The dim light shone on the black-haired young man's face. After hearing this sentence, his ink-like straight eyebrows suddenly trembled, but he didn't say anything.
When Aunt Susan saw his reaction, she thought that her words had touched his sad soul. She couldn't help but feel a little regretful and hesitantly shut her mouth. She casually made some small talk and walked downstairs, patting the back of her head regretfully.
Ten days ago, Aunt Susan, who had gotten up early in the morning to prepare for a day's work, was shocked to find a black-haired young man covered in blood lying on the dusty floor of her house in a deep coma. He looked abnormally terrifying.
Aunt Susan was very bold. After confirming that he was unconscious, she dragged him to the straw mat and carefully sized him up. From this person's military uniform and boots that didn't fit his feet, she made her own judgment of this person's identity.
During those days, the capital of Tianjing was filled with gloomy military police and plainclothes from the Royal Intelligence Agency. The royal family was wantonly searching for remnants of the aristocratic rebellion. Aunt Susan thought that the black-haired young man covered in blood on the straw mat was definitely a noble being hunted down.
In the end, what confirmed her judgment was a corner of the black-haired young man's underwear exposed at his waist. As a young lady of the aristocratic family, she was very clear about the material of that underwear. Only the truly wealthy upper class aristocrats were qualified to use it.
Aunt Susan now seemed to have forgotten the tragedy of her family's destruction. She didn't have much hatred for His Majesty and the royal family, nor did she have the courage to involve herself in the aristocratic rebellion and capture a fugitive. At that time, her first reaction was to call the police. However, at that moment, the unconscious black-haired young man woke up for a brief moment.
It was in that moment that his small eyes revealed a weakness that aroused endless pity, amiable sincerity, and sincere pleading.
He didn't know what kind of struggle Aunt Susan had experienced at that time. He didn't know if she saw the shadow of her parents in this poor fugitive nobleman, or if she remembered that her brother who loved her the most also had such a pair of clear eyes.
She didn't call the police. She hid him in the attic of the small courtyard, hiding him in the dust. She fed him plain porridge and water, helped him clean his miserable body that was full of wounds, crushed the pills and stuffed them into his mouth until he woke up.
The black-haired young man's first words of thanks after waking up made Aunt Susan confirm her guess again. How many years had it been since she heard that standard Tianjing aristocratic, no, to be more precise, royal accent?
"This little guy's parents must be important figures."
Aunt Susan was busy in the kitchen downstairs. The kitchen knife made chopping sounds on the plastic chopping board, and muttered with a trace of annoyance. "But what's the use of aristocrats? You can't eat it. You only know how to speak elegantly, but you don't even know how to turn a screw. "
The cheap vegetables bought in the market during the day were chopped into pieces by the old kitchen knife and thrown into the pot of porridge. Together with a few slices of meat and a spoonful of yellowish-brown spices, the pot of steaming, appetizing chowder was ready.
Aunt Susan clapped her hands proudly. When she was about to put the food in the pot on the plate, she suddenly thought of the poor noble's pale face in the attic. After a long silence, she couldn't help but sigh deeply. She took out the black feather chicken and red oranges that she had prepared for her son on the weekend from the refrigerator and threw them into the pot.
"In the future, I can't be such a good person anymore. There's no benefit, and I have to live in fear every day."
As she stirred the food, she wiped the sweat on her forehead and blamed herself.
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"Black Feather Chicken and Red Oranges are good for replenishing blood. You picked them out and ate them!"
Aunt Susan angrily threw the small bowl in front of the black-haired young man and said, "Quickly take care of your body, woman, and then get the hell out of here."
The black-haired young man held the bowl that was slightly hot. After a long silence, he slowly picked up the chopsticks and began to eat.
After finishing the food in the bowl, he raised his head and looked at Aunt Susan who had been leaning against the pillar. He seemed to want to say something, but in the end, he didn't say anything. Perhaps it was because the food was too hot, that pair of small eyes that still had some traces of swelling were sparkling.
"Don't look at me like a puppy. The remaining half of the chicken is for Paul. Don't expect me to cook it for you!"
Aunt Susan grumpily snatched the bowl away.
The black-haired young man looked at her and chuckled.
"But don't be in a hurry to leave."
Aunt Susan couldn't stand the poor aristocrat's clean and harmless smile. She waved the rag in her right hand as if she wanted to wave the smile away. She said in a serious tone, "I heard that recently there were fugitives from the Federation who ran out. Of course, the Joint Defense Office didn't say anything. It's gossip from the underworld. The military and police are looking for people everywhere. You have to be careful."
"I'm not from the Federation. I'm not afraid," the black-haired young man replied.
"Not afraid? If the military catches you, a fugitive aristocrat, I'm afraid your end will be much worse than that of the Federation's. " Aunt Susan said in a rough voice, "Forget it. You can stay here for a while. The household registration check here has never been strict. Who knows how many fugitives are hidden in the four major markets. They won't be able to find you in a short time."
"You can say that you're a distant relative of my family, but …" Aunt Susan frowned and looked at him. "You have to change your accent. This is an authentic royal accent. Sigh."
She sighed and took the utensils to wash. Before she went downstairs, her rough voice sounded again. "You have to be more familiar with the way of life. I don't expect you to make money for me, but you can't live off your parents in the future. You have to learn some skills to make a living, right?"
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Seeing Aunt Susan turn out of the attic like a moving and rotating bucket, hearing the heavy footsteps below, and then hearing the familiar and kind cursing in the kitchen, Xu Le rubbed his black hair. His heart was filled with endless warmth and gratitude.
He had a lot of dreams and nightmares when he was in a coma. The most frightening dream was when he woke up and saw the cold muzzles of countless Empire soldiers pointing at him. The heavy Wolf Fang Mech was guarding the periphery, and Huai Caoshi was slowly walking toward him with a cold face.
He didn't expect that when he woke up, he would be greeted by a bowl of warm porridge and a very kind and gentle aunt who looked fierce on the outside.
This was really the luckiest thing in life.
He was very grateful to this Empire woman named Susan, but on some issues, he had to lie to her and acquiesce to her guess. He pretended to be a poor young noble wanted by the Empire regime.
The kind Aunt Susan could take the risk to take in a noble because of her past and her sympathy, but she was certainly unwilling to take in a person from the Federation.
After waking up, he found that he was mistaken for a noble of the Empire, and this misunderstanding was very firm in his aunt's heart. Xu Le also felt a little strange. It was not until now that he remembered that his Empire language was basically learned from Huai Caoshi. With the standard royal language and pronunciation of the princess, it was difficult not to be misunderstood.
Aunt Susan's son, Paul, was studying at the Second University. Her daily life was very lonely, so she seemed to be a little naggy. And Xu Le deduced a lot of things from her nagging, some of which he had learned from Huai Caoshi but didn't pay attention to.
In the past, the Empire's social class division was very strict. The royal family, the nobles, the civilians, the lowly, and the slaves formed the layer structure of this abnormal society. And to distinguish whether a person was a noble or not, there was a not very reliable but widely spread method among the people: that was to look at the color of the person's hair and eyes. The closer the color of the hair and eyes were to black, the more noble the identity of the person was.
Xu Le thought of Huai Caoshi's dark eyes that were always squinting and couldn't help but frown.
That year in the Qingcheng Prison of the Federation, it seemed that the great old man said something vaguely related, but it was too long ago to remember clearly. It seemed that the old man said … if you can remove the chip, you can go to the Empire and pretend to be a member of the royal family?
Why? Could it be that the old man had already guessed that he could remove the chip from the back of his neck because of his black hair and shiny black eyes?
Xu Le's frowning brows gradually relaxed, but his eyes narrowed. He slowly moved his body and leaned on the windowsill, looking at the moon outside the attic that should be strange but was similar to the Federation's moon. His mind drifted away.
The sound of testing came from the dilapidated small courtyard below the attic. The aunt seemed to be playing a war movie. The metal box hanging at the entrance of the small courtyard should be the chip monitoring device that the Empire distributed to all families for free.
That box never rang.
Xu Le subconsciously reached out and touched the back of his neck. The tiny wound had already healed. He understood that it was because the box never rang that Aunt Susan and Paul never suspected that he was a member of the Federation.
But I am a member of the Federation. I have to leave the land of the Empire. What should I do? Xu Le narrowed his eyes at the moon in a foreign land and fell into contemplation again. I don't know how the Empire's search is going. They haven't found me for so long. Will they think that I am dead? No, according to the temperament of the princess, she will not give up until the body is found.
This shabby little courtyard could be considered a decent building in this slum area, but because it was too close to the crematorium, not many people were willing to choose to live here. The surrounding buildings were all dark, and the silence was just like his mood at the moment.
Xu Le withdrew his gaze, shook his head, and sat back on the straw mat. He dragged out a big box from the corner, picked up the rough tools, and began to seriously assemble the inferior and cheap pirated video player.
The big problem of escaping from the Empire and returning to the Federation couldn't be solved in a short time, but he had to solve the most troublesome problem in front of him first.
"But this snapper is really the wrong model, aunt."
He looked at the screws with a bitter face and found that this problem was more troublesome than escaping.
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