Un cœur pur dans un pot de jade

Chapitre 11

"Let go..."

"I won't let go!"

"Sun Qingshan!!"

"Sun Hongshan won't be released either!!!"

The savage was getting anxious, but I suddenly realized something else—just now, the savage seemed to have made a sound when he said "Sun Qingshan." Although it was hoarse and weak, it wasn't "ah ah." Could it be that I was hallucinating? But I really heard a strange and unfamiliar voice calling out with all its might—Sun Qingshan!

"Savage, did you just call me?"

The savage shook his head vigorously, trying to say something, but it was too fast for me to understand. However, I knew he wanted me to let go, but I couldn't be bothered to pay attention to him.

"I'll definitely get you up here!!" No matter how much he resisted, she was determined to carry him up this time!

But when they truly reached a dead end, the two faced the steep cliff face, struggling and communicating to no avail, and neither dared to make a move.

Until—"Oh my god! What are these two doing?!" came a shout from behind. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a figure in red rushing toward the edge of the cliff. To me, that person seemed like a celestial being descended to earth, radiating unparalleled brilliance.

However, without warning, a small face, no bigger than a palm, suddenly came into close eye contact with me.

I was horrified.

There were wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, with powder mixed in, which kept falling off. On his chin, there were stubbles of unkempt hair sticking out.

"Ah—!" I screamed, almost dropping the savage's head.

"What are you doing, young lady?" The person in front of him raised an eyebrow and gave a fake smile. His voice was deep and his tone was full of Wu dialect.

Uh… I frowned. First I encountered savages, then transmigrated, and I’ve traveled through time twice. My experiences are quite rich.

It is said that the transvestite's rouge was applied very well, slanting from her cheeks to her hair, which could definitely be called a classic and set a trend for a time.

Even with layers of makeup covering him, I could still tell he was no young man, at least forty, if not thirty. Therefore, he was not only a transvestite, but also an older man.

Unfortunately, the middle-aged man completely imitated a woman's voice and mannerisms.

Seeing that half of my upper body was exposed and I was carrying a large person in my hand, he remained calm and unhurried, raising his beautiful eyes as if nothing had happened, and began to flirt with me.

"Help me save people...!" I was too weak to shout, but I had to. I was also glad that he was half a man, otherwise, with a little woman by my side, it would have been useless.

"Saving people?" The uncle leaned forward, gazing at the bottom of the precipice beside me. He then pulled back, sighing softly and patting his chest.

This reaction was even stronger than mine, as a grown woman.

"Are you done being nervous?" I was about to collapse. "Did you want to see us... really die here...? Are you... relieved now...?"

The uncle nodded hurriedly, then immediately shook his head again, "Save him, save him..." As he spoke, he reached out and leaned closer to pull the wild man's head with me. The wild man's face turned bright red as he was pulled by the neck, and he coughed twice, but he couldn't push away the uncle's hand.

However… I had indeed overestimated this ladyboy uncle. His strength was pitiful; folding a handkerchief or chasing a butterfly was no challenge for him. But when it came to saving someone… he turned red-faced like a wild man. I saw it clearly: when the wild man was finally freed, the sickly uncle collapsed to the ground, not far from dying from overwork.

"Are you alright?" I couldn't even check on the wild man right away. Instead, I had to comfort the stranger who was half-paralyzed on the ground, panting and fanning himself vigorously... After all, he was my savior.

The clear blue sky, calm and rainless, was bathed in the bright sunlight, illuminating the uncle's pale, pinkish-white face... well...

I squatted down next to the uncle and fanned him. At this moment, the uncle caught his breath, looked up at me with his narrow eyes, full of energy, and even made me pause for a moment for no reason.

Although she lay sprawled on the ground like a frail, skeletal woman, the light in her eyes was surprisingly bright when she looked at me.

He looked me up and down, then said, "Young lady, please don't do this again next time, it was truly..." He swallowed hard, "...it scared me to death..."

Helpless, I turned to look at the savage, who had already stood up and was walking towards me.

"You..." I raised my head, about to say something to the savage, but he glanced at the uncle and ignored me!

The savage bent down and reached out to take the uncle's pulse, but the uncle hurriedly withdrew his hand, "Oh dear, oh dear, this is not allowed, this is not allowed—you mustn't touch me like this!"

"Cough..." I choked on my saliva, which finally earned me a savage's slight concern, and he looked at me coldly.

Seeing him like this, I knew he was furious that he would never let go of me, even if it meant death. But how could he blame me? If it were him, would he let go?

The savage glared at me before looking away and then gestured to inquire about the uncle's situation.

"Him...?" The uncle frowned as he looked at me, pointing at the savage and asking.

“That’s right,” I nodded, “He’s mute, but you can’t discriminate against disabled people.”

The man blinked repeatedly, and a large amount of his makeup fell off again.

"I'm fine!" Suddenly, the transgender man stretched out his leg and jumped up from the ground. "If the young man is alright, how could I be alright!"

I frowned. Otherwise, why would he be called a young man? But he proudly showed off his skills to me and the savage, then went to clean his own sleeves, carefully and meticulously, like a real woman dealing with real dirt.

However, the bright red color of his clothes was particularly eye-catching under the blazing sun.

In addition, his waist was so slender that it wasn't noticeable when he was sitting. I didn't have time to look at it when we were at the edge of the cliff, but now that I've stepped back half a step to observe it, I feel a wave of dizziness... There was a wild man who showed me what it meant to be so thin that he had no flesh on his body when he took off his clothes, and now there's this middle-aged man who has finally made me realize, with a sense of unease, which kind of thin and flimsy waist can be called a "water snake waist"!

The middle-aged man shifted his body slightly, causing the wide, bright red sleeves of his shirt to sway loosely. Aside from his pale, heavily powdered face, his physique was undeniably tall and incredibly thin—a soft, supple frame with a graceful, petite figure…

I rolled my eyes, and the uncle happened to look over.

"Young lady?"

She glanced at the man's delicate collarbone beneath the thin veil with a chill, swallowed hard, and clasped her hands in thanks. "Thank you, Uncle... for your righteous rescue. I am deeply grateful to you. I will never forget your kindness, even if it means serving you like a slave..." "Whatever you say next," he replied.

It might sound like I'm exaggerating, but I was just saying it casually. It sounds like the way people talk in ancient times, but I know that the story of "tying grass and carrying a ring" is definitely a lie. Normal people aren't stupid; they'll just take it as me saying thank you. And normal people would never misunderstand—I really am saying thank you.

However, the savage was not a normal person. He was standing next to me when he suddenly heard me say that. He abruptly reached out and pushed me behind him. When he turned around and looked at the uncle, the two of them were face to face. The savage seemed to be mouthing something to the uncle, but I was blocked behind him, so it is no surprise that I could not see it.

The uncle, however, seemed unfazed. He waved his hand dismissively and said to us, "It was nothing at all. Young lady, you've misunderstood me. If I were to make things difficult for you as a maid, your husband would probably..." The uncle's long, narrow phoenix eyes flickered, his eyebrows now raised as he looked at the savage. "This cliff edge isn't fun. If you two want to play again, remember to choose a better place next time..."

After saying that, he turned around and, without even letting me rush forward to argue with him, the uncle abandoned me and the wild man, and swayed away first.

I stared blankly as the blood-red figure disappeared into the lush green forest. I watched for a long time, but I didn't expect that the savage beside me was also watching, and watching for even longer than I was.

"Turn your face away!" I grabbed the wild man. "What did you just say to that transvestite?!"

The savage looked back at me coldly, stared for a while, then turned back to the edge of the cliff to pick up my son. He turned back again, passed by me, and walked past without saying a word.

At the beginning of leaving the valley

This entanglement with the savages has really gotten out of hand.

He and I went down the mountain together, and then went up the mountain again. We passed half an inn and half a teahouse. Of course, we had no money and couldn't do anything shameless. It was a pity that the savage ignored me completely and didn't bother to say a word to me, even though he couldn't speak.

Fortunately, it was springtime, so on the first night, I, who was already used to sleeping outdoors, silently slept in my mosquito net in the wild, while the wild man slept outside the net.

The next day, as darkness fell, we passed through a small village. I sacrificed a can of original flavor potato chips in exchange for a thatched hut, a simple meal, and two sets of proper, seasonal men's clothing. I was dark-skinned, and he was fair-skinned—a perfect couple.

On the third day, as darkness fell, I got up to go to the river to fetch water, but the savage grabbed me.

I chuckled to myself, but pretended to be indifferent. I felt a slight itch in my palm as the savage gripped my hand, but I was also touched.

The savage wrote on my hand: Do you know you've made a mistake?

I looked at him. Under the moonlight, the wild man's features were somewhat blurred, but his eyes were bright, which was more pleasant to look at than the clear breeze and bright moon.

I lowered my head, pretending to admit my mistake.

The savage wrote again: Where did I go wrong?

"No, I shouldn't have held on..." I thought to myself—I should have watched you fall to your death, I would have been happy to see you smashed to pieces!

The savage didn't move for a long time before reaching out and lifting my chin with his fingertips. He didn't use much force, but he lifted my entire face up.

I saw him smiling, a smile of utter helplessness and desolation under the moonlight. He shook his head with a smile and wrote on my hand: If you let go, I could have climbed the cliff long ago. If you don't let go, I dare not make a move.

What?!

This time I was astonished. After all this time, it turns out—you savage, you savage, how could you play me like this? Do you know how much effort I put in back then?!

I looked away, feeling a tightness in my chest, and stopped talking.

The savage then wrote: What's wrong?

"What do you mean, 'What'?!" I glared at him. "I was genuinely afraid you wouldn't be able to hold on, genuinely afraid you'd fall and die, genuinely terrified! What did I do?!"

The savage frowned slightly, still looking at me, and grabbed my hand to write: Do you think I want this?

"Then you should at least let me know, I have no choice but to..."

He still frowned: How should I notify you?

“You…” I pulled my hand back, sulking with resentment.

The savage sighed, reached for the empty mineral water bottle next to me, and got up to fetch water from the river.

When he came back, I was still angry. He acted as if nothing had happened, quickly set up the mosquito net for me, sprayed insecticide, opened the tent flap, and nudged my hand to let me go inside to sleep. I was so angry that I trembled.

"You savage!" I shook off his hand. "It's all your fault! I was just trying to save you, and you won't even explain yourself! What did I do to offend you? What did I do wrong that made you ignore me for three days and two nights? You heartless bastard, you wretched, mountain savage!! You—anyway, you'd better explain yourself today! Whose fault is it? Tell me! Is it my fault? Tell me!!!"

The savage was half-squatting on the ground. He was initially pushed away, but then I grabbed him by the collar and shook him. After shaking him, I pushed him down to the ground with force. Helpless, he could only get up from the ground. I was sitting on the ground, but suddenly stood up. He was still helpless, so he could only stand up as well.

"Are you going to tell me or not!" I reached out and grabbed the front of his shirt.

"Ah..." He opened his mouth slightly, uttering a single, incoherent sound. His face appeared stiff and pale. The moonlight above his head slowly disappeared into the clouds, and his face, like his simply made cloth shirt, was a dark, indistinct white.

"Tell me, aren't you going too far?!"

He nodded.

"Is this going too far?!"

He nodded again.

Can I really let go?

He didn't move.

Do you think I could be so heartless as to let go?!

After a pause, the savage finally raised his hand and grabbed my hand that was tugging at his clothes.

“Sun, Qing, Shan…” He used his other hand to turn my head and spoke, each word barely audible, through his breath: “You, must, believe, me, no, anything, will, protect, you!”

I frowned and pursed my lips, but inside I was... a surge of excitement, "Who would believe you!"

He was speechless, then grabbed my hand and started writing again: You want to know what I'm angry about... I'm angry at you for never thinking of relying on me and for being so self-righteous!

“Even so!” I retorted, “You can’t risk your life like that. It was a matter of life and death. Even if I trust you completely, I can’t just watch you fall… um…”

He leaned in, glared at me, and then—smack!—kissed me.

I stared wide-eyed, unable to believe that he would take advantage of me during an argument—his lips, warm as a clear spring, curved like mountain mist, covered my lips, gently biting my tongue. The slow and delicate kisses were a mixture of gentleness and sweeping, rationality and wildness.

I felt a tightness in my chest, but my mouth felt like I had swallowed honey—no, saccharin—it was so sweet it made me dizzy.

While kissing me, the savage didn't forget to get his hands on me and do his proper business. His fingers wrote on my back, on my vest: "What you fear, I fear too… So wherever I am, you must not be harmed… Only if you are well, will I be better off…"