On the side of the river, eight hundred iron horsemen stood blankly and looked at the other side of the river.

On the other side of the river, a mysterious woman, dressed in white and red silk, sings and dances.

The song passes through the sound of the wind and the water, ethereal.

But Gu Xiaobai still heard clearly.

"The Book of Songs, the Wind and the Drumming"!

"From Sun Tzu Zhong, Ping Chen and Song. I don't want to go, I'm worried. ”

"Follow the leader Sun Zizhong, unite with Chen Song to go on an expedition, there is no way to return to my hometown, how worried I am in my heart......"

Gu Xiaobai's eyes widened and he looked at the other side of the river.

It's clearly a little moth.

It's just that she's grown up a bit.

The little moth in the spring and autumn was still a little girl of twelve or thirteen years old.

At this time, the little moth has grown into a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl, she is taller and has the figure of a girl.

"What people!" several vigilant soldiers had already bent their bows and arrows and shot at the opposite bank.

However, the distance between the two sides of the strait is too far, and it is still a headwind, and the arrows have been blown back by the wind before they reach the other side.

"Stop! Stop!" Gu Xiaobai shouted loudly: "Little moth!

Little moths?

Jiang Wei was surprised, and the little moth ...... How could it be in ancient times?

Wait, it won't be......

Little Moth, she's not an ordinary person.

On the other side, the little moth heard Gu Xiaobai's cry, she turned her head and smiled slightly.

The little moth that has grown up is no longer that immature appearance, this smile, the sky is dark, and the moon is lightless.

Even Gu Xiaobai was stunned for a moment.

"Captain, do you like this woman, I'll help you get him!" one of the guards threw away his armor and tried to find a place where the water was slow to wade or swim over.

But the water here is turbulent and the river is mighty, how can it be possible to swim past?

"Stop!" Gu Xiaobai slapped it over, and then ordered: "Bring the snare drum!"

What is this song called?

"The Book of Songs, the Wind and the Drumming"!

The drums of the fluffy puff sounded in this case of the river.

At this time, the sky and the earth are vast, the sun and the moon are shining together, the sunset is like blood, and the wasteland is long.

Teenagers and girls, separated by a river, look at each other from afar.

The girl sang and danced, and the young drums were fluffy.

Eight hundred iron riders listened to the river, and were aroused by this song, which aroused indescribable lovesickness and sorrow.

The ethereal singing voice came:

"Where you live, where you want to be, where you want to be, where you want it, under the forest. ”

"Where can I stop and rest? Where has my horse gone? Where am I going to find it? It has also returned home. ”

Gu Xiaobai raised his head and sang loudly.

His body, in fact, his voice is not very good.

But the young general, full of pride, sang a song that covered the four fields.

Around him, the captain and the guard, played the sword and sang.

"Life and death are broad, and Zicheng said. Hold the hand of the son, and grow old with the son. ”

"We have long been married to life and death, we have already made a vow, I will hold your hand and grow old with you......"

The eight words "holding the hand of the son, growing old with the son" are known to women and children, but not many people know that this poem is actually a "war poem" and a "homesick poem".

Everyone in the world knows its romance, but they don't know that it is a group of husbands, on the battlefield, on the side of the field, looking into the distance, thinking of their lover's poems.

Who doesn't want to be with their family, who doesn't want to be with their loved ones?

However, a good man has ambitions in all directions, if no one carries the weight forward, how can he spend the moon and the moon?

Everyone in the world thinks that this is a sad poem that is easy to shake the hearts of the army, but at this moment, listening to the sound of the drum and watching the red silk break through the sky, everyone's heart is full of blood.

After the romance, there is the blood-stained armor.

Peace is followed by a shining sword.

Behind the hundreds of years of strong men is the unyielding soul of a young hero, and the uncomplaining and unrepentant iron riders of thousands of heroes.

"Yu is broad, not I live. Yu Xun Xi, I don't believe it. ”

"It's a pity that the river is too wide to meet you, and it's a pity that the river is too fast to keep your oath ......."

Gu Xiaobai beat the drum and sang.

The sun set, and above the river, a trace of white mist slowly rose, and in the south of the desert, there was already a faint chill.

The twilight was gradually swallowing the singing figure on the other side, and the sun seemed to be being dragged by something, and it disappeared beneath the ground, and the clouds in the sky darkened.

Only the faint moon remained, still in the sky.

The figure of the little moth is gradually becoming less clear.

At that moment, Gu Xiaobai gave birth to an illusion that seemed to be real and illusory, neither dreaming nor waking up.

Did I really see the moth, or did I think about it day and night, or did I fall asleep and have a vivid dream?

Little moth, how did she travel through six or seven hundred years of time and space, from Ju country, to the south of the desert?

How did this distance of thousands of miles, nearly a thousand years of time and space, travel?

It's really impossible, it's just a man who looks like a little moth......

At the end of the song, the little moth in white and red silk ran to the side of the river and shouted at this side: "Little white brother!"

"Little moth!"

It's really a little moth!

It's really her!

Except for the little moth, no woman will call him Brother Xiaobai.

No one knows that he is Gu Xiaobai.

"Two thousand seven hundred years, we agreed!"

"What was agreed?"

"Hold the hand of the son, and the son...... Two thousand and one hundred years to go!"

The sound on the other side of the river became more ethereal, the wind howled, the temperature difference between day and night was very large, the wind rose, and the cloud in the sky obscured the bright moon in the sky.

The white-clothed and red-clothed shadows on the other side of the river can no longer be seen clearly.

At that moment, Gu Xiaobai was anxious and wanted to jump into the river.

Fortunately, Jiang Wei grabbed him.

The wind howled, stirring the river, blowing Gu Xiaobai's long hair, behind him, stepping on the snow suddenly neighed, on the other side of the river, there seemed to be a horse neighing faintly, and then the sound faded away.

The clouds fluttered, the light and shadow changed, and when the bright moon shone on the earth again, the other side of the river was gone.

"Little moth!" Gu Xiaobai shouted loudly, and all he answered was the howling wind and splashing water.

Gu Xiaobai looked at the other side, and for a moment, he was stunned.

Is everything just now true, illusory, true or false?

What does it mean to be agreed, why wait for two thousand and one hundred years!

Why do you want to sing a song to me and not tell me?

Why is that?

At this moment, Gu Xiaobai had an impulse, he wanted to go back to the Spring and Autumn Period and ask the little moth.

Ask what happened after that, what they agreed upon.