"Where the mourning kite is in a hurry, the cherry blossoms are forever hanging on the shore. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Li Ziqian carried a wide knife and ink ruler on his back, and he rarely saw a wine jug in his hand. He listened to the sound of the sound coming from the riverside, and with a wave of his left hand, he scattered the cherry blossoms he was holding, and read the poem with sad eyes.

After four days of hurrying, Xiang Yiming's expression was a little blank. He watched Li Ziqian, who was walking in front, scatter the cherry blossoms in the wind and go with the wind. He tilted his head and said, "Where are we going?"

"I'm going to see an old friend, he's waiting for me..."

Li Ziqian opened his mouth gently, his lips half-open as if he hadn't finished speaking. He was silent for a while before he continued to speak: "There is a Herui Inn in front, you can wait for me there in three days!"

"Yes."

Xiang Yiming nodded, looked at Li Ziqian in front of him, took a turn in front of him and disappeared.

He stepped forward and raised his head to look at the cherry blossom trees on both sides of the street, and the cherry blossoms felt numb when they fell on his face.

He didn't know where he was going, he just knew there were cherry blossoms here. It's called the cherry blossom that the girl likes to see.

"How are you?"

Xiang Yiming was stunned to think about it, and twisted the cherry blossoms off his face. He looked at the clusters of flowers crowded on the branches, his face bloomed, he stretched out his hand and showed some gaps between his fingers to block the sunlight that was mostly slanted, and his blue eyes had a red brilliance.

In his intoxication, his body shook, and he turned his head sideways to see a veiled woman brushing his shoulder, missing his body expressionlessly.

Xiang Yiming was stunned, and the woman's veil-covered side face only revealed the afterglow of her eyes. But he shook his body after being stunned and looked at the woman's back. He suddenly felt the urge to shout.

"Hey, what's your name?"

He read it out, and as the woman walked farther and farther, his voice was extremely small. Probably because the woman didn't hear Xiang Yiming's voice, she didn't stop, squeezed through the crowd expressionlessly, and disappeared under Xiang Yiming's eyelids.

"Is it her?" Xiang Yiming buried his head and laughed at himself: "How could it be her? she is so cheerful, how can her eyes be her?..

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The cloak covered half of Li Ziqian's face, and when others looked at him slightly obliquely, they could see his slightly sad eyes. He looked into the distance, where there was a new grave.

The sparse grass on the soil was desperately sucking the nutrients from the grave, and he stood there stunned and did not approach, the wide knife and ink ruler wrapped in gauze on his back had been removed by him, and he was pressed heavily on the ground by his hands.

"I'm Buren, Harben Buren, this hot-blooded boy of the steppe..."

He looked at the newly erected grave in the distance, hiding here and muttering lowly. Behind him, a white-haired old man looked at him silently.

"Don't you want to take a look? There are very few soldiers in the Chu State here. ”

The old man sighed and asked, staggered his gaze away from Li Ziqian, looked at the grave and said: "He came to Xuzhou that day to contact me, and I drank wine with him in the night. ”

"Did he say anything?" Li Ziqian's eyes under his cloak were filled with tears, and his hand holding the ink ruler trembled for a while.

The old man noticed Li Ziqian's trembling hand, he withdrew his gaze, twisted his white-haired beard and said, "He said that rough people still have faith, why are you gone, alliance leader?"

At this point, Li Ziqian's eyes were gloomy. After the heavy losses of that operation in Yinzhou, he drank all day long, completely forgetting the oath he had made at the beginning.

"Elder Yang, is the belief of the Xia League still there?"

Li Ziqian's melancholy tone fell on the old man's ears, he looked at the grave in the distance, and his tone became stiff: "The chivalrous alliance is still the same, the hearts of the people are not dispersed, the chivalrous league will live forever, is it possible that you have broken your oath as a league leader." ”

"Betrayal?" Li Ziqian looked at the old man who was already a little angry, he whispered, and read in a rotating tone: "I just don't dare to face it, the future I once promised." It seems like a dream now, a dream that is so beautiful that you can only wake up after being hurt. ”

"Elder Yang, do you understand, the territory of the Six Nations is full of greed, and the Xia Alliance should not appear..."

"Alliance Leader!"

The old man's eyes covered up the anger of the previous moment with sadness, he knelt down, raised his head and shouted: "I have nowhere to go, I am at a loss all day long, it is the Xia League that allows us to see the dawn.

"Old Yang, you should have been at home for the elderly.."

When Li Ziqian heard the old man's words, he looked down at the old man who knelt down, and then leaned down to help.

"The Alliance Leader forgot, my children have all died on the battlefield."

The old man's body was lifted up by Li Ziqian, he looked at the eyes of the man under the cloak, sighed lowly, pulled Li Ziqian's hand away forcefully, pointed to the new grave in the distance, and spoke: "If the leader of the alliance is at a loss all day long, what is the meaning of the death of the ink ruler? ”

"Man will eventually die, centrifuge for heaven and earth, and establish a life for the living. Die for it, chivalrous alliance!"

The old man looked directly at Li Ziqian's face half-covered by the cloak, and he opened his mouth categorically.

"Establish a heart for the world and a life for the people?"

Li Ziqian's self-deprecating laughter came from under the cloak, and the sound of the wide knife and ink ruler bell fell to the ground, and the wind drove up particles of dust.

"Alliance leader, Lord Qingxun is still waiting for you in the north!" the old man's tone was a little excited, and his throat pulled the swallowed airflow, making the words tremble a little when they fell into the wind.

"I'm a swordsman after all, and there's no chivalry in the sword. ”

Li Ziqian picked up the wide knife on the ground, glanced at the grave in the distance with a sideways face, turned around and left with the knife.

"Alliance Leader.."

The old man shouted behind him: "If the Chivalrous Alliance does not exist, what is the meaning of my life?"

"Elder Yang forgot about the Xia League! Find a good place to live in this city! Forget about the Xia League, forget the past. ”

Li Ziqian's eyes were blank, and he said in a weak tone, walking forward.

"How can the war be over, where does the alliance leader tell me to find it?"

The old man behind him looked at Li Ziqian, who was getting farther and farther away, he laughed, turned around and crashed towards the lonely cherry tree behind him. The blood stained the rough bark and dimmed.

Hearing the sound, Li Ziqian's steps stopped. He turned to look at the old man who had collapsed, and his expression was moved.

"Elder Yang.."

He screamed, staggered over, hugged the old man who had fallen to the ground, and kept saying, "Why bother, why bother?...

The old man in his arms had white lips, his hand trembled and raised it to Li Ziqian's hand and grabbed it, and said in a weak voice: "Without faith, we will eventually become food in the mouths of the strong after all."

"The strong like to eat the blood of the dazed and weak, don't you often say this to us, Alliance Leader?"

The old man loosened in vain when it became tighter and tighter, Li Ziqian looked at the old man's closed eyes, his heart was like a knife, he couldn't stop nodding and reading: "I understand, I understand, I understand..."

The blood of the old man in his arms was cold, Li Ziqian opened his mouth and smiled, and tears of bean size overflowed his eyes. He had always understood, but he never imagined that their past vows would become the faith of this group of unfortunate people who were in exile at the end of the world.

"Establish a heart for the world and a life for the people.."

A low murmur came from under the cloak, and the wind blew away.