And when he got here, the other party still didn't notice him. It was obvious that he was just an ordinary person who didn't understand martial arts.
But being locked up in this secret room, how can he be a truly ordinary person?
Wu Chao couldn't guess the identity of the other party for a moment, so he walked towards the screen.
You can tell who he is at a glance.
Just when he walked around the screen and came to the bed, the person lying facing inside finally noticed it, because Wu Chao no longer concealed the sound of footsteps.
That was a very young man.
When the man heard the noise, he suddenly opened his eyes and turned over to look. He was shocked when he saw a man in black robes standing in front of him.
"You...who are you!"
The man sat up very quickly, huddled up and hid in the inner corner of the bed, hugging the quilt in front of him tightly, his handsome face full of fear and defensiveness.
"..." Wu Chao found this scene strange inexplicably.
Doesn't he look like the kind of guy who would be frivolous about men?
He has no interest in men, let alone that he has a sweetheart now.
Seeing that the other party did not answer, the man trembled: "...What do you want to do to me? If you come closer again, I will call someone!"
In all these years, he has never seen a stranger come here.
The appearance of this young man made him instinctively aware of danger.
Wu Chao frowned slightly.
The words became more and more strange.
Call someone?
"According to my verification, there is no one else here." He looked at the man and said, "Don't worry, I won't kill you."
The other party looked weak and weak, posing no threat to him at all.
As for silence, there is no need.
"Then...who are you?" The tremor in the man's voice has not disappeared.
The screen blocked out the light of the candle, so neither party could see clearly the other's description.
Wu Chao glanced at the figure huddled in the corner of the bed and said, "Come out and talk."
After all, the scene of this conversation is really strange.
He raised his feet and walked out of the screen. After hesitating for a moment, the man slowly got out of bed, not forgetting to put on his shoes and put on his coat.
Wu Chao stood in front of the desk and looked at the people who came out.
He looked to be just a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old, with a similar stature to him, but slightly thinner than him.
As for why we should compare others with ourselves——
Wu Chao's eyes were fixed on that face.
It was a face that was at least five points similar to his...
In the past, the young man might not have been so sure, but it was different recently - because he had a girl he liked, he paid more attention to his appearance than usual these days.
While he was observing the other party, the other party was also looking at him.
There was obvious surprise in the man's eyes, and he said in a daze for a moment: "So it's you..."
Wu Chao asked calmly: "Do you recognize me?"
"I recognize it, and I don't recognize it either." A wry smile suddenly emerged from the corner of the other party's mouth, pointing to a picture album on the table, and said: "Someone always sends you your daily portraits, so that I can learn from your behavior and temperament. But I always
I didn’t learn much about it, I only learned a superficial understanding.”
The movements and movements of the people in the painting were all things he could not imitate.
He has also read a lot of books, so he knows very well where the gap lies. The other person is a high-spirited and handsome young man, but he is just a poor guy imprisoned here. How can he learn to be completely similar?
Wu Chao glanced at the opened picture album.
At this point, there is no need to ask any more questions about the meaning of the other party's presence here.
He asked directly: "Who do you belong to?"
The man shook his head.
"I don't know. I only know that the person who comes to deliver things every day is a young servant."
As for the servant's master, he had never seen it and could not guess it.
He didn't even know where he was or where this family came from - but what he could tell was that it was definitely not an ordinary family.
If he were an ordinary person, he would never have been able to get him out of death row.
——His father committed a serious crime, and he was going to be implicated and executed.
Hearing his answer, Wu Chao already made a decision in his mind, and then asked: "Do you know how long you have been locked up here?"
"More than five years."
The man's skin was very white, even whiter than Wu Chao's. It was a slightly sickly porcelain white after not seeing the sun for a long time.
He looked at the bookshelf at this time and said: "You have read a lot of books. In the past five years, I have been reading every day, but they said these are only one-tenth of what you have read."
But fortunately, having these books with him makes his life less difficult.
Wu Chao followed his gaze and looked at the books, asking, "Have you never been out in the past five years?"
"About half a year ago, I went out once. I took a carriage and went to a very far place..."
Before that, he looked forward to going out every day to take a look, even if it was just for a look - but after he actually left here, he suddenly felt that the only way to be safe was to stay here.
He was even happy when he was sent back to this secret room.
Half a year ago...
Wu Chao clenched his fingers slightly.
Half a year ago, it was when he entered Beijing.
This was also the point where something happened to him...
Wu Chao looked at the young man: "Do you know what you need to do when you go out?"
The man shook his head slowly.
"They never tell me this."
Anyway, I didn’t just take him to relax.
Although he didn't know the purpose of going out that time, the meaning of his existence didn't seem difficult to guess - especially after seeing this young man with his own eyes tonight.
Although he has not been exposed to anything outside since he was thirteen years old, he has read more books, his ideas have broadened, and his understanding of many things is not too slow.
After listening to his several answers, Wu Chao knew that he couldn't ask anything else.
However, there is no need to ask any more questions.
As for the remaining mysteries, the only one who could answer them was his grandfather.
"Thank you for answering my questions." Wu Chao looked at the other party for the last time and turned around.
"It's my turn to thank you. Maybe I haven't spoken to someone like this in a long time..." the young man whispered.
Looking at the departing figure, he suddenly asked: "How much time do I have...?"
People are always greedy for life, even if they know that they should have died five years ago.
Wu Chao's feet paused slightly.
"I don't know any better than you on this issue."
The young man looked dazed as he watched his figure disappear.
