In the dream, I don't know that I am a guest, only the past and warmth. This article was published by www. lwχｓ520。 com debut

"Qi'er, don't be lazy, get up and go out with grandpa to ride horses and shoot arrows—" The old but loving voice echoed in his ears.

"No, I'm afraid of the cold, wouldn't it be nice to wait until the weather is warm to go-" The childish and refreshing childish voice responded lazily.

A big hand with a cool breath opened the quilt and stretched in, and the laughing voice was close to the root of the ear, "What kind of cold is this, it's just winter, and we wear cotton jackets and cloaks, as well as thick and sturdy wrapping legs, and leather boots -- in the northwest barracks, it's called cold, in the weather where the water drips into ice, it's very cold water, cold water washes your face, the military uniform is too thin, and the cold wind will fill it through as soon as it comes." There is something more helpless and tragic than this, in the vicious battle, the hanging color was injured, the blood flowed, glued to the clothes, soaked the clothes, the clothes were not clothes, but the iron armor frozen by blood, hard wrapped around the body, cutting the flesh, that pain, drilling the heart, but I couldn't take it off, I couldn't take it off, I could only endure it alive, and I was tormented. Qi'er, aren't you going to be a real hero when you grow up, grandpa told you, heroes are not something that can be done by talking about it, it is made by unremitting efforts day by day and year by year, and it is necessary to practice three times in winter and three times in summer, and temper it for a long time. ”

Oops, hey, grandpa is really annoying--but it seems to make a lot of sense, the young man rolled over, rubbed his eyes, and said angrily: "Qi'er just go with grandpa, I really can't stand the broken thoughts of an old man in my ear-"

Grandpa laughed and took his little grandson's hand.

Jia Ding had already taken out the jujube red horse and waited on the martial arts training ground.

Standing in front of the big red horse, he was only as tall as a horse's four legs, and he had to look up to see the horse's back.

"Grandpa, will you carry me on the horse?" asked the young man looking back.

"No," Grandpa shook his head, "real men climb on horseback by themselves, you can try it too, grandpa can show you how, or he can be a horse stone for you." ”

At last he climbed onto the horse, stepping on his grandfather's broad back, and began to grasp the reins and rein the pegs in a shaky and frightened manner, and rode for the first time.

"Grandpa's bow is so heavy, I can't pull it away, my arm hurts-" A year later, standing on the martial arts training ground, the young man's figure was elongated a few points, and his black hair was tied into a black and shiny crown, looking handsome.

The grandfather who added a layer of white to his hair still smiled, but he didn't let go, "If you want to ride the northwest, fight the horse career, protect the family and defend the country, and make contributions, the first thing you need to learn is to draw a bow and shoot arrows." ”

Grandpa is the funniest old man and the strictest master.

But one morning, after practicing, I went home and undressed to check, and my right arm was bruised and bleeding from the rebound of the bowstring, and it hurt so much that I felt it when I touched it.

When his mother saw this, she was so distressed that she wiped her tears, saying that she would not agree with him to suffer that unnecessary sin again.

But at the same time the next day, two figures, one old and one young, appeared on the training ground on time as usual.

After practicing hot and sweating, the old man took off his coat and revealed a wide back, which was the first time the young Bai Ziqi saw his grandfather's back, and Bai Ziqi was so surprised that he couldn't close his mouth.

He trembled and reached out to touch the potholes and bumps in the palms of his hands.

The palms of my hands are burning, and my heart hurts.

"Grandpa, grandpa, why is this happening?"

"Haha, frightened, right? It doesn't matter, it doesn't hurt anymore, it's just an occasional itch, it's a memorial of the decades of the Southern Expedition and the Northern War-the biggest bump, did you touch it, hey it's it, it was in the autumn of the second year of my dynasty, when we led the army to attack Dajie Mountain, we were slashed from behind by the enemy, fortunately, there was a personal soldier who was clever, and waved a knife from behind to block it for me, which saved my life, I was alive, but the little brother was seriously injured and could not be saved, this scar degraded day by day, and finally twisted into this pimple. ”

Grandpa's voice was very calm, and he couldn't hear the pain of the year, but there was a trace of regret in that trill, which was a pity for the dead little soldier.

The biggest bump wasn't actually the most frightening, and the boy's gaze was attracted by a purple mark next to the pimple.

The scar was five inches long and ugly.

The young man's palm did not dare to fall on the scar.

"Hehe, did you see that arrow mark?" Grandpa asked with a smile, as if grandpa had eyes behind his back and could see things behind him.

"It was the spring of the fifth year of my dynasty, and I led my army across Caiyun Mountain to fight a fierce battle with three small barbarian countries on the southeast border, and it was a real bloody battle, fighting for fourteen days and nights in a row...... Alas, don't mention it, don't mention it, the past is gone, a qiē has passed, only this arrow wound on the back reminds me at all times that the peace of the family and country is not easy to come by, and how many young children are exchanging their lives for it. ”

Grandpa's voice suddenly became extremely indignant, "The world says that a success will be a thousand bones, but who knows how much soul and flesh will have to be torn and tormented? Alas, don't mention it! Child, you remember, as a general, a person who bears the heavy responsibility of thousands of lives and peace, sometimes you have no choice, except to obey the arrangement of fate and bear the fate of the fate, you really can't do anything, there is no way at all!"

His voice was trembling, as if his grandfather had suddenly aged more than ten years.

"Grandpa, who shot you? Does it still hurt? Did you cry at that time?"

His delicate and soft palm finally settled, gently stroking the extremely ugly purple arrow mark, and at the same time looked at the bow and arrow in his palm.

"I cried," replied my grandfather dryly, "the arrow was poisonous, and in order to completely remove the poisonous wound, the military doctor cut the flesh and scraped the bones with a knife, and I passed out three times in pain." I couldn't stand it anymore and cried loudly. provoked the soldiers of the battalion to wipe their tears. ”

The young man was stunned, and his grandfather admitted it so simply, but it was his surprise.

Then he smiled, revealing the new teeth he had just replaced.

It turns out that grandpa, the iron man in his mind, also cries when he is vulnerable.

Grandpa's hand coiled behind him, and he pointed to the dark red round wound at the bottom, "Count it up, this is the last scar on my body to fall." It's not stray arrows or swords and broadswords, it's not the enemy who hurt me, it's me who stabbed a dagger here. ”

"Huh?"

The boy exclaimed.

This sound woke up from a dream.

Woke up from a deep dream.

The eyelids weighed a thousand pounds, and they opened them slowly, and they saw a miserable light, and they couldn't see their grandfather, and they were not on the training ground of their childhood, but ...... In that cave out of nowhere.

Little by little, consciousness returned to his body, and he didn't know how long he had been unconscious.

I was awakened by old dreams of the past, and I was awakened by the re-freezing.

The numbness in the lower half of his body subsided little by little, and when he raised his head again, he found himself lying on the stone floor, cold to the bones, as if his whole body was frozen.

Only consciousness is alive, and it is exceptionally clear.

"Grandpa, why did you stab yourself with a dagger? Could it be that you and your troops have encountered the most formidable enemy again?

The old white hair swayed in the wind, and smiled bitterly, "Child, you have to remember, sometimes the most powerful, deadliest, and most vicious enemy is not the enemy with open swords and guns, and the most evil battle is not with the enemy, but with one's own relatives and friends, or even with the closest and most trusted person. It was the second year of my dynasty, and it was already the time when the national fighting was over, the borders were peaceful, and the world was peaceful...... Alas, you won't understand it, you're still young, don't talk about you, grandpa, I've lived so much and still can't understand and think about this matter thoroughly, why bother with you. ”

He struggled to get up and muttered, "Grandpa, Qi'er seems to understand, right and wrong can sometimes be reversed, but Qi'er always believes in you." ”

Grandpa, I believe in you. (To be continued.) )>