeng Shiquan's cynicism is an escape Kang Huai's calm is a kind of shelving In this dignified East Factory, except for the Dugong, no one's pain can escape his eyes

If Fang Zhennuo was sincere in his vote, then he was courteous to the Governor and his expectations were met There should not have been such a struggle

When he thought like this, Fang Zhunuo had already walked to the edge of the camp This camp is temporary, there is no fence, only patrolling sentinels pass by from time to time, and the boundary is drawn with his footsteps, and his footsteps do not stop, slowly and leisurely, still walking forward, the borderless camp and the Dongchang waist sign on the clothing belt, so that his movement is not hindered

Cheng Lian'an stopped, because if he followed again, he would walk into the middle of the open field without tents, which would be too obvious

A gust of wind blew over and slapped a smell of rot into his nostrils as if it were stuffing meat for a picky eater Cheng Lian'an's face was bitter and turned up again with a burst of nausea, but he suddenly realized that the woods behind the open field were very familiar

"Is this poor sour going to see the dead?" his eyebrows sank slightly, flattening his eyes a little, overflowing with a ghostly aura